#[oh rufus you sweet summer child]

[prionsis]

It was terribly annoying, but there was one saving grace to this situation- Matthias could run his mouth all he wanted, because in the end he was still giving a less than optimal performance against a kid who frankly deserved to score a nice and bold zero for wanting to cheat in the exam in the first place. Rufus was there just because he happened to be around and Matthias is a sadist, that’s all. He was doing perfectly fine and proving his worth all while the margrave humiliated himself.

What came out of him could be almost called a scoff at the sight of the margrave’s lance barely scraping the ice encasing the student. And once it thawed, the boy just stumbled back and let the javelin clatter to the ground for a moment before scrambling to grab it again- at that point, Rufus facepalmed.

“This is honestly painful to watch. Had this been taking place in Faerghus I am almost convinced it would have been more than enough to drag my foolish brother back to life through nothing more, nothing less than raw and unfiltered outrage because of how damning this fight is.” Exam this exam that- only more reason why they should be putting in more effort. "Stop holding back, this is no newborn babe."

Still, the ominous thought of his brother showing up again as some vengeful spirit was enough to kickstart Rufus into acting, perhaps with more fervor than before.

Rufus [12/12 HP] hits Student [7/12 HP] with Blizzard! [ Roll: 15, -1HP ; Student [6/12 HP] ] Student is inflicted with Freeze! again

Once more, the sigil of ice glowed before his hand and released another surge of blizzard in the student’s direction, and just like moments ago the boy was back to being trapped in an icy formation. Cruel? Maybe. Deserved? Most definitely. Rufus didn’t think much of it, instead looking at Matthias with a frown.

“This is an immobile target, you better be able to strike him lest you humiliate yourself before the srengi in the near future.” He said with a sneer.

@cielenruine

you're cheating? pathetic | rufus & matthias

closed starter for @cielenruine | lance +1

[cosmiccandydreamer]

Stability Chapter 7

Otis Driftwood x Reader

( I don't own these gifs)

"I'll never be your beast of burden

My back is broad but it's a-hurting

All I want for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting

All I want for you to make love to me"

Otis heard you before he saw you, dancing and singing in your cut off shorts and tired shirt. Your walkman swung dangerously back and forth on your hips as you sang to the rolling stones song while you washed your car. It was a super hot summer day in the unforgiving heart of texas. The car was your baby. It was a gift from Otis for your birthday, you had fallen in love with it when they towed it to the house after the last group of victims was captured. You told him you always wanted one of these so he and Rufus secretly fixed it up for you. He still insisted you go everywhere with him in his truck but you convinced him to let you drive yourself once in a while ( but not too far ) Spraying the hose over the hood you leaned over to get the farthest part, your ass poking out in the air.

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

It was obvious the music was so loud you didn't hear him as he dragged a screaming victim toward the shed in the back. He stopped dragging her for a second to watch you and laugh softly. Well, that's adorable and hot as shit he thought to himself. The poor girl he was currently dragging took this opportunity to claw and bite at his hand in an attempt to get away in. For A split second she did, She wiggled out of his grasp and tried to take off towards the road. He quickly grabbed her and threw her on the ground pulling her by the hair back towards the house. All this while you were none the wiser, enjoying your song on your headphones. He resumed his spot leaning against the house staring at you.

"I'll never be your beast of burden

So let's go home and draw the curtains

Music on the radio

Come on baby make sweet love to me" 

 

You sang the last part a little louder using the sponge as a microphone. You were getting into this what you assumed was a solo performance. Swinging your hips back and forth you grabbed the hose and sprayed all over the trunk of the car. He was thrusting the girl back and forth by her hair to shush her as he leaned against the side of the house watching you. "Damn bitch shut the fuck up!, I'm trying to enjoy the view". He looked toward her in disgust that she would dare shrek and distract him. "Mister please let me go, I won't tell anyone". " I SAID SHUT UP" 

He suddenly heard the music better now, he looked up to see you with your headphones down now around your neck the music softly playing in a muffled tone. Staring at him with a smile slightly leaning against the car. " Whatcha doing there is handsome?". " Watching you " he smirked. 

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

"Oh are ya now? So ...what are you gonna you do with her?" You pointed with the sponge at the dry heaving girl still on the ground with her hair in his fist. "Ah I don't know" he looked down at her then back at you " any ideas?" He lifted an eyebrow at you. "Maybe a few" you bit your lip a little tilting your head to the side. " I was going to tie her up in the shed and try that experiment I was running with you the other night but I don't think she's gonna survive. She also won't stop squirming", he chuckled and thrust her a little bit more back and forth. She muttered something inaudible. "That's fine," you said, tossing the sponge into the bucket. " We can tie her to the bed after she might stop squirming then." You flashed him a wicked smile.

 He winked at you, "my god woman you are wicked...have I told you I love you lately?" He asked, clearing his throat, the bulge that started to grow in his jeans was becoming more and more distracting. "Hmmm" you replied " maybe but you can show me how much you love me later" you leaned on the hood of the car allowing for him to get a good view of your shirt.

 He hastily sucked in the air standing up quickly, "hold that thought" he says turning back toward the shed. "Hey! " You shouted he turned back to you real quick, spinning the poor girl as well, her feet and legs dragging.  You took the soapy sponge and tossed it at him, smacking him in the chest soaking his white shirt. He cursed under his breath then laughed, wiping his face with his other hand. "You are gonna pay for that as soon as I'm back from tying this bitch up". He looked back at you one more time while heading back to the shed. 

Oh, little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty girls

Ooh, you're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Come on, baby, please, please, please

 

"God I hate this fucking song can you change it?"... "OTIS hello?". Baby sat up from the floor of the van and snapped her fingers at Otis. "Hey get your goddamn fingers out my face woman the fuck is wrong with you" he angrily swatted at Baby's hand as she attempted to snap in his face again. " I said I don't like that song so change it" "I don't give a flying dick what you like, I'm drivin' and we're leaving this song." She slumped back angrily onto the floor. Earning a chuckle from her father Spaulding. "S'not funny daddy" she snapped at him crossing her arms. "Oh lighten up there kiddo you know the rules, the driver picks the music". 

Spaulding had finally met up with both of them at the motel. Although it had taken him a while due to some personal delay he arrived there in the nick of time to help finish off torturing the poor victims. After killing the rest of the family the daughter of Roy and Gloria was left to wear her father's skin on her face and be hung up behind the door to scare the unfortunate housekeeper when coming to assess the room. unable to get her father's skin off and running in a frantic the daughter unknowingly ran into the highway to be hit by a semi-truck. Using the van they stole from them they attempted to meet you at the next stop. 

Otis only hoped they weren't too far behind you. Suddenly Baby perked up and glanced at the passing billboard." Just in case anyone's interested, I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles" she excitedly looked back toward her father and then to Otis. Otis looked over at her and repeated her [in a mocking tone]  "I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles." Baby looked back at home with an angry expression "Hey DON'T you fucking imitate me, it's fucking rude!"

Otis:" Fuck you", Baby: "Fuck you! "Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you?" Spaulding interjected getting real sick of the interaction between the two of them.

"Yes, it is going to kill me! I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time that is a hazard to my fucking health!" Otis replied visibly getting more and more annoyed with the idea of stopping. " What the fuck is your problem? I'm in and out in two seconds!" Baby snapped at him. 

   

Spaulding laughed a little "You know? I think I'm gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity." "Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good!" Baby said nudging her father. "I'm glad that finding y/n doesn't mean shit to either of you now I know who is taking this seriously" he gripped his hands on the steering wheel in anger. These fucking idiots he thought to himself. " Wow excuse you…. How dare you imply I don't care about finding my BEST FRIEND. You know she meant the world to me before She meant the world to you, she was my best friend before she was your wife ok? I met her first… don't think because I'm not sulking like you I don't worry about her. But she's stronger than you give her credit for and you've been treating her like a child!!!". Otis didn't respond to her, he was getting madder by the second. He simply gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

 "I suggest we go see Charlie lay low there for a night before heading to the next motel," Spaulding said looking over at Otis. " Why the fuck would we do that?" Otis asked, slightly gripping the steering wheel even harder. Being away from you this long was not good for his mental health. It was throwing him off his game. It was making him anxious and nothing made him anxious. This was a very foreign and uncomfortable feeling to him. He wanted to get rid of it and to do that he had to find you. He only anticipated being away from you for maybe 12 hours and even the thought of that made him very uncomfortable. 

It's now been days this is unacceptable he needs to find you. "Look I saw on the news that the police are already on your tail. It's best that we throw off their scent a bit and lay low one more day can't hurt y/n is a smart girl she's gonna be alright". Otis didn't reply, he simply looked at the long stretch of road. Spalding continued, "I would hate to lead anyone to her Otis, Baby is right we care about her too but she's tough and smart I'm sure she's seen the news she will get the idea why we aren't there". "I don't trust that fucker Charlie" Otis finally replied with a sigh. Spaulding chuckled "yeah welp get over it". 

They drove through the rest of the afternoon only stopping for ice cream of course to prevent any distress from Baby and Spaulding. Pulling up to Charlie’s fun town, Otis’s annoyance grew more by the second. He hasn't been back here in years, he used to come on occasion to enjoy some of the girls here, but that quickly changed when you came around. He didn't like or trust Charlie, he had an inkling that this man was only out for himself no matter what Spaulding said. 

[ralfstrashcan]

So! I was rewatching the end of 2B for fic'ing reasons and can I just say from the bottom of my heart XD XD XD because there were two instances where they could have easily prevented that whole mess from happening (even defeated Valentine with zero difficulty) and it's just so.... plot convenient that it happened differently X'D

1) Clary figured out via confusing visions from the angel that Lake Lyn is the Mortal Mirror. She, Izzy, Jace and Alec are the only ones who know. Valentine still thinks the fake mirror that they were guarding at the Institute is the real deal and they are sure that Valentine will be staying in New York to try and steal the fake mirror again (not knowing it has already been destroyed by Clary).

And what do they do? They facetime the Inquisitor to tell her to put guards on Lake Lyn.

What. This makes no sense. First off, that they even call the Inquisitor to tell her this super secret knowledge. Sure, reporting back to your superior would be the expected thing to do if you suddenly come by vital information but please, when have they ever done that before? Right, never. Trying to sweep shit under the rug and hoping to figure it out on their own before one of the higher-ups realizes something is going on has been their MO from day one. Why do they choose this day to be good little Shadowhunters?

Second off, even if they were perfect law-abiding, hierarchy-respecting Shadowhunters, this makes no strategical sense as well.

a) Valentine believes the mirror is at the Institute. Suddenly putting guards on another random place is conspicious as hell. Why would they draw attention to Lake Lyn when Valentine has no reason at all to suspect that he's wrong about the fake mirror? Several people died to protect it, after all! And it's not like they can station enough Shadowhunters around the lake to effectively keep Valentine from it anyway, should he unexpectedly figure out that the lake is in fact the real mirror. Have you seen the lake? It's freakin huge. Did they intend to put one Shadowhunter along the shoreline every 5 meters or what? This is bullshit.

b) Keeping the knowledge of the real Mortal Mirror secret is vital because the life of literally every Downworlder depends on it. To keep something secret you should.. not tell people about it. Especially not people who will then tell other people in order to organize a guard (that will not achieve anything anyway). I mean, what if word gets around to Valentine? What if Valentine has a spy within the Clave?? It should be something to be considered since it's been *checks watch* oh, five minutes since they found out Valentine had a spy planted right under their noses for literally two weeks!! Who's been undermining their plans and happily murdering this whole time!! What!!

The point is, if they just hadn't called the Inquisitor Valentine would have never learned that Lake Lyn is the Mortal Mirror and things would have unfolded a lot differently. (Of course they also wouldn't have learned that Consul Malachi was a Circle Member but that's a problem for another day, I guess.)

2) The only one to blame for Valentine not dying a spectacularly lame death off-screen is actually Rufus. My favorite, my poor sweet drug-dealing, Magnus-defying summer child Rufus. Why couldn't you keep your stupid mouth shut? Things could have been so easy.

We're aware that the Warlocks put wards around NY to keep all Nephilim-blooded people inside, right? Valentine, after realizing Lake Lyn is the real mirror, kidnaps Rufus and demands he open a portal to Alicante. Rufus fails and this dialogue unfolds:

Rufus: Someone must have erected portal wards around the city. Even if I wanted to I couldn't bring them down.

Valentine: Fine. We'll fly to the nearest airport and hike across the mountains to Brocelind Forest.

Okay! Things were fine. It's not Rufus's fault for failing! The Circle would have either killed him or left him behind after this but Rufus wasn't gonna increase his chances of survival by playing messenger for further bad news:

Rufus: I've seen this type of ward before, but they're rare. They're wired to keep Nephilim blood from passing through. You're trapped.

Why did he say this!! There is no reason for him to help them by saying that!! They would have eventually figured out they were trapped but until then they would have wasted their time trying to get to an airport, make it through security with a big ass sword, steal a plane, idk! And Rufus doesn't even deliver this line with a spiteful air of 'haha, your evil plans are gonna fail.' He seems genuinely sorry that Valentine won't be leaving for his merry journey of genocide anytime soon. What!!

Imagine it though! Imagine Rufus would have shut up and Val would have made it to the city line with his entourage. Because we later learn that

Imagine it!! Valentine, Jonathan and his Circle Crew flying in their stolen plane over the city limits and just boom! they’re all gone!! Problem solved!!! So easy!!!

[shirtlesssammy]

5x02: Good God, Y'All

Then:

The long reign of Lucifer has begun

Now:

Bobby’s in the hospital --and in a wheelchair. Sam and Dean hover outside his door, and Dean shows Sam x-rays of the Enochian warding they have carved on their ribs.

(I briefly wondered if the carvings would show up on an x-ray, and then thought they’re Enochian symbols placed there by an angel, and stopped sweating the details.) 

Sam gets a call from Cas, who apparently is wondering where they are. Lol, poor boy can’t see Sam and Dean now that he’s warded them from angels. It’s okay, Cas. Dean’s yearning for you becomes so strong over the years, you’ll always know how to find him. Anyway, they start to bicker before Bobby puts the kibosh on it, demanding that Cas heal him. 

Cas is cut off from Heaven. He can’t heal Bobby. Convenient plot development, but really sad. He then turns to Sam and Dean (because he’s more angel than human still, and very much on a mission) and tells Dean that there’s someone who can beat Lucifer other than Michael: God. 

For Sweet Summer Child Science:

Classic Dialog Alert:

Dean: Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla.

Cas :No, he's not on any flatbread.

More Classic Dialog Alert:

Cas: I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you.

Every time I watch this scene, I need a moment.

Bobby tries to break the tension by asking what Cas wants. Cas continues to stare at Dean from two inches away but eventually breaks the eye contact and tells Bobby he’s looking for an amulet. “It burns hot in God’s presence.” (Only if he didn’t turn it off!) It’s the Samulet that he wants, and he’s going to stare at Dean and talk in a gravelly voice until he gives it up. 

Dean gets naked in front of Cas. 

Cas flaps out on his hunt for God. 

Rufus, who appears to be on a hunt gone bad, calls Bobby. He’s in River Pass, Colorado and the town’s full of demons. Sam and Dean head out to investigate. 

They get to the town’s bridge-- and it’s blown to bits. No cell signal either. They walk the rest of the way and enter a seemingly empty town, abandoned cars notwithstanding. 

They’re eventually greeted by Ellen --and a facefull of holy water and a gun. 

She takes them to the basement of a church, where there’s a group of people gathered. She tells them that Rufus was in town, so her and Jo came. They couldn’t find Rufus and her and Jo got separated. Sam looks at the people in the room and says they need to get them out of here. Ellen says they’ve tried --but people keep getting killed off. 

Sam and Dean head out to get more guns and find Jo and Rufus. Once alone, Dean hesitates having Sam go with him, but Sam insists. They split up once outside to gather what they need. 

While Sam is in the store stocking up on salt, two demons wander in. A fight ensues. Sam guts both of them (AND OOF. They’re not demons.) Sam realizes it almost right away. Dean walks in then and sees what went down. 

Judgement clouds his face. 

Back at the church, Gun 101 begins. Sam reflects on killing the people and how he wishes they could go back to saving people. Ellen interrupts and tells them she’s heading back out to find Jo. Sam wants to go as well. Dean doesn’t trust his brother around demons but Sam wins that fight and heads out with Ellen. 

Sam and Ellen start walking, and discuss the rift between Sam and Dean. Then Sam notices smoke from a chimney. 

Sam and Ellen lurk around the newly discovered stronghold. Sam’s suspicious - demons don’t get cold so why do they have a fire lit in the fireplace? Suddenly they’re attacked...by Jo! She calls her mother an “evil skank” which is certainly a LOT to unpack. Ellen watches black eyes flash in the eyes of her daughter. Meanwhile, Jo demands that the “black eyed bitch” possessing her mom vacate the premises. HMMMMM. Ellen escapes while poor Head Trauma Sam gets knocked out by Rufus and captured. 

Sam wakes up to Jo and Rufus preparing to interrogate the heck out of him. Their exorcism...does not go well.

Ellen returns to the compound without Sam. She lays out the recap for Dean, and focuses on Jo’s accusation that Ellen is a demon. They try to figure out why Rufus pegged this town for a hunt.

Rufus was drawn to town by the sudden pollution of the river. No, it wasn’t a tour bus dumping human waste into a river! It was something far more insidious. A bright shooting star shot through the sky the same night the river turned foul. Dean heads for the bible and finds the proper passage in Revelations: the star was Wormwood, and it’ll bring ruin. The priest is appalled. Is Dean FOR REAL talking about the apocalypse???? War rides a red horse, and “red horse” reminds Dean of the cherry red mustang parked downtown. Folks, we’ve met our first Horseman of the Apocalypse! (This is so Good Omens it hurts...but I guess there’s only so much to be done with the biblical source material.)

Dean puts it all together: War is pitting them against each other, making all the humans in the town think the other group are demons. 

War confronts Sam. 

War’s wearing the visage of a local, so he can watch the show up close. He confirms that there are no demons. He’s just having a little fun. 

War gets into Sam’s head and tells him that he knows Sam is jonesing for a blood fix. Urgh. Before he leaves, War spins his ring around and blood begins to trickle down his forehead. While Sam’s still looking on gormlessly, War hurls himself to the ground like he just got attacked. When Jo and Rufus burst in, War tells them the others are coming for them and Sam gets knocked across the skull AGAIN. 

Dean isn’t faring much better. The other people are more interested in fighting than accepting what Dean’s trying to sell: that the demons aren’t real and War is just some dude bopping around town. 

Roger, aka War, bursts in. He tells them the other contingent is ready to attack. It’s time to fight! When Dean tries to contradict War, he spins his ring. Suddenly, all the other people in the room are angling to kill Dean and Ellen, who they now see as demon spawn.

Dean and Ellen scamper the hell out of there, while War smiles after them. 

Everybody in the compound loads up on live ammo, while across town Rufus sets up pipe bombs along the perimeter. Jo has second thoughts about blowing her mother into pieces, but Rufus is resolute.

As our two murder teams converge, one of the bombs at the window blows. It’s Dean and Ellen breaking in! They try to talk down Jo and Rufus. Dean tells Rufus that War is responsible and slowly, Rufus watches the black drain away from Dean’s eyes. 

Just as the four of them enjoy a happy reunion, the other townspeople arrive. Dean frees Sam, and they confer on the nature of War. Most significantly, they agree that the ring appears to be War’s ticket to power. 

People on both sides begin to shoot at each other. Fortunately, they’re all terrible shots and miss each other. Until the priest goes down, that is. Rufus grouchily personally disarms the people of the house after they fail to follow orders to lay down weapons - and honestly is it too much to ask that Rufus have some OBEDIENT soldiers under his command??? 

Dean and Sam corner War at his car. 

They pin War down and slice the fingers off his hand - including the one with the ring. Suddenly, everyone stops fighting and hallucinating demons and there are many RAGRETS. War disappears, but his ring remains. 

Dean suggests tossing the ring into Mount Doom and I high five him.

Sam’s not into the levity. He knows Dean doesn’t trust him and this hunt made him realize that he doesn’t trust himself either. Sam decides to leave hunting. Dean offers Sam THE IMPALA because he will literally give anything and everything for Sam, oh my god. Sam practices safe choices, and hitches a ride with a stranger, instead.

The One Quote to Rule Them All:

Went to radiology. Got some glamour shots

Enough foreplay

I killed two angels this week - my brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world and I lost everything. For nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself.

Great. Now I feel naked

This isn't X-Files, pal

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[weeb-alcove]

2019 English Playlist

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL77pv5URcE8b4_k9_GQYZoQYz_HhRDP2D 

In English: 

“99″ - Barns Courtney

10ft - Eileen Yo

5 Seconds of Summer Babylon Easier Lie to Me  Teeth

88rising History Midsummer Madness ♪ from their album Head in the Clouds II ♬ Breathe I Love You 3000 II Indigo Strange Land These Nights

Affection - Between Friends

Aftertaste - Whethan

Ain’t Goin Back - Russ

Alan Walker Are You Lonely Different World Do It All for You Lily  On My Way Play

All Fall Down - Johnny Glenn & Ally Hills & Just Juice

All Over Again (remix) - Lost You & Michael Moawad

Another Summer Night Without You - Alexander 23

Aphrodite - Rini

Ariana Grande Esta Noche ♪ from her album thank u, next ♬ bloodline in my head NASA

Arms Around You - XXXTentacion & Swae Lee & Lil Pump

Ava Max Freaking Me Out (Bingo Players remix) Not Your Barbie Girl So Am I

Bae - Trevor Wesley

Bars and Melody Lighthouse (Dave Winnel remix) Waiting for the Sun

Bazzi Caught in the Fire Focus Mine Myself No Way!

Beat of My Drum - Powers

Benee Evil Spider Find an Island Glitter  Monsta Want Me Back  Wishful Thinking

Better Not - Louis the Child

Big Sean Berzerk Single Again

Billie Eilish everything i wanted  When I Was Older ♪ from her album WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO? ♬ 8 bad guy bury a friend ilomilo  my strange addiction wish you were gay  xanny 

Birthday Party - AJR 

Break Your Heart - Taio Cruz

broken - lovelytheband

Caffeine and Dopamine - Keepitinside

Camila Cabello Find U Again  Señorita  ♪ from her album Romance ♬ Bad Kind of Butterflies  Liar My Oh My Shameless  Should’ve Said It

Cardi B Money Please Me

Catch Feelings - Henry Young & Zachary

Céline - Gallant

Cemetery - Coin

Chanel - Frank Ocean

Chase - Aaron Carpenter

Cherry Cola - Kuwada

Cigarette - offonoff & Tablo & MISO

Clairo Sofia Throwaway

Close to Me - Ellie Goulding & Diplo & Swae Lee

Cold - Boy In Space & unheard

Come My Way - Plvtinum

Conan Gray Generation Why Greek God  Maniac The King 

Creep - Radiohead (GAMPER remix & Dadoni & Ember Island)

Crush - Lucian & Tiffany Day

Crying My Eyes Out - Stephen Puth

Crystal Dolphin - Engelwood

Dangerous Love - Justice Carradine

David Guetta Better When You’re Gone Blame It on Love

Daya Insomnia Left Me Yet Wanted

Don’t Be Gone Too Long - Chris Brown

Don’t Lie to Me - Lena

Don’t Start Now - Dua Lipa

Eric Nam ♪ from his album Before We Begin ♬ Congratulations  Love Die Young

Everything - TobyMac

Eyes Wide Shut -  Glades 

Falling - Trevor Daniel

Fine - Rufus

Finneas I Don’t Miss You at All  Let’s Fall in Love for the Night

Fitz and the Tantrums Hand Clap Out of My League

Flower - Johnny Stimson

Friends - Feyde

Funeral - Miguel

G-Eazy 1942 Nadie Como Tu 

Get Away - Ed Black

Giants - Becky G & Keke Palmer & Soyeon & Duckwrth & Thutmose

Glass Animals Life Itself The Other Side of Paradise 

Greyson Chance Boots Shut Up

Halsey Eastside Graveyard

Heart in Tokyo - Good Gasoline

Heartstrings - STVN & Jenna Carlie

Her - Alex Aiono

Hey Violet Better by Myself Queen of the Night

High School - Umi

Hometown Smile - Bahjat

Honne  Crying Over You  Day 1

How Do You Sleep? - Sam Smith

IDK - Bruce Wiegner

I Fall in Like Too Easily - Ashton Arbab

I Feel Love - Suggi

If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes

If You Need Me - Julia Michaels

If You’re Over Me - Years & Years

I Heart You - Baby Ariel

I’ll Be There - King Henry & Sasha Sloan

ILYA - Fly By Midnight

In Betweenin’ - Austin Brown

Indiana Massara Apology Smoke in My Eyes

i think i love you (but i dont like you) - push baby

It’s Not You It’s Me - 6LACK & Bea Miller

Japanese Denim - Daniel Caesar

Jaymes Young Infinity  Northern Lights 

Joji Sanctuary  Test Drive Yeah Right

Jonas Brothers Only Human Sucker

Juliet - Sebastian Javier

June - Sage Charmaine

Just My Luck - Tia Ray & Kehlani

Kailee Morgue Go to Sleep Headcase

Katy Perry 365 Harleys in Hawaii

Kiss Me Thru the Phone - Soulja Boy

Lalala - Y2K, bbno$

Last Hurrah - Bebe Rexha

Lauv Drugs & the Internet I’m So Tired

Lava Lamp - Dandi

Left to Right - Marteen

Lennon Stella La Di Da Polaroid Workin’ on It

Lifeguard - iamnotshane

Lovefool - The Cardigans

Love Me Wrong - Allie X & Troye Sivan

Love You Like That - Dagny

Madison Beer Fools  Hurts Like Hell

Maggie Lindemann Friends Go Would I

MAGIC! Girl at Coachella Lay You Down Easy 

Make You Mine - Public

Mango Love - Shawn Wasabi & SATICA

Mask - joe.k

MAX Love Me Less One Two Things Worship

Middle of the Night - Monsta X

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift

MØ Blur Don’t Leave Kamikaze Nostalgia  On & On  Red Wine 

Mona Lisa - Valntn & Peter Fenn

mxmtoon Blame Game Prom Dress

My Family - Karol G & Migos & Rock Mafia & Snoop Dogg

Nobody - Emilee

No Sleep - Martin Garrix & Bonn

Nostalgia - The Beamish Brothers

NOTD Keep You Mine Romantic (NOTD remix) So Close

Ocean Man - Ween

October - Alessia Cara

Oh Wonder I Wish I Never Met You Super Love

Only You - Cheat Codes & Little Mix

On the Low - Justin Park

Pardon Me - Dion

Permission - New Hope Club

Pharmacy - Isaac Dunbar

Pink - No Rome

Post Malone ♪ from his album Hollywood’s Bleeding ♬ A Thousand Bad Times Circles Die for Me  Goodbyes Take What You Want 

PRETTYMUCH Blind Solita

Quinn XCII U & Us Wayback (remix)

R3HAB All Comes Back To You Don’t Give Up on Me Now Lullaby This Is How We Party

Raincoat - Kieron Lee & Chloe Ho

Rebels - Ivy Adara

Red Sippy Cup - Ellis G & Tristen the God

Rei Brown Picture Frames Real Love

Rescue Me - OneRepublic

Right Now - Nick Jonas & Robin Schulz

Rolex - Ayo & Teo

Roots - Galantis & Valerie Broussard

Roxanne - Arizona Zervas

Ruel Free Time Real Thing Younger

Say It to My Face - Maty Noyes

Selena Gomez Bad Liar I Can’t Get Enough

Sick Thoughts - Lewis Blissett

Skeletons - keshi

Speechless - Dan + Shay

Stay Home - Faye Risakotta

Sugarplum Elegy - Niki

Summer Love - Hyu

Summer Time High Time - Cuco & J-Kwe$t

Summertime in Paris - Jaden & Willow

Suncity - Khalid & Empress Of

Superfruit - Maude Latour

Sweet Little Lies -  bülow

Swimming in Your Feelings - Haven

Talking Loud - Jennifer Zhang

Tell Me - Mika-Intersection

tell me how you rly feel - adam&steve & Lostboycrow

Tessa Violet Bad Ideas Crush

Thank You - Junny

The Chainsmokers Family Kills You Slowly Takeaway

The Vamps All Night All the Lies Can We Dance  Just My Type  Middle of the Night Missing You  Somebody to You  We Don’t Care 

Think About Me - dvsn

Tired - Jasmine Sokko

Tomorrow Tonight - Loote

Virtual Reality - ieuan

Waste My Time - Grace VanderWaal

Why Don’t We Come to Brazil I Don’t Belong in This Club I Still Do Mad At You  Unbelievable  What Am I (Casualkimono remix)

Why Don’t We - Austin Mahone

Why Haven’t I Met You? - Cameron Dallas

Woke Up Late - Drax Project & Hailee Steinfield

Yellow Hearts - Ant Saunders

Yoandri All the Way Bravo Cherry on Top It’ll Be Ok Only You

You & Me - Marc E. Bassy

You Got Issues - spring gang & Amaranthine

Young the Giant Apartment  Cough Syrup

Zayn Rumors There You Are

In French:

Tous Les Mêmes - Stromae

In Spanish:

Rebeca - Mc Livinho & Gerex & Maejor

Teléfono - Aitana (remix with Lele Pons)

Electronic:

Monster Gambling in Tokyo - Idealism

Sorry I Like You - Burbank

Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Lion kings and cheetah queens; Roger Taylor x reader

*Author’s note*

Hello all! In honor of you all helping me reach 1K followers, I’ve been working on this oneshot for a few days and finally while on my Spring break I’ve finally came around to finishing it and posting it up today. After doing so many romantic Brian May fics, I’ve decided to do our drummer boy Roger Taylor. Now this can be read as either Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor or the real man himself :)

Now there’s no warnings at all but just pure, unadulterated, teeth-fotting, family domicile FLUFF!!! I think I may even have to pay the bills from ya’ll dentists lol. Anyways I hope you all like this fic and I hope I did some good research as you will find out. Real People do NOT belong to me, I am just doing this fic for entertainment purposes only.

Also for those that are interested in wanting to compete in my 1k contest, below is the link to the rules that you will need to follow. Hope to see more people take part in this contest, I’d really like to get to know more people and see that my followers and readers engage more with me. Enjoy reading my lovelies :)

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It was a typical day at the Taylor household.  In the backyard with the giant garden that looked more like a forest or a jungle with all the flowers, bushes and trees surrounding the property, which was perfect for the two children playing in it.  A young boy around 4 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes was racing through the bushes softly laughing to himself.

He peeked out from the bushes grinning the same grin that he inherited from his father before going back in the bush and racing onward.

“She’ll never expect me coming.” He said to himself.  He came out from the bushes and spotted his target.  A young girl 1-2 years younger than him with long (h/c). “I’m going to sneak up behind her and surprise her.” He whispered so softly so that the girl just several feet in front of him wouldn’t be able to hear him.

Soon like a lion on the prowl he crawled towards the girl before standing up and racing towards her and tackling her as he said,

“Boo!” He tackled the girl down to the ground and the girl said.

“Rufus no fair! I was supposed to be seeking you!”

“You were taking too long Lotte. So I thought I’d surprise you instead.” The boy now known as Rufus said to the girl he called Lotte.  “Alright sis it’s your turn. Go on you hide and I’ll come look for you now.”

“Okay but no cheating, you always cheat.”

“Do not!”

“Do to!”

“Do not!”

“Do to!”

“Do not!” Rufus exclaimed before sticking his tongue out at his sister.

After a bit of arguing they finally decided to stop as Lotte now went to go find a hiding place now in the labyrinth garden.  Rufus raced back a couple of feet and began counting.

“One two three four five six seven ninety-nine one hundred!” He raced into the garden and proclaimed, “Ready or not here I come!” He looked high and low but couldn’t find his sister anywhere. “I know she’s around her somewhere.” He then saw a bit of ruffling from a nearby bush.  Rufus raced towards it and said as he tackled his sister once more, “Ha-ha! Found you!” The two of them began to playfully wrestle for a bit before stopping as Lotte said.

“Hey Rufus, wanna try and see if we can sneak up on dad?”

“Yeah good idea Lotte. Let’s go find him!” The two of them raced out of the garden and across the backyard to see if they could find their father.

In one of the sheds, Roger Taylor was polishing up one of his boats checking to make sure everything was in shape before he would treat his family to a weekend at the lake after being away for so long, plus his wife needed a break from all the rigorous training she’s been doing lately for the Olympics.

The two young kids found their dad in the shed and Lotte giggled but Rufus shushed her telling her to be quiet.  The two kids snuck up of the drummer unaware that he had already knew that his children were planning something.

“Okay you go around and I’ll stay back here.” Rufus whispered to his sister, she nodded and snuck off to the side while Rufus stalked right behind his dad much like he did to his sister a few minutes ago.  But just before Rufus could surprise his dad, Roger let out a roar and swooped down and picked up his son over his shoulder upside down while Rufus was screaming playfully trying to break free.

“You kids may think you’ve mastered the ambush attack, but you’ll never be as good as the king. Now what to do with this amateur hmm?” Roger then began to spin around with his son still on his shoulder.

“Lotte! Ruhuhuhun!!!” He managed to cry out and soon his sister raced out of the shed trying to find a hiding spot.  As she ran, she was suddenly picked up and held against a strong chest and Roger’s voice said in her ear.

“And where do you think you’re going little cheetah?”

“Daddy let go!” Lotte giggled out.

“No I don’t think I will, now what punishment shall you receive compared to the lion cub I just captured?” He hummed in thought as he sat down on the grass but keeping his daughter tight in his arms, “I think I’m seeing more spots than last time, let’s count them shall we?” At that point Lotte’s eyes grew big. Because he father’s idea of counting her ‘cheetah spots’ were tickling them out of her.

She tried to escape but her father brought her in closer into his lap, his legs trapping her like a cage as he began counting, starting at around her neck. Lotte giggled and squirmed at her father’s tickly fingers as she laughed out.

“Daddy! Stohahahp ihihit!”

“Your squirming is only going to make me lose count, stand still you little squirmy cub. Let’s see where was I? Oh yes five, six, oh I spy seven right here on that tummy of yours.” He said as he now began tickling her bellybutton.

“THAT’S NOT A SPOT!!” She cried out through her laughter.

“You sure about that? It definitely looks like a spot to me.” Lotte kept laughing at her father’s tickle torture when suddenly Roger was tackled by his son Rufus. He managed to bring his father down and he cried out.

“I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM LOTTE! LET’S GET HIM NOW!!” It was then the two children began to playfully attack their father like a real lion and cheetah cub would do in the wild.

“Oh no they’ve finally got me! They’re too strong! C’mon pick on someone your own size don’t….Help! Help me!” As the three Taylor family members continued to play around, they were unaware they were being watched.

*My POV*

I had just returned from my morning training with Yuri when I could hear my husband’s voice crying from the backyard.  I raced over thinking that someone was wrong but when I saw that it was just him and the kids playing around I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Now I bet you’re wondering how does an Olympic gold medalist like me managed to snag and claim Roger Taylor, drummer of Queen as her husband?

It’s quite a funny story how we met.  It was just after my second Olympic run back in 1976.  Now you’d think that Queen would be performing at the Olympics and that’s how we met right? Well you’re half right.

Queen had celebrated a successful world tour at the time and were at my favorite pub. Of course the news of the Olympics were all over London and I was getting stopped everywhere I went for my win for the UK.  And it was at that pub that I had met Roger when he tried to flirt with me, using the famous “Roger Taylor” charm.

With his long blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and quick wit tongue that can get any girl falling for him, he thought I would be another easy target.  But I hadn’t earned the nickname (Y/n) “The Cheetah” (l/n) from Yuri for nothing.  My wit was just as quick if not quicker than his, as was my sass as I denied him right there on the spot.  But of course like any other lion they are relentless.  Eventually I was able to tame this lion and made him more docile and in 1978, he asked me to marry him and we’ve been happily married for six years now.

I was about ready to train for the 1980 summer Olympics when I had found out that I was pregnant with Roger’s child.  I had no choice but to pull out that year since I couldn’t compete.  I felt like I was letting my whole country down that year but a good friend of mine Serena took over for me that year and we managed to get second place which wasn’t too bad but I still felt like I had dishonored the UK.

But after the birth of our son, I knew I had won a different goal that day. Motherhood was tough and I thought I’d never be able to do it, but thanks to Roger as well as the other members of Queen plus Chrissie and Veronica, I was able to not screw up and became the best mother I could be.  Barely a year later, we had another baby, our sweet girl Charlotte but we all just call her Lotte.

Each of our kids resembled both Roger and I. Rufus was a splitting image of his dad from his tuff of blonde hair and charming blue eyes, right down to his mannerisms and behavior.  While Lotte, she’s like me in appearance but she can be a little more reserved compared to her brother, but when she needs to be, she can be pretty feisty just like me.

And I’ll admit I was scared to think of how Roger would take to fatherhood. After all I knew of his reputation, plus he never really screamed out ‘father material’ but the day Rufus was born, it was like something switched in him, like his son became his whole world and nothing was going to tear him away from his boy.

And when Lotte came along, oh god poor Rog was a wreck.  He refused to let her go saying that only he could protect her, he already was making death threats to any boy that looked her way and promised to be there for her no matter what.

I walked a bit closer to observe the rare domestic playing that Roger could have with his children after a long tour schedule and saw as Roger pretended to groan in agony before collapsing dramatically with his head hung to the side and mouth open and tongue hanging out the side, the classic ‘playing dead’.

“Dad? You’re not dead.” Rufus said as he sat on his father’s chest.  Roger’s head shot up as he said.

“Nope!” Making out kids shriek and laugh as Roger joined in their laughter and held each of the kids close to him.

“I leave you lot for a couple of hours and already you’ve managed to make yourselves filthy.” I said making myself known.

“Mummy!” Lotte cried out as she raced towards me.  I picked up my daughter and gave her a kiss to the top of her head and I asked her.

“Now what were you kids doing to get yourselves so dirty?”

“We were playing hide and seek lions and cheetahs style.” Answered Rufus as Roger leaned up to normal sitting position and pulling his son into his lap.

“Ahh that explains a lot. And so I’m going to assume that you invited the king to play along?” I said staring right at Roger who grinned.

“We wanted to see if we could finally sneak up on him and surprise him. But Rufus said I was too loud.”

“Cause you were!” he exclaimed.

“Alright, alright no need to yell at your sister Rufus. Now apologize to her right now.” Said Roger.  Rufus turned to his father as Roger looked down at him and raised his brow telling him to do it.

“I’m sorry Lotte.”

“It’s okay.” I set her down and the two of them hugged it out.

“Alright now both of you head inside and wait for me in the loo, we’ll have to have your baths a little earlier than usual.” Our kids soon raced inside the house and I shook my head softly.

“Those two certainly are a handful at times.” Said Roger.

“They get it from you mostly, especially Rufus.” I said.  He feigned a mock hurt as he placed his hand over his heart and moaned in agony.

“Oh you’ve wounded me my love, ahh it hurts, it hurts, just put me out of my misery.” He then fell over in front of my feet with his arm over his eyes.  I couldn’t help but giggle as I said.

“You are such a drama Queen, even worse than Fred.”

“But you know you love me for it.” He said as his arm raised up and he peeked at me with them baby blue eyes of his.  I then got down on the ground and hovered over him and said.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. You’re just gonna have to find that out for yourself Mr. Taylor.”

“Ahh but I know it, otherwise you wouldn’t have married me, Mrs. Taylor.” Roger said as he wrapped his hands around my neck trying to bring me downward until our lips melded together.  As he tried to deepen the kiss, I broke away from him and said.

“Rog I’m sweaty and disgusting, I need to shower before we continue this.”

“Never stopped us before, remember back that concert back in ’77. It was just after a Queen concert, I took you into my dressing room and you—” he then began whispering seductively in my ear the events of what happened that night.

“Rog this is—this is different I—” I moaned softly before letting out a slight giggle from his hot breath tickling my ear. “No, no Rog I won’t fall for it again!” I stated firmly but was suddenly pinned on my back with Roger now hovering over me.

I couldn’t help but grin up at him and I stroked his cheek with my index finger as I muttered.

“Damn your cute face.” He smirked down at me and I said to him out loud, “You think I can’t resist you?”

“Do you want to resist me?” he said with that cute puppy dog tilt of his head.

“No. But I would like you to ask nicely so that I don’t feel like the bad guy here.” He shrugged his shoulder and said as he leaned downward.

“At least I’d have a beautiful villain being cruel to me.” He captured my lips once more and we softly made out for a few more seconds.  I pushed against his chest and I told him.

“The kids are waiting for me, then I’ve got to shower.” I got out from underneath him and stood back up and walked towards the house.

“Mind if I join you once your shower starts?”

“The last time you asked me that is how we ended up with Lotte.” I said as I turned toward him.  I walked backwards for a bite before turning back around and walked inside our house.

After giving the kids their baths and cleaning the dirt off their faces from playing in the garden, I then went into my bathroom and showered to clean off the sweat and oil off my body from a hard workout.

This was my first hardcore training session in awhile to help prepare me for the upcoming summer Olympics and Yuri was working my ass off to no end. Especially since this was my first Olympic competition in over 8 years.  My muscles were sore and jelly but the hot water eased the tension in my muscles.  I let out a moan as I just allowed the water to hit me when suddenly I felt arms wrap around me.  I would’ve slipped had it not been for Roger.

“Damnit Roger I’ve told you not to sneak up on me like that especially when I’m showering.”

“Sorry love I couldn’t help it, besides you’ve been overworking yourself. Let your man clean and pamper you up.” I felt him kiss my cheek as he pulled me close to him. I debated and then spoke out.

“No sexual games this time.”

“I swear, nothing sexual. At least for today,” I heard him mutter, I hit his shoulder which made him laugh and he continued, “I’m kidding. But seriously though love, let me take care of you.”

“Alright Rog.” And just as he promised, he helped clean me up.  He used my favorite body wash and gently went over and massaged all over my arms, shoulders and calf muscles.  Once my body was cleaned, he took my shampoo and washed my hair for me, his fingers gently combing through my hair and massaging my scalp. I let out a soft moan and he said.

“Careful love, don’t want to start something now do we?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter and keep washing drummer boy.” I could feel him smirking as he kept washing my hair until it was time to head back under the showerhead and allow the water to rinse away the shampoo.  He groomed through my hair in order to help the shampoo get rinsed out.

Once I was cleaned and satisfied, we both left the shower and dried off before putting on our bathrobes.

“Thank you Rog, I really needed that.”

“Who says that I’m done?” I looked at him skeptically and he continued, “Go lie on the bed love, I need to get some things out from here. And don’t ask any more questions”

“What are you planning Roger Taylor?”

“I just told you, you can’t ask any more questions.” I chuckled at him and said.

“Okay, okay don’t go throwing our TV set out the window.” He shook his head and I left the loo and went to lay on our bed.  The mattress felt like heaven as it helped ease the muscles in my lower back and it was then Roger came out with a bottle of lotion.

“Mademoiselle, I’m Roger Taylor and I will be your masseuse for this morning’s session.” He grabbed one of the pillows that we normally don’t sleep with but keep it as decoration for the bedroom and he lifted my legs and placed the pillow underneath my calves and set my legs down on the pillow.

He took the lotion and squirted some in his hands before rubbing them together. He then took my right leg first and began to massage it.  I threw my head back against the pillows and moaned softly.

“Mrs. Taylor I must say you’ve got knots in your knots along your calf muscles. Haven’t you been treating them?”

“Juan does his best but he’s been sick lately so the past few training sessions I couldn’t get him up, and of course Yuri can’t massage for shit, he gives the worst massages that I’ve ever seen, it’s like pure torture.”

“Aww poor madam. Well I promise this will be the finest massage you will ever hope for.” He went lower and moved his fingers in a slow, circular motion and I moaned softly.  After that, he moved over and began to do my left calf muscles doing the same top to bottom soft circular motion from the bottom of my knee down the just before my ankles.

Once my legs had been massaged, he then sat in front of my feet and began to massage them.  First taking my left foot and using his thumbs to go counter-clock wise around my soles.  He then moved up to just underneath my toes before moving down to my heels.

“The tension is more on the soles than anything, you don’t have to worry about anywhere else.” I told him.

“Understood, just focus on the soles then.” He then went back to the soles and as I told him he kept massaging around that area.  After awhile he then moved to my right foot and did the same thing focusing on the soles.  When my feet were done being massaged he then told me. “Okay now may I ask you to remove your robe so that I can do your back?”

“Getting a little personal aren’t we? I don’t think my husband would appreciate it.” I teased.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t. But he must be a lucky man if what I think is under that robe is true.” I grinned at him and untied my robe and slowly turned onto my stomach and removed the bathrobe and lay on my stomach exposing my back.

I soon felt his lotioned hands on my shoulders and I groaned out a moan.

“Oh Mrs. Taylor you are so tense.” He cooed out.

“It’s called raising two children and stressing of having the entire UK on your ass to win and redeem themselves from the last summer Olympics.”

“It’s too much stress it’s piling up on you darling. Thank god I’m here for you now.” He said as he began to massage around my lower back.

After several more minutes he stopped and said.

“Okay, I’m done. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been recharged. To what do I owe you Mr. Taylor for your services?” I said as I grabbed the robe and put it back over me as I faced my husband.

“For a house call I’d normally charge 20 dollars per hour. But for being such a beautiful woman and a wonderful mother to our children, I’ll accept a kiss, maybe a quick shag.” I slapped his arm at the last part which made him chuckle and he cried out, “I’m kidding! But not about the kiss though, so what do you say Mrs. Taylor, care to give us a kiss?” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck and our lips met in a soft, yet passionate kiss.

With such a rare day like this when both Roger and I have some time off, we spent it with the kids watching a random animal documentary on the BBC.  Of course Roger never really liked it when we’d play it because he’s obviously still pissed at the fact that they forced Queen to ‘fake-play’ Killer Queen on Top the Pops.  But when it came to the kids, he was willing to swallow his pride and watch it for them.

They were doing a documentary on Africa’s big cats and when the cheetah came up on the screen Lotte said.

“Look mumma that’s you!” I smiled down at my girl and ruffled her hair and said.

“Yep, that’s mummy.”

“Cheetahs are my favorite animal mumma, know why?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because they’re super-fast, very, very quick and brave, and caring to their babies, just like you mummy.” I awed at my daughter and hugged her close and kissed her cheek while Rufus scoffed and said.

“But they’re not as tough or strong as the lions are. They’re so big, they have a huge family, and the male lions have that huge mane. They can take down larger animals than them and they’re super strong, just like you dad.”

“Ahh that’s my boy.” Roger said as he picked up Rufus and placed him on his lap.

“Cheetahs can outrun lions any day though.” Lotte relented back at her brother.

“Cannot!” Rufus proclaimed.

“Can to!”

“Cannot!”

“Can to!”

“Cannot!”

“Alright you two that’s quite enough of that.” Roger began.  “Now how about we compromise, agree that out of any big cats in the world lions and cheetahs are the best of the best. Agreed?” The kids grumbled and whined a bit but they agreed. “After all kids, in the end the lion did get what he wanted to in the end, even though the cheetah was feisty and sharp-witted. But it was all worth it in the end.” Roger said as he stared right up at me.

“Well the lion shouldn’t have been too cocky, otherwise the cheetah might have been a little more receptive. But cheetahs know when to sniff out arrogance and big egos. But in the end she was able to tame the wild lion king.” I spoke as I stroked his cheek with my index finger making him smile at me.

A few hours later after putting the kids down for their afternoon nap, Roger and I finally got to spend some quality time alone.  He sat down at the floor next to the couch and hand my knees over his shoulders.  My fingers were currently combing through his hair as Roger leaned back against my thighs moaning softly.

“I’ll never forget the day we started this lion-cheetah family scenario. Rufus took one look at you and at a stuffed lion from the toy store and pointed at it and called it ‘dada’.”

“At least he didn’t point to the hedgehog.” He said.

“And I will admit he’s not wrong. With this hair of yours all wild and long like this, especially after a concert, you definitely look like a lion.” Roger then turned and looked up at me but said not a word.  “What?” His eyes soon sparked that mischievous gleam as he removed my legs from his shoulders and got into a pouncing position. “No Roger don’t you dare!” I then tried to escape but he quickly grabbed me by the waist and threw me down on the couch.

He crawled over on top of me and hovered over me smirking down at me and he said as his nose brushed against mine.

“And I thought cheetahs were supposed to be fast?”

“Well we are but you cheated.”

“Oh my love, all’s fair in love and war. And when it comes to survival of the fittest, the lion will always prevail. Now let me hear you say it.”

“I would rather die than surrender defeat to a lion like you.”  He merely nodded and then his look changed to a more darker tone as his smirk grew more sinister.  I knew exactly what was going through his mind and I begged him, “No Rog don’t you dare! I swear to god if you do it I’ll—” but it was too late.

His fingers danced around my sides and stomach.  I squirmed and tried to get out of his grip but he held firm and wouldn’t let up.

“ROGER! STOHAHP!!”

“Say that you’ll submit to the king and then I’ll stop.” He said as he kept tickling me.  I kept laughing and begging for him to stop but he refused to listen.  After what felt like an eternity, through his own will, Roger finally stopped and had his face right up to mine.  His nose pressed against my cheek before trailing up towards my nose.

“(Y/n),”

“What?” I asked.  His lips soon softly captured mine and I softly moaned into the kiss.  I felt his hand cup the left side of my face, his thumb grazing over my cheek.  He separated from me but only by about an inch, his warm breath dancing across my face.

“Be my lion queen?” I giggled softly and said to him.

“For you? I could convert, but don’t tell anyone.” I said the last part sternly.  He smiled down at me and pressed his lips against mine and we softly made out right up until the kids came racing down the stairs.

*Extended ending*

It was finally time.  I had been training for months and now it was finally hear.  The 1984 Summer Olympics, held in Los Angeles, California.  I knew the kids would be watching from home on the Telly with Roger and my mum and dad.

I was in the locker room taking a few deep breaths trying to get my mind back into the mind set before the track and field runners went up.  Yuri came up to me and he asked me.

“How you doing champ?”

“Going back to the first time I ran this course and just barely made the gold medal. I say I’ve got some butterflies.”

“Well I have a feeling you’re gonna do great out there, and hey you listen to me; win or lose today you’re still a champ to me champ.” I smiled at my coach and thanked him.  He hugged me and kissed the top of my head and said.  “You ready cheetah?”

“Ready.” He patted my shoulder and I took a couple of quick breaths before racing out of the locker room and met up with the other runners competing and soon we all raced out of the tunnel and into the track field hearing the audience screaming and roaring in applause.  We all went to the starting line and stretched ourselves out for the 800 meter run.

“And we see from Team Britain (Y/n) ‘the Cheetah’ Taylor has finally returned to redeem the loss Britain took from the last summer’s Olympics.” I could hear the announcers say over the speaker.

“Tom this woman truly takes the name seriously. 2 time Olympic gold medalist. Won her first Olympics at just the age of 24, and here she is to reclaim the pride for Team Britain.” I raised my first in the air and the fans for Great Britain cheered and held up signs with my name decorated with cheetah spots on them.

“LADIES! Take your marks!!” The referee called out.  I lined up with the girls and crouched down on my hands and dancing at the balls of my feet.  Sweat was already running down my face as the only sound I could hear was my heartbeat. I saw the ref hold out his gun that would shoot out blank bullets to sound off the call of when to begin.

I looked down at my wristbands, well my husband’s wristbands that he’s worn at most of his concerts that he given to me just for this Olympic season and I could feel his spirit with me.  The timer sounded off and the ref held the gun in the air. Time stood still until finally.

BANG!!

I then took off sprinting as fast as I could with the other female runners closing in right behind me or starting to get ahead of me.  The crowd applauded as loud as they could as we came to the first turn.

“And Doina Melinte from Team Romania is head of all the other racers followed by Kim Gallagher from Team USA and Fiţa Lovin of Team Romania. While in 4th place (Y/n) the “cheetah” Taylor is starting to tire out.”

“Seems like the cheetah’s been out of the game too long Marv.”

“Oh wait what’s this the Cheetah is making a comeback! She’s passing Fiţa and Kim and now she’s tied with Doina as they’re coming around the final lap!”

“Oh this could be a close one!” I wasn’t going to give up.  Not here, not now I’ve worked my ass off too hard to come in fourth place.  I sped up as fast as I could unleashing the real cheetah within me as I finally caught up with the Romanian runner Doina.

She and I stared at each other before trying to out run the other.  The two of us neck and neck as we reached the final stretch.

“It’s gonna be a close one!” Finally the two of us crossed the finish line together and the crowd went wild.  I skid to a stop as I leaned down on my knees breathing heavily and I could hear the announcers screaming over each other about who exactly won.

“Nice job kid, you ran like the cheetah I knew you always were.” Yuri said as he handed me my towel and bottled water with a straw.  I drank some of the water as the replay played on the big screen as they wanted to see who exactly won.  The crowd waited with anticipation as did I.  I took Yuri’s hand and squeezed it as hard as I could waiting on baited, exhausted breath hoping that I won.

But in an unfortunate upset, it turned out that Doina was just an inch ahead of me at the start of the finish line so the judges had to call the winner of the 800m to Romania.  I could hear the upset of the crowd and I sighed in disappointment.

“Hey, you still killed it out there cheetah. I’m proud of you.” He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder and shook it assuringly.  He opened his arms out and the two of us hugged.

I then went to collect my silver medal while Doina received the gold and for the bronze it went to Fiţa.  As we stood on the stands that represented our placements I turned to Doina and held my hand out to her.  She looked at me and smiled softly as she shook my hand.

“Great run out there.”

“It was an honor to race against the Cheetah. You live up to your name.” she told me in her thick English-Romanian accent.

After a full day of track and field day for the Olympics and competing in the 4x100 relay race along with Simmone, Heather and Beverley I managed to at least win Great Britain the gold for that by being the last runner in the relay race. So now I had a total of 3 gold medals and one silver.

By the end of it all, I was in the locker room some of my fellow Brits congratulating me on my wins for the country and that’s when Simmone said to me.

“Oh (y/n), your fan club is here to see you in Yuri’s office.” I looked at her confused but I decided to see just what exactly she was talking about.  As I opened the door to Yuri’s office that’s when Lotte and Rufus came running towards me and tackled me to the ground.

“Mum you were amazing out there!” Rufus exclaimed.

“Yeah you were going super-fast that I couldn’t even see you! You were all whoosh! And then you did a sharp turn just like the cheetah on TV did and then you won!” Lotte began ranting on.  But I could hardly believe that my kids were actually here.

“Oh my lovely darlings, not that I’m not happy to see you but please tell me you two didn’t stowaway on a plane just to get to here.”

“Don’t worry, because they brought the coalition with them.” I looked toward the back door and there stood Roger along with Brian and Deacy.  I couldn’t help but laugh as I now stood up with each of my children clinging onto me as Roger came up and kissed me.

“I can’t believe you came.”

“What and miss my wife’s chance at competing in the Olympics once more? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I smiled at him before turning to Brian and Deacy.

“I hope Roger didn’t force you guys to come see.”

“No worries love, we wanted to show our full support. You were amazing out there today.” Brian said as hugged me.  I turned to Deacy who said.

“It was definitely a show worth watching, you came through for Britain today (y/n). We would’ve lost had it not been for you.” Deacy smiled at me and pecked my cheek before embracing me.

“Thank you Deacy, you too Brian. I can’t believe you all came to see this, I just…..I only wish that I had gotten the gold for the 800m. That’s always been my specialty, and I feel ashamed that you all had to see me come in second.”

“Well you shouldn’t be. You did not let any of us down. Nor did you let Britain down. You came back and fought. You had given birth to both of our children and then went right back into the deep end of training while still taking care of our cubs here. You truly were a cheetah out there today (y/n), and I am proud to call (Y/n) “the Cheetah”, my wife.” He said as he cupped my face in his calloused hands and his thumbs gently stroked my cheekbones.

He then leaned forward and kissed me passionately yet delicately.  He separated from me and he whispered,

“My Cheetah queen.”

“My Lion king.” I whispered back with a smile as we kissed again.

“Must you guys always kiss? It’s disgusting.” Complained Rufus.  We looked down at our boy and just laughed and that’s when Brian said as he picked up his nephew.

“One day you’ll be doing the exact same thing Rufus.”

“Hopefully you won’t be as bad as your father was though.” Piped in Deacy.

“Piss off you two!” Roger snapped.

“Okay, okay. I’m starving so how about we go out and celebrate on a long, eventful day. Plus I am craving for something I know I shouldn’t be eating but I don’t care at this rate.”  Roger then picked up our daughter and we all left the office and headed out of the stadium to celebrate on my successful turnout for the Track and Field division of the Olympics.

Yeah I may have only gained one additional gold medal that day giving me a total of 3 plus a silver, but in the end I had and will always have six gold medals. Three of the actual medals from the Olympics, and the three others being my two children and husband, Roger Taylor.

Our lion and cheetah family.