#Freddie Mercury x Jim Hutton

[eileen-crys]

Ahhhh here's a (late) entry for Jimercury Week, and to celebrate Pride Month with Freddie and Jim 🥰💖💕💜💕💖🏳️‍🌈 @jimercuryweek

I'm doodling some cute things trying new brushes, I hope you like it! 💖

Please do not repost! Reblogs and comments are always welcomed 💜

[eileen-crys]

This is SO ACCURATE and I'm in love! Thank you again ahhhh 🥰🥰🥰💜💕💖💜💕💖💕💖

A little shitpost (sorry Jim hehehehe)

Original AU by @eileen-crys

Bonus 2 drawings :3

[bitchysoulwasteland]

Hangman X Mercury!Daughter Reader

(A/n: Yet another one of my *insert a franchise* x queen band reader fics. I'm not even sorry for this. XD. It takes place modern day, so just imagine Live Aid now, basically. Also, for the sake of the fic, Jim Hutton will be an Admiral at Top Gun. Just go with it. Do not repost. Enjoy.)

The crowd roared as you, (your father) Freddie Mercury and your uncles, Brian May and John deacon, along with your godfather, Roger Taylor bowed. As you stood back up from the bow, the sound of a plane engine came overhead. You looked up and saw Jake's F-18 barrel rolling over Wembley Stadium. You laughed and shook your head and did a slight salute to him.

Five hours later, you walk into the Hard Deck and see the entire of the Dagger Squad crowded around a TV which was re-running Live Aid. You smirk when you see that everyone's eyes are glued to Queen's set, more specifically, your solo during Hammer To Fall.

"Damn, I look good onstage." you mutter to Penny as she hands you a beer and you give her the money. "Thanks." You see your other father, five-star admiral, Jim Hutton, call sign 'Bud'. You smile at him as you give a small salute.

"I say your performance, Y/n. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to see it." His soft, Irish accent came as a welcome, yet familiar, change as he pulled you in for a hug.

"It's fine, we c'n still see it. Apparently the BBC are still showing it." You say, gesturing to a TV, which had it on. Jake watched as you interacted with the Admiral. 'How the hell did you know him?' he thought before going back to watch you on the screen. He smirked as the concert set was finished and the sound of a plane thundered overhead. On the screen, you looked up and smiled, shaking your head before doing a mini salute. "I think that was quite a nice touch, personally." You say to your father who is sitting beside you and watching the screen. "Papa should be coming with the guys. I left just after they started talking to Mick Jagger."

"I think your pilot wants to talk with you, love." He said, gesturing to Jake, who had walked over. "I'll leave you two be." He walked to the outside tables and sat down.

"That was some move, Hangman." You smirked as he stood beside you.

"Glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart.” Jake responded as the Dagger Squad’s jaws dropped.

“Hi, um, I’m Y/n Mercury.”

“Thought you were going by Hutton-Mercury.” Phoenix piped up. She had been friends with you ever since you had ran into her the night you met Jake.

“Nah, Mercury on Stage, Hutton-Mercury for government shit a-“

“And Seresin everywhere else.” Jake whispered in your ear but you knew full well that everyone herd him.

“You ain’t put a ring on it, so I ain’t changing it yet.”

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Valentine's weekend(ish): wlw and mlw edition

( btw there's only one mlw couple because the other two moodbards are in the other two posts)

Sharise Ruddell x Bobbi Brown : Pottery date Victoria De Angelis: Museum date Freddie Mercury and Jim Hutton: Dance party/class date Lzzy Hale: Roller Skating Date

[magsalecs]

x: mary austin the true love of freddie mercury, and his wife 😍😍😍

mary austin: *gives away freddie's cats after he dies, auctions off all his stuff to make money*

x: 🤐😴

jim hutton (freddie's husband): *publishes a book talking about his beautiful love with freddie*

x: jim hutton is the worst person, freddie deserved more.

[warriorteam1924]

The daffodils look lovely today

Freddie Mercury x Jim Hutton

Author’s note : Hello my beauties. This piece is very special because it is for a special event. This is for Freddie Mercury weekend 22, hopefully fitting the prompt ‘petals’ I’m not tagging the host cause i don’t expect a mere reblog just because or to have visibility. I want to express my love for Freddie, Jim, Queen, while I’m not particularly at a good place at this very moment. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : none, despite it’s not my fave genre, this is fluff.... 

Summary : Flowers and Petals in Garden Lodge.... 

Words count : 1,343words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose​ @orionis8689​ @queenlover05​ (I’m begging you to let me know if the tags bother you please) 

Jim Hutton wasn’t sure if he was truly a gardener or not, all he knew was he adored flowers. All of them were so wonderful, so unique, and their smell was so exquisite. Being outside Garden Lodge was always a blessing for him. No matter the season, he enjoyed being surrounded by nature. Psithurism was surely one of his favorite melodies. But it was before he met Freddie Mercury.

 Jim couldn’t exactly recall when he realized he was in love with this wonderful man. All he knew was that he couldn’t bear to live another day without being by his side. Jim loved everything about Freddie. His charisma, his kindness, his extravagance in public while actually being sometimes reserved in private. He was of course such a handsome man, Jim couldn’t deny it. And his voice. Freddie had managed to seduce the world with his voice, and Jim knew why. He had fallen for it as well. No matter what Freddie was saying, just rambling about the very often unpleasant British weather, or enthusiastically moving his arms as he was talking about the last opera record he got, Jim found it was always the most wonderful sound to come to his ears.

 Jim didn’t know what Freddie found attractive in him. He was an average man, not really good looking. But eventually, he convinced his own mind that Freddie also loved him back for who he was, that there was no need to try and be anyone else, since the singer was always sincere and genuine with him. There was no longer need to doubt, no time to waste with questions and uncertainty.

 As he was spending a lot of time in the garden while Freddie was in the studio recording or arranging music with his band, Jim particularly enjoyed taking care of the garden, making sure there were flowers all year long. This way, he always had an excuse to offer a fresh bouquet to his lover.

 Freddie was always delighted when he got flowers from Jim. He was taking them in his arms with a wide smile, and Jim felt his heart melt every time the singer was grinning, aware he was one of the rare persons on this planet to have such a privilege.

 Yet, before the bouquets could even wilt, Jim always noticed the vase was emptied. Every time he passed in front of the emptied and cleaned vase, he wondered if one of the cats had knocked the flowers over, but also asked himself why the vase wasn’t broken. Yet, despite the questions, Jim carried on making sure there were blossoming flowers in the garden, and always a nice bouquet for his lover in the house.

 It was another day and yet another celebration for Freddie. He was proud of Garden Lodge and loved to have guests around, taking any excuse to have people coming over. Jim wasn’t fully sure as for why the singer liked to have guests so often, but as long as it made him happy, he didn’t care much.

 “Jim, darling, could you bring us our hats, please? I don’t want our heads to overheat while we’re outside.”, Freddie asked his lover, then pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “You know, the ones with the flowers. I wouldn’t want to be out of tune in this wonderful garden.”, he added with a wink, shaking his hips a little with a smirk.

 How could Jim ever say no to him? With a smile, and feeling like he blushed a bit all the same after Freddie’s kiss, Jim headed inside then went upstairs, looking for these outrageously big hats.

 Freddie was a very conscientious man, but him seeking for perfection only applied to music it seemed. This wardrobe was an absolute mess. There were clothes everywhere, only a few things actually properly folded. Jim sighed, but began to move the T-shirts and other colorful tops to find the hats.

 “There is even a carton box in here, what the hell….?”, Jim sighed, exasperation slowly winning over his patience.

 He put it aside, willing to carry on looking, but he couldn’t find the hats Freddie was talking about. Maybe he had put them somewhere else….

 Jim turned again, putting the clothes back inside the wardrobe. There was no time to fold them properly anyways. Freddie and the guests were still waiting in the garden.

 He looked around to make sure he didn’t forget anything, but he noticed he had left the carton box on the bedroom floor. Rolling his eyes as he wondered how on earth he was going to fit it back in the wardrobe, he took a closer look all the same. And he even dared to open it after reading the label that was written on top of it.

 Freddie was still in the garden with his guests, looking towards the bedroom windows, wondering what was taking Jim so long. He excused himself then headed back inside, willing to find Jim.

 The singer directly walked towards the bedroom, where he found Jim seated on the floor, with a notebook open in front of him. The carton box was still on the floor, open as well.

 “Oh.”, Freddie let out as he saw this scene.

 “Freddie….”, Jim said, half whispering, half sobbing.

 “Oh, no, no, please don’t cry, darling, or I’m gonna cry as well….”, the singer hastily said, rushing towards his lover, sitting next to him.

 “Fred…. What does it mean?”, Jim asked, pointing at the box. “Where does this come from?”.

 “Well.”, he replied, passing his hand in his shiny black hair. “I gathered a few petals from the bouquets you’ve been offering me from the beginning….”, he explained, feeling embarrassed. “All of them, actually….”.

 “Oh, Freddie….”, Jim said, tears running in his cheeks again.

 “And in the notebook you have in your hands, I taped all the notes you wrote to me, when you gave me the flowers….”, the singer carried on explaining.

 “That’s so so sweet of you.”, Jim said, placing a hand on his lover’s cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “But…. This doesn’t explain what’s written on the carton box….”, he pointed out.

 “Well. It’s…. I ….”, Freddie hesitated, mumbling slightly. “I keep those for the kids to throw the petals on the aisle when we get married. Hence, the ‘our wedding’ note on the box….”, he said, lowering his head.

 “But….”, Jim hesitated.

 “I know.”, Freddie replied, fully aware they couldn’t legally get married.

 The two of them remained silent, dreamily staring at the carton box, fully of colorful petals Freddie had gathered.

 “Will you marry me?”, Jim suddenly asked, as if it was coming out of nowhere.

 “What?”, Freddie asked.

 “Freddie Mercury, will you marry me?”, Jim repeated, looking at him in the eyes.

 The singer frowned, not really knowing what to do. He knew it would never lead them to a real marriage with a real administrative proof the two of them were legally partners. But he also knew he loved the man standing next to him, the man who still had his cheeks wet because of the tears, more than his own life. There was no need to pounder the question.

 “Yes. I want to be your husband, Jim.”, Freddie eventually replied with a smile.

 The two men embraced each other, both of them rolling on the floor, kisses covering the other’s face. They carried on rolling on the floor, pecks still pressing on their respective skins, until they bumped in the edge of the bed.

 “Ah, look, here are the hats….”, Jim said, as he looked under their bed. “The guests are surely wondering where we are….”.

 “Yes, probably. But I don’t care. I’m your fiancé now. Nothing else in this universe matters.”, Freddie replied, putting yet another kiss on his lover’s lips.

 They eventually grabbed the hats and went back to the gardens with their guests, enjoying this beautiful day.

 And it was the most wonderful of them all, because once again, Jim and Freddie’s hearts were filled with the other’s love. 

[stormtrooper-in-clogs]

Bind Me To Your Legal Contract (ha ha)

Co-written for Jimercury week with @iwilltrytobereasonable​!

Jim would be happy just being the gardener for Hutton Enterprises, if only a couple of the board members would leave him alone. And if one of them would take proper care of his cat.

Though the cat does make a particularly good friend one day.

***

He felt like a servant. It wasn’t so much that Jim spent his days on his knees - that was an essential piece of making the earth bloom, even in the garden of a corporate park - but he was always being ordered around by Tony and Bill, two board members who felt Jim was beneath them. They were always leaving trash everywhere and tracking mud onto the freshly-cleaned floors, insisting that Jim had left the place a mess. Nevermind that he wasn’t technically part of the cleaning staff. Nope, it was always Jim’s responsibility to clean up after them.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if it were just the two of them, but Tony always insisted on bringing his cat with him to the office, so of course Jim had to look after him too. His name was Oscar, and his owner seemed to like the idea of having a cat more than the responsibility of watching out for him, as he had free reign to do as he pleased. Whenever the cat took a break from knocking coffee mugs off desks or tearing up whatever papers he could get his paws on, it seemed like he was trying to escape, and guess who would have to go track him down.

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[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 19- Christmas Baking

A/N: Prompt #19 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! Sorry I didn’t get this up yesterday. Life got a bit out of wack. For those of you that haven’t read my other daughter!reader fics, ‘Dad’ is Jim and ‘Papa’ is Freddie.

Pairing: Freddie Mercury x Jim Hutton w/ daughter!reader

Summary: You have a bake sale at school that you need help with. Your dad is a great help. Your papa…not so much.

Warnings: Fluff

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

 You came bounding inside, your hands filled with groceries. Your dad followed behind you, holding some groceries as well.

“Daddy, can we get started now?”

“After we put everything away, sweetheart.”

You helped him put the things that you didn’t need away and then looked to him.

“Now?”

Your dad chuckled. “Yes, now we can. Grab the big bowl from the cupboard next to the sink and we’ll get started.”

You did as you were and came back to your dad.

“Alright, so we need two eggs, two cups of sugar, and…”

You lost what your said when the front door opened.

“Hello, my lovies!”

Your dad seemed confused but you ran to see your papa bending down to pet one of the cats.

“Papa!” You ran to him.

He pulled you into a hug and kissed your hair. “Hello, darling.”

“What are you doing home?”

“Oh, your Uncle John had to go home to see Aunt Veronica, so we all decided to come home.”

You frowned at him. “Is Aunt Veronica okay?”

Your papa tucked some of your hair behind your ear and gave you a smile. “Yes, she’s fine. Just feeling a bit sick before she has the baby.”

You nodded, accepting his answer.

“Y/N! Are we going to help?”

“Coming!” You took Papa’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

“Daddy! Can Papa help?”

Your dad looked at him and gave him a knowing smile. “I don’t know, love. He might not…”

“I can help!” Your papa spoke up.

Your dad raised an eyebrow at your papa. “Alright. Could you grab the vanilla extract?”

Your papa’s eyes widened and he looked to you.

You giggled and motioned for him to bend down so you could whisper to him.

“It’s in the brown bottle up there,” you pointed to where you knew the vanilla was.

He went and took some a few extra moments to find it and then held it out to your dad, triumphantly.

“Alright, but these are for Y/N’s bake sale at school so they can donate money to The Toy Project for children.”

Your papa put one hand on his chest. “You say that as if I’ll mess them up somehow.”

Your dad didn’t say anything, but grabbed the measuring cups from the drawer.

“I think you can do it, Papa,” you told him.

“Thank you, lovie. I knew I could count on you.”

The three of you then got to work. Well, your dad and you got to work. Your papa tried.

“Jim, darling, what does ‘TSP’ mean?” “Y/N, what does ‘beat the eggs’ mean? That seems a bit rude.”

You and your dad met eyes a few times and traded secret smiles.

After the cookies were in the oven, you got the frosting ready.

“Decorating. Much more my speed,” your papa actually looked excited for that part.

The three of you waited for cookies and your papa told you all about his day at the studio with your uncles. It always liked hearing those stories. They usually seemed to have fun.

Finally, the oven went off and your dad got them out of the oven.

“Okay, we have to wait a few minutes before we try to put frosting on them.”

“Because?” Your papa asked.

“Because, Papa, if we put it on the warm cookies, it’ll melt.”

“Ah,” your papa nodded and then looked at you. “See, what would I do without you and your smarts?”

You grinned and listened while your papa and dad were talking about the holidays coming up and what you would be doing so that you could see your grandparents.

“Alright, I think they’re ready now,” your dad brought them over. “Now, you two be careful and don’t make too much of a mess. I’m going to run out and pick us up some dinner.”

“Of course not, dear, we’ll be fine.”

Your dad gave you a kiss on the top of your head and your papa a kiss on the cheek before he left.

“Alright, lovie, let’s get started.”

You grabbed the red frosting, starting to make a Father Christmas on the cookie, but all you ended up doing was making a red mess. You stared at it, frustrated. You looked over at your papa and he was making a tree on the cookie. It looked like a tree. You looked back at your cookie and slammed the red frosting down.

“Hey now,” he looked over at you. “What was that about?”

“I can’t do this!”

“Oh, yes you can. Come on, I’ll help you.”

You sighed, but picked the frosting back up.

“Now, what ware you trying to do?”

“Make a Father Christmas.”

“Alright, well, let’s start with his hat.”

Your papa walked you through it, making it actually look like Father Christmas’ hat and face.

“See? You just needed a bit of help. And there’s nothing wrong with that, you just have to ask.”

“Thank you, Papa. Can you help me decorate some for Hanukkah? Miss Bacall told us all about it! She said that they light candles for eight nights and instead of red and green they use blue and white.”

“Of course I can, my love. Hand me the blue frosting.”

The two of you were almost done when your dad walked in the door.

“I’m back with supper!”

“Jim, dear! Come look at the cookies!”

Your dad walked in, his hands filled with takeaway. He looked at the fully decorated cookies.

“They look beautiful. You did an amazing job.”

“Does this mean I can help in the kitchen more?”

You looked at your dad and the two of you seemed to have a silent conversation.

“I don’t think so, Papa.”

[queenpromptmeme]

Prompt: a jimercury fic (or any other pairing, this is just the initial idea) set in the '20s, Gatsby-style. Freddie is a lavish young man who throws lavish parties, Jim ends up on one of those and so the pining starts.

[annakin-gaywalker]

I think I'm gonna cry

[izzy-b-hands]

Father To Son

So, the topic of Freddie and Jim and how they might handle raising a teen came up in the DL server today, and after a bit of prompting from the folks there, I came up with this! It’s just a little snapshot, though it does give I think a good view of the parental relationship. And who knows, if folks like this maybe I’ll keep this AU going and write a follow up!

Set in about 1988, in an AU where everyone is healthy and fine (because that’s what makes me happy and what I’m going with here, dang it. Everyone is going to live and thrive and that’s just how it is. I can’t bring anyone back or change what happened irl, but the land of fic gives me some other options while letting me respect what actually happened.) 

A note that this does operate with the idea that the government would have made a special (and because bullshit homophobic politics) secret allowance for Freddie and Jim to foster/eventually adopt a kid (I don’t talk about it in the fic here, but the HC that goes w/that is that as much as Freddie hates it, his being famous is a big part of what gets them to say yes to them re: fostering.) 

“Tell me why we decided to do this again?” Freddie asked, wincing at the slam of the door upstairs. 

“Because we wanted to have a slightly bigger family than us, and the cats, and everyone that lives here with us,” Jim replied. “And we wanted to provide a safe, happy home for a child in need.” 

There was a crash from upstairs, and they both winced. 

“That was probably something expensive,” Phoebe sighed as he walked through the sitting room. “Let me go up and see if he’ll let me in to clean up.” 

“No, let him be, if he wants to be that way,” Freddie said. “He can clean it up himself later.” 

“But will he, or will he pout and refuse to do it?” Phoebe asked with a raised brow. 

“I’ll talk to him later; he’ll be the one to clean up,” Jim said definitively. “He needs some time to cool down.” 

A loud, voice-cracking-right-in-the-middle-of-it shriek came next. 

“Dare I ask what set this off?” Phoebe mused. 

“We told him he can’t have that little girlfriend of his over with his door shut, that’s all,” Freddie scoffed. “As if my parents would have let me have anyone over and let me even go near my room alone with them. Would yours have let you do that?” 

Phoebe shrugged. “Might have depended on the person.” 

“Mine might have,” Jim said. “But they’d also put the fear of God into me that I wasn’t to get anyone pregnant.” 

“Not really something they needed to worry about,” Freddie smirked. 

“No, not really,” Jim admitted. “But he doesn’t know all that, and doesn’t see it that way. Put yourself in his shoes, when you were fifteen, would you be thinking of it like we are?” 

They paused. 

“No,” Freddie mumbled. “Would have tried and failed to throw a fit about it, probably, then sat there fuming after I got shut down.” 

“I’d like to think I’d react decently,” Phoebe said. “But I know that’s not true. It’s just how that age is, it’s a difficult time for anyone.” 

The sound of footsteps thundering back downstairs caught them all, and their heads whipped to the entryway. 

Oliver stood there, a suitcase in hand, tears streaming down his face. “I’m going to live with her. You can’t stop us hanging out together then.” 

“Oh my god,” Freddie tsked. “You aren’t going to live with her.” 

“You can’t stop me!” 

“Fine, we can’t stop you,” Freddie said. “Which cat shall we give your room to, then?” 

Oliver, who had been reaching for his trainers, stopped moving, and turned back to him. “What?” 

“You’re insistent, you’re leaving,” Freddie continued. “Fine. But we can’t just leave your room empty. It’s still yours while you’re here though, so which cat do you want to have it?” 

Oliver let out a nervous giggle. “You’re joking.” 

“I’m as serious as you are about leaving,” Freddie said. 

“Y-you’ll miss me though.” 

“We would,” Jim interjected. “You’re our son, and we’d very much like you to not leave, I feel you should know. But then again, your father did throw me out the last time we argued-” 

“Yeah, but you came back though, and you both said it was silly, and he shouldn’t have done that and you shouldn’t have gone,” Oliver interrupted. He’d dropped his suitcase to the floor. 

Jim nodded. “And we certainly aren’t throwing you out now, because we wouldn’t ever do that to you.” 

“Might think about it, on the days you act like a little shit,” Freddie admitted. “But we never actually would, you’re supposed to be here! However, if you really mean to leave, and if this girl’s parents want you...” 

“Well,” Oliver mumbled. “They grounded her for coming here without telling them.” 

Phoebe motioned to them that he was leaving to check for any broken things in Oliver’s room, but raised a brow at Oliver’s statement. 

“And did her parents want to talk to us at all about that?” Jim asked. 

Oliver nodded. “They said they didn’t care if it was only one of you, cause they know it’s all a big secret thing that who my foster parents are doesn’t get out and what not, and I don’t even think they have any idea that it’s...you two. But they wanted to talk to you and I...” 

“This is why you were home late from school,” Freddie sighed. “Come, sit down. Talk.” 

“No, I’m going!” Oliver said, and picked his bag back up. “I said I was done here, and I meant it!” 

They shared a glance and bit back smiles. It wasn’t that they didn’t understand how serious it was to Oliver, but from the vantage point of an adult, it was almost adorable. 

“Okay,” Freddie said. “Tell us the rest before you go to her parents, who I’m guessing do not want you anywhere near their daughter.” 

“They didn’t say that exactly,” Oliver said. “Just...I told them that I’m almost an adult, so they could just talk to me, and they said no, they wanted one of my parents, and I said fuck that, and-” 

“Oliver!” Jim was aghast. “I know we didn’t raise you from a baby, but you can’t tell me you were taught to talk to someone’s parents like that; I don’t believe it.” 

“Well, no,” Oliver whined. “But you should have heard them! Talking about how I wasn’t a ‘good influence’ on her, and must want her to end up out of school raising my kids or something, on welfare programs-” 

He dropped his suitcase again and threw his hands up. “I don’t even like her like that; we’re friends! Why would I ever want to...do that with a girl? She’s my friend, that’s disgusting!” 

Another shared glance, this time holding a full discussion of ‘Is he...’ and ‘Does he not know that he’s...’ 

“Oliver,” Jim said slowly. “Just a question, and you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to, or aren’t comfortable-” 

“But who do you see yourself...doing that with, as you put it?” Freddie interjected. “I think I have an idea, but I don’t want to presume anything.” 

“I..I don’t know, I guess,” Oliver said, blushing. “I mean, I do know, and there is Sam at school, but he’s...he’s got a girlfriend, and he’s really lovely and I’m not and so it wouldn’t happen anyway and-” 

“This wasn’t ever about us asking you to close your door, was it?” Jim interrupted. “Or it was, only in the sense that you can’t understand why we would have asked you to at all, when Claire is only your friend.” 

Oliver nodded. “All we were doing was listening to music, and I’m not interested in her like that, and I never would be! I don’t...get that.” 

“I do ponder,” Freddie said. “How much of this comes from you growing up the last few years here.” 

“He’s been around straight people,” Jim said. “We’ve had Mary and her family over before, and John, Roger, and Brian and all of their families.” 

“I know, but-” Freddie started.

“Are you two trying to figure out if you made me gay?” Oliver interrupted. “I’ve known since I was like...I don’t know, even. I just never thought about girls like that. Boys, yeah. But not girls. It’s never been a thought in my mind.” 

“You can’t ‘make’ someone gay,” Freddie said. “And I think you know that already, but I only worried that you haven’t seen the full spectrum of relationships, and what they can be, that’s all I meant.” 

“I have,” Oliver said. “Seen that, I mean. I know how you and Dad love each other. I’ve seen your bandmates, and their families. Mary with her husband and Mack, when they’ve been over. You haven’t like...deprived me of anything. I just don’t know why you’d think I was like them. I mean, they told you why they placed me with you, right?” 

They shook their heads. 

“It wasn’t discussed much aside from that it was a lot of money, a lot of arguing with the government, and a lot of promising to keep it secret until you were grown that they’d let a gay couple foster a child,” Freddie said. “What did they tell you about it?” 

“I asked for parents who would accept me,” Oliver said. “And they always told me ‘we can’t promise anything, just be happy a family wants you’, you know. But then they said there was a family that would be perfect for me because they were...like me. I figured you already knew all of that, and knew I was gay.” 

“It was not mentioned to us, or we would never have bothered you about having Claire over,” Jim said. “Now, we might have said something about the days Sam was over, had we known-” 

“I did think it was weird that you never made me leave the door open with him,” Oliver interrupted. “Even though it would never happen; he’s got stupid Laura-” 

“Don’t,” Freddie said sharply. “You won’t get anywhere holding onto hatred like that. There’s someone out there for you, just maybe not Sam.” 

Oliver opened his mouth to protest. 

“No, hear me out. I have spent literally my entire life thinking I wouldn’t be loved properly. Wouldn’t find anyone. Tried again, and again, and had no luck in finding someone that made me happy,” Freddie continued, and looked to Jim. “That I could make happy.” 

“But then your father and I found each other, and he fought me, so he won me,” Freddie said. “But I spent years upset and angry and horribly sad and bitter about it, in turns with the good moments where I thought, with each boyfriend, that maybe I’d found the right person. But those moments could have been even better, had I not been hanging on to all of the rest of that.” 

Oliver nodded. “I don’t really hate Laura. Just jealous.” 

“And that’s okay,” Jim said. “It’s normal to feel something like that. But you can’t take it out on either of them; you’re responsible for your feelings. You know that.” 

He nodded again. “Claire’s parents really are still mad at me. I don’t think I can go over there until you guys talk to them. Can I stay here?” 

Freddie stood and walked over to wrap him in a hug. “What a stupid question. Of course you’re staying here; we weren’t going to let you leave!” 

“I thought you said there were no stupid questions?” Oliver asked, his voice muffled with his face pressed against Freddie. 

“There are when it comes to something like that,” Freddie said, letting him go. “This is your home! You’re always welcome here, even after you get old and go away from us and only visit at the holidays.” 

“I’ll visit more often than that,” Oliver said with a small smile. 

“And that’s lovely, but if you’re too busy living your life and being happy, then we’ll be chuffed just to see you at Christmas,” Freddie said. “The most important thing is that you’re happy, and that you know you can always come back home. The cats may unofficially take over your room while you’re away, but we won’t actually give it to them.” 

“I can share with them,” Oliver laughed. 

“Isn’t that basically what we all do already?” Jim asked as he joined them, and quickly grabbed Oliver’s suitcase from the floor. “We live here, but really only because they allow us...” 

Oliver nodded, then winced. “I sort of broke a vase. In my room. I’m sorry about that, but I should go help Phoebe clean it. I know that’s what he went to go do, but it’s my mess.” 

He took his suitcase from Jim, and trotted back upstairs to his room, calling for Phoebe as he went. 

They both let out a sigh once he was out of earshot. 

“Can you believe I asked them if we could have more than one, at one point?” Freddie asked. “What was I thinking, the stress from just one is enough, oh my word-” 

“I know,” Jim interrupted, a hand at Freddie’s hip, pulling him close. “But I think we’re doing okay. We didn’t even have to prompt him to go help clean up, you know? And he wasn’t like that when he first got here.” 

Freddie nodded. “That’s true. A wonder what three years can do for a kid, apparently. Just never thought I’d be someone who would be the parent to do that!” 

“Well, you are,” Jim said, and kissed him on the cheek. “I should probably find the number for Claire’s parents, and call and apologize for what happened.” 

“You know I’d do it if they wouldn’t recognize my voice,” Freddie sighed. 

“I know,” Jim said. “Don’t worry about it; I don’t mind. Because you’re going to go give him...the talk, aren’t you?” 

“I mean it isn’t like they noted on the forms if he’d already had that talk,” Freddie said. “And now that we know he’s gay, that’s a talk we’re actually equipped and responsible to give him; can you imagine if he’d had straight parents trying to go over safe sex and relationships with him? He might try packing his things again, but may as well do it now, since the topic more or less came up...” 

“I don’t think he’ll do that,” Jim said. “All the same, good luck, and I’ll be up to help you as soon as I’m off the phone.” 

Freddie winced. “Good luck to you on that. Please let them know my apologies as well, and that we’re not going to let him talk to his friend’s parents like that again. Hopefully they won’t hold a grudge about it; I’d hate to think he couldn’t see Claire at all again over this.” 

They exchanged resolute nods, and headed in opposite directions: Freddie, upstairs to Oliver’s room, and Jim to the phone in the hall. 

And for the rest of the night, Garden Lodge fell happily, wonderfully, silent. 

[eileen-crys]

Down in the Dungeons

Ch.27: “very very frightening me”

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22573960/chapters/142021417 (Words: almost 5k)  WARNINGS: Angst and hurt/comfort

Life goes on in the City of Fireflies, and some of our beloved characters are going to take important steps towards their future.

Uhm, hey. Hi. I'm kinda glad I gave the last chapter some sort of closure, because it's been more than a year since I posted it. I am genuinely sorry I put this story on hiatus, it became quite difficult to write for me and the fandom getting smaller, the feedback getting fewer, etc. made it harder to write. 😔 But I slowly kept adding scenes and having ideas to continue this story, and to be honest I'd love to keep writing it, even if it means posting one chapter a year. These characters' stories ain't finished yet! 💕💕💕 This is quite long, basically two/three chapters at once, so I hope you'll enjoy it even if my writing is very rusty!

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[muraae]

Jim: It’s dark in here, can you get the flashlight?

Freddie: You’re the only light in my life, Jim.

Jim: Fred I can’t f*cking see.

[bitchysoulwasteland]

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Never did you think that it would come to this. Lights flashed around you as Steve attempted to make a controlled decent to the ground. For the second time in his life, he was failing miserably.

'Why does no on ever let me pilot?! I was in the bloody RAF.' you thought before darkness took your vision at the impact.

You blinked a few times before your eyes adjusted to the light.

"You alright?!" you herd a British accent (belonging to your uncle, Brian May) shout as Bucky helped you up.

"Yes, thank you, sir." Steve said in his 'Captain America' voice.

"We would all be if a certain someone could fly a damn plane without crashing." you said bluntly as the person's eyes widened at your voice, a small child appearing from behind him.

"Auntie Y/n?!" the small child shrieked as you bent down to envelop her in a hug.

"How you doin' love?" You said as you pulled back to look at her.

"Granddad Freddie's been teaching me piano!"

"Which songs?" you asked as you picked her up and all followed your uncle to the huge farmhouse, Rockdale Farm.

"Bohemian Rhapsody. I'm not very, good though." you gently lifted her chin with your finger.

"I'm sure that you're absolutely amazing, my little rockstar." you smiled as she giggled at the nickname.

"Who's that man?" she questioned as she pointed at Bucky.

"That's Bucky." she quickly wriggled out of your grip to go and walk beside him, leaving you walking alone, whilst taking in the view.

Soon enough, you were at the farmhouse.

"Y/n?!" you herd various women shout as you walked in through the door. Before you stood your mother, your second father, Jim Hutton, your aunt Anita, your aunt Sarina, Tiger Lily, Lola, Rufus, Felix and Rory.

Before you could say anything, you were attacked in a five way hug from the Queen members.

You introduced everyone to the Avengers and vice versa before your mother suggested a barbeque. Everyone changed into more appropriate clothes before doing so.

Within this time, you managed to slip back into the house. Closing the door softly behind you, you made your way to the recording studio, where your father's white grand piano sat.

You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips as you sat on the stool, placing your hands on the aged ivory keys.

After a few moments, you began Bohemian Rhapsody, the first song that your father had taught you when you were young.

You herd the door creak as Bucky walked in, leaning against the piano as he watched you play. He began to sing with you.

As you were so focused on each other, you failed to notice that the Queen members and the Avengers had congregate in the sound booth.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Fred?" Deacy asked as your father pressed the record button.

"Trust me, darling, it will be." he spoke as Bucky picked up an electic guitar to play.

"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Ooh, baby, can't do this to me baby,

Just gotta get out, I just gotta get right out of here.."

Bucky played the solo as you watched him in awe. The times you had been teaching him, he had never played this well.

The song came to an end as you -rather flamboyantly- hit the gong.

Immediately, you whipped around when you herd clapping, your face turning red.

"How much of that did you guys see?" you spoke into the mic.

"Enough to have blackmail material, darling."

"C'mon dad, seriously?"

"Possibly, possibly not. But, really, you, my darlings should duet more often. I'm sure plenty of people would pay to see Y/n Mercury and Bucky Barnes, live in Madison Square Garden."

"Dad, we've discussed this, my performing days have ended." you said as everyone sat back outside.

"Well, darling, you say that, but, I, on the other hand know differently."

"Oh bloody hell." you muttered. Before mouthing 'help me' to Roger, who simply shrugged in return.

"Your father's got a point, lovie." your godfather answered.

"I thought you were meant to be on my side?" He didn't answer. "Fine. 'I'm in love with my car' is nowhere near as good as Bo-Rhap." you folded your arms as you smirked, mock hurt on the drummer's face.

"That's not even funny."

"That's why you should've sided with me." you stated smugly.

"You have got a really nice voice." Nat stated as everyone agreed, everyone's words mingling with each other as memories of being onstage flooded your mind. The cameras flashing everywhere, lighters being waved the roar of the crowd. It got too much and began to consume your senses.

You stood up quickly, nearly knocking over your drink in the process. "I'm not bloody well performing again, not after last time, so just bloody leave it alone" you snapped before running inside the house and to your room.

Bucky went to move, but Brian put his hand up to stop him. "I'll go." the guitarist said before walking inside.

You slammed the door before moving to sit on your bed, your hand gripping the bedframe, grounding you. Shakily, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of your bedside table. You managed to get it lit before taking a drag, throwing the closed lighter onto your bed, with the rest of the cigarettes. You lent your knees on you elbows as you hung your head.

The last time you were onstage, you had failed catastrophically. You were meant to play the closing song, 'We Are The Champions' on the guitar, but when it came to the guitar solo with Brian, you got majority of the notes wrong. No one particularly noticed, as Brian was playing louder than you were, but you still felt the shame.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see the Queen guitarist closing the door. "Are you alright, Y/n?"

"No." you responded, taking another drag as he sat on your bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't want to go onstage again, cos I'll end up letting you all down, like I did last time with 'We Are The Champions'."

"Y/n, you didn't let anyone down. As far as we were all concerned, you played fantastically. I can't tell you the amount of times I've messed up in the middle of a concert."

"But, you're the best guitarist in the world. How's that even possible?" he smiled at this.

"I wouldn't say best in the world, but..." he said, his ego boosted "Everyone gets nervous before a show. It just means that you care about what you're going to do."

"Yeah, I know, I just don't want to screw up." you said as you stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"You just have to do your best." He spoke, walking to the door.

"Thank you." you said, notably feeling better. Your uncle could see this too.

"We had better get back down there. When I left, your father was trying to get that lad of yours to teach him to use a knife."

"That won't end well."

You walked out of the room with a smile. Maybe you would perform again after all.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Valentine's Day Weekend(ish) 2024

Rachel Bolan

Guns N'Roses

Motley Crue

Wlw edition: Victoria de Angelis, Lzzy Hale and Sharise x Bobbi

Freddie Mercury x Jim Hutton

[mezzomercury]

Bohemian Rhapsody in Blue: Chapter Eight- Good Company

A/N: Here it is, after working on it on and off for almost for six(!!!) months. Apologies for the delay and I hope my readers are just as excited about reading this as I am about posting it. FYI, this is a picture that was in Eliza’s nursery.

Warnings: Mentions of food, vomit (that’s about it I think)

Word Count: 2.7k

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January 22, 1986

The Garden Lodge

London, United Kingdom

Circa 3:00pm

It had only been two days since Freddie and Jim brought their daughter Eliza home to the Garden Lodge, but it was evident that they had more than their hands full with being new fathers. Although Nadia was staying with them for the next couple weeks, she could only do so much to help them, as her doctor put her on strict bed rest for the time being. Sleep deprived and with barely any time for themselves, Freddie and Jim still couldn’t be happier with this new chapter in their lives. 

Now, it was time for little Eliza to meet her uncles. Brian, Roger, and Deaky had eagerly awaited this day for nine months, and were beyond ecstatic upon hearing the news that their friend and lead singer along with his husband had welcomed a beautiful and healthy baby girl. Since they were all parents themselves, Freddie had already been seeking their advice almost constantly. They would normally be bothered or annoyed by his incessant  badgering, but they all remembered what it was like having their first baby and how the first couple of months were rather difficult and nerve-wracking to say the least. Brian, Roger, and Deaky had never expected Freddie to become a family man, but Jim brought about a change in him that they never thought was possible, and now the addition of a child settled him down even more. For once, they weren’t worried about their friend’s well-being, as he was now positively in love, and, as Freddie himself stated, “no fucker in the world is going to change that.”

The three visiting members of Queen piled into Roger’s car, along with a mountain of gifts for both Eliza and her mother. Freddie and Jim had planned a small get together for them at the Garden Lodge. Afternoon tea would be served, in addition to champagne and cigars wrapped in pink ribbons, all graciously prepared by Phoebe and Joe. It would be a rather small affair, but it had no probability of being dull, as long as the four members of Queen were together in an event hosted by their lead singer. 

As Brian, Roger, and Deaky parked at the Garden Lodge and rang the bell at the front door, they were greeted by Phoebe, who assisted them in hauling gifts inside. Upon walking into the drawing room, the first thing they saw was Freddie, dressed in an old, yellow sleeveless jersey that was covered in spit-up, and white running pants that they had never seen him dawn before. In addition, he was carrying little Eliza in a sling strapped to his chest as he was bottle feeding and talking to her in a very cutesy voice, all while rocking her and pacing around slowly. Of course, his bandmates found it adorable, and even a gasp of awe couldn’t help but escape Deaky’s mouth, but it was strange to see Freddie already taking fatherhood so seriously. 

“Hey, Mary Poppins! We finally made it!” Roger quipped in order to get the new father’s attention.

Freddie promptly halted his baby talk and turned his head to see his three bandmates standing right in front of him, which made a huge toothy smile spread across his face, though it was met with a hint of blush in his cheeks.

“Oh bugger, I was hoping you didn’t hear any of that. Did you?” he asked, waiting to hear the response he was fearing.

“We did, unfortunately.” Brian answered him, to which Freddie sighed, but had a feeling that he would be saved from any further embarrassment as he watched his husband Jim waltz into the room, greeting everyone with a hug.

“Welcome, lads! We’re glad you all could make it.” Jim addressed the three guests, “Did you all remember to wash your hands?” stating his concern of spreading any germs to his newborn daughter. 

He earned three nods in response and he couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

“Say, where’s the woman of the hour?” Deaky asked, referring to Nadia, “She’s the one who we should be celebrating here. She did all the hard work while you two just watched.” This earned a playful scoff from Freddie.

“She’ll be here shortly. She’s resting in her room at the moment.” Jim responded, earning a nod of understanding from the bassist.

Once Phoebe brought in several teapots, cups, as well as an assortment of sandwiches and cakes, everyone sat down and tried to make themselves comfortable. Freddie, who was still holding Eliza in the sling, showed no signs of giving her up easily. 

“Alright, Fred, let’s see our new niece. She was nearly born in my car, after all, so I should be the first to hold her, shouldn’t I?” Roger stated, eagerly awaiting to meet baby Eliza. 

Much to his dismay, Freddie was extremely reluctant to pass the baby to anyone, so Jim had to silently coax his husband in to passing her to him, to which he then carefully deposited her into Roger’s awaiting arms. Everyone gasped in amazement as they finally got a glimpse of Eliza’s tiny face. 

“Goodness, she’s absolutely beautiful. Well done, you two.” Brian remarked, silently adoring her tiny, delicate features. 

“Yeah, you didn’t do too bad. She’s quite an adorable little potato, isn’t she?” Roger gushed as he adjusted his hold on the baby. 

Seemingly discontent from being mildly jostled, Eliza began to fuss in Roger’s arms, to which her uncle cooed and shifted her so that her head was on his shoulder.

“There there, dear. It’s alright. It’s just your Uncle Rog. No need to fuss, dear.”

As he slowly pat the baby’s back he noticed her fussing subdued once he felt her hiccup, but he was unpleasantly surprised when this was followed by her vomiting on his shoulder. Everyone in the room couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, especially Freddie, who burst into a fit of laughter as he nearly collapsed into Jim’s lap from hysterics. When he collected himself a bit after a minute or so, he noticed Roger’s unamused expression and chortled, 

“That’s my girl. Very good.”

As Roger noticed the vomit that was running down his back and destroying his shirt, he began to panic while simultaneously regretting that he chose to wear one of his favorite shirts for this occasion. Luckily, Deaky came to his rescue and suggested to him,

“How about you pass her along so you can go ahead and clean off? Your time’s up to hold her anyways.”

Roger obliged and quickly handed Eliza to Deaky, who took her into his arms like the professional father that he was. As the baby was still fussing a bit, she calmed down and fell asleep as soon as her godfather held her. 

“That’s a bit better, dear. I don’t blame you for doing that to Roger.” Deaky whispered to her, causing everyone to chuckle.

“You’re quite the baby whisperer there, aren’t you, John?” Jim mused.

“He’d ought to be, darling. He’s had four of them.” Freddie retorted, “You’re not planning on having any more, are you, Deaks?” 

Deaky shrugged as he rocked Eliza in his arms, to which everyone groaned jokingly. 

“You and Veronica are breeding like rabbits at this rate.” Roger teased, “But I don’t blame you, honestly. You do make very cute little hobbit children.”

“I think the amount we have is fine for now, but who knows, this little one might change our minds, especially when the missus meets her.” Deaky remarked, gently cradling Eliza.

“I’m sure Freddie and Jim will let you borrow her whenever you want,” Brian responded, still unable to believe how the Deacons managed to raise that many children and make it look as simple as could be, “But in any case, I’d like to see my niece now, Deaky, if you don’t mind.” He tried to be as polite as possible without sounding too impatient.

Eliza, who wasn’t too thrilled to be passed around like a hot potato, began to fuss again, causing Deaky to smirk as he decided to let Brian deal with it. 

“I know, you don’t like being tossed about like this, do you, dear?” Brian startled cradling the baby who seemed to be quite overwhelmed with everything going on, “Stick with me for a bit and it’ll all be fine.”

As tea was being served, Brian continued to hold Eliza and walk around the room with her, insisting that he wasn’t really hungry anyway. The others in the room engaged in mild, business-related conversation, all while Brian was softly singing ‘39 to his niece. Brian’s soothing voice seemed to have a positive effect on the infant, as she sighed contently while studying his face, trying as hard as she could to commit it to her memory. As he was singing the famous refrain of his song, all eyes were on him when he interrupted himself with an unexpected yelp as he felt a strong tug at a strand of his curly mane. Trying not to react too harshly, he looked down to see little Eliza holding onto his hair for dear life, making tiny cooing noises while doing so. The sight of it all would have made him soft, except her surprisingly strong grip prevented him from adoring it too much.

“She’s not going to let go anytime soon, I can tell you that.” Freddie interjected while he and the rest of the boys were laughing at the scene before them. 

“It’s quite alright. I should be used to this by now, anyways.” Brian replied, trying to get Eliza’s grip off of his lock of hair, but to no avail.

Jim promptly rose from his chair to provide some assistance, gently coaxing his daughter’s chubby hand to free her uncle from her grasp by getting her to latch onto his own finger, then moving her hand to grip onto Brian’s shirt. 

“That’s better now, love.” Jim whispered to the infant as he bent to her level to kiss her pudgy cheek. 

Now with his hair free from her chubby but surprisingly strong grasp, Brian resumed walking around the room with Eliza, stopping at the pile of gifts and quietly showing and explaining her new toys. Overhearing this soft, one-sided conversation, Freddie turned around and asked the guitarist,

“Bri, you’re not trying to brainwash her with astrophysics yet, are you?”

“Not quite, Fred. You see, newborns just like to be stimulated both aurally and visually. It helps with their development.” 

Freddie playfully rolled his eyes and let Brian continue “stimulating” his daughter, but before he could one-up his friend, Nadia quietly appeared into the drawing room and was immediately showered with attention and friendly affection from everyone occupying the space. As Freddie caught her out of the corner of his eye, he nearly dropped his cup of tea in a panic,

“Nadia, darling, what did the doctor tell you about standing up for too long? Please come sit at once!”

As he whisked away the poor woman and helped her sit on the sofa next to Jim, he was met with light chuckles and playful eye rolls from his friends. Before anyone could make a joke about Freddie’s new mother hen behavior, Deaky chimed in as he got up and presented his children’s former nanny with a bouquet of flowers accompanied by four handmade cards which were obviously done by the younger members of his family,

“Freddie and Jim told us about your new ‘updated’ agreement and we couldn’t be happier that you’re here to stay.”

“Thanks Deaky. I’m so glad to be here. It’s safe to say that I’ve grown attached to all of you.” 

”You’re an incredibly strong woman for putting up with these two for the past nine months” Roger joked, referring to Freddie and Jim, “Are you sure you want to keep dealing with them? They’re quite the handful.” Freddie playfully smacked him, as was common for him to. Rubbing his head, the blonde drummer followed up. 

”Actually, it’s better if you stay. I don’t want Freddie corrupting that poor girl too much. God knows what would happen without you.” Another smack, this time a little bit harder, or so the victim claimed. 

”Rog, you’re almost asking to be puked on again at this point.” Freddie smirked, acting as if he had done nothing wrong.

Somehow, in the middle of all of the riveting conversation, baby Eliza, who had been carefully placed in her bassinet a few minutes ago by Brian, started to cry, almost as if she noticed everyone’s attention was on her mother and not her. Deaky, being the first to notice, made an effort to point it out as much as he could over the infant’s high-pitched near shrieking.

“Someone is quite the attention seeker already. I wonder who she could’ve gotten that from.” 

Almost comically, everyone turned their gaze to Freddie, who merely scoffed and waved it off. 

Nadia, who knew immediately the reason for her daughter’s fussiness, picked her up and walked into the other room to nurse her in private. Once she left, the living room became incredibly silent, before Roger tried his best at whisper,

“So, have you two shown her the house yet?”

This question was met with both Freddie and Jim violently shushing him, but Brian and Deaky were quick to inquire about this to their hosts. Jim made sure again that the coast was clear and that Nadia wasn’t in earshot before replying,

”Oh, did Freddie not tell all of you?”

The two clueless guests shook their heads, still utterly puzzled.

“We bought Nadia a house a few blocks away from here. We figured she’d want to live closer now that she’s a part of the family, and also as sort of a thank you gift. It was all Freddie’s idea really, as you could imagine.”

Everyone cooed in awe, but still trying to keep quiet so Nadia wouldn’t hear. Freddie was quick to answer Roger’s underlying question,

“No, we haven’t, but we’ll take her there once she’s fully recovered. I’m honestly quite surprised that she hasn’t figured it out yet.”

”Well, you know, she’s been pretty busy lately, you know, creating a new life and all.” Brian quipped as he took a generous sip of his tea.

“I wish I could see the look on her face when she sees it. Knowing you two she’ll probably love it.” Deaky muttered before quickly trying to signal everyone else that Nadia is heading back into the room.

Everyone became suspiciously quiet once again, but now they were met with Nadia raising her brow, trying to find the reason for it, all while burping Eliza over her shoulder.

“”What were you boys talking about? The room is never usually this quiet when you all are here.”

Freddie was quick to respond, even though he didn’t have a carefully thought out alibi.

“Oh, um...nothing darling. Just about………..how we’re going to try to finish the record now with the baby here and all.” 

This caused Nadia’s curiosity to peak, but before she could say anything, Jim was quick to have her sit down again, taking Eliza from her and rocking her gently.

”Do you like your uncles, dear? They certainly are an odd bunch, but they love you all so much.”

Jim took a moment to reflect once he referred to all the men in the room as his daughter’s “uncles.” It went without mentioning that none of them were at all true blood relatives, but the bond as a nontraditional, chosen family was even stronger that he and his husband had with their actual family members. Little Eliza would grow up to have at least three surrogate uncles always by her side, and that was enough to provide relief to either of her parents. This wild and crazy group would prove to be the biggest support system she would have in the years to come, and for that Freddie and Jim were forever thankful. 

As Jim was suddenly pulled away from his thoughts by his approaching him and kissing him gently on the cheek, then bending down to do the same for their daughter, the Irishman sighed in pure content.

After all these years, after all this time, I am finally where I was meant to be.

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