#He's built like a fuckin sculpture help

[joshhutchersonseggsalad]

Daddy

[applesontheground]

what mama left us 🕯️

saw sinclair sister talk on the dash again and it made me dig up this little draft i’ve been picking at and finish off. hope you guys like angst. 🥲

SFW | Word Count: 2,108 | The Sinclair Brothers & Sister!Reader

contains: canon typical/mentions of murder, mentions of abuse, controlling/manipulative behavior

🎼: x, x

It was maybe four months since reuniting with your hometown, and the biological siblings that had been left right where your parents said they'd be, that the first fight broke to the surface.

They had been fucking killing people like it was nothing, doing it for a reason unbeknownst to you or to anyone besides them. For the sanctity of the wax museum? No, far beyond that. It couldn’t be just for that.

What lied under the uncanny sculptures had been a secret between them all, and you didn’t know how long it had been intended to be kept that way. The fact that your brothers had tried to play it off and lied to you had just made the truth an even harder punch in the gut.

You never considered yourself easy to aggravate, but the boys could be – specifically the oldest of the clan, Bo and Vincent. Despite being twins, the rage that they held were two different strains of the same trouble. Built from the same struggles.

While Vincent was more patient in the face of disagreement, fit to listen before he reacted, Bo was an entirely different battle.

“Think she was doin’ this for nothin’!?”

His boot slammed against the back door, causing a clatter on top of the absolute tantrum that you were in the midst of. You couldn’t help responding like this, especially after you had tried to run from him after seeing blood on his shoes, fanning each others’ flame with every tug of clothing and gritting teeth telling you to stop pitching a fucking fit. He hauled you into the house, through the kitchen and into the living room, hoisting you completely off the ground with his arms barring you to his chest when you became too difficult to drag.

He threw you down when he had you where he wanted, watching the front door that was to your back as you immediately scrambled to the other side of the room. You circled around when he tried to approach again, and before he could let another sharp set of words flick off of him, you bit back with the same volume and ferocity, “I never said that! I said that I don’t…I don’t know how I’m gonna handle this shit, man!” Your arm flew to the window, “These were real fucking people, Bo. Why’d they have to die?”

You looked around the living room of the family home, the home you had let become yours in the short time you had spent in it. It was as though the place was falling apart around you. It was on fire in your mind, and the furniture was wax that melted to the touch of the flame.

Bo tried to reign in, sucking in a breath through bared teeth, “If we let them go, they’ll tell everyone-“

You gasped mockingly, “What!? That we’re murde-“ He refused to let the word leave your mouth, almost turning it into a competition of who could interrupt the other quicker, “Mom’s work wasn’t murder!”

You shook your head at him slowly, and demanded, “What is it, then?” Eyes shot towards the window, where the town lay waiting, “An art project that requires fucking blood to keep afloat?”

Bo wagged his finger at you and warned, “Don’t you dare disturb what she’s done, [Y/N]. I don’t give a fuckin’ damn if you’re our sister, you show some respect for her vision. It’s the least you could do.”

Your voice fell down to a furiously cold and quiet rumble, holding back the contempt that you felt for those words, “Oh, the least I could do?” You echoed, spitting between your words, “Why the fuck should I? So you guys can keep pretending I’m part of this fucking hokey-poke show you’re putting on? I’m not the second coming of Trudy, no matter how much you wish she was still h-”

Overcome with the wrath that he had shown the last set of visitors you had welcomed in, Bo moved towards you and rose his trembling hand. The words were slurred from how clenched he kept his jaw, but it was something akin to ‘How dare you.’ After that, it all began to unfold in slow motion. Lester and Vincent had both followed from where they had been when they heard wind of you two screaming to the heavens, holding out in the hallway and the kitchen in a last-ditch attempt to keep their distance because they knew that their brother was a live wire. And you? You had never screamed at any of them like you were ripping into him now.

They both now acted from seeing the way he stood over you. Lester choked something out, but it fell on deaf ears. Bo stopped, eyes registering your flinch, and then the way you stood straight despite it. You were afraid of being hurt, sure, but you weren’t afraid of him. That made him immediately release his brow. Both of your faces caught fire, your teeth slowly starting to peek from under your lips as it all became solid intention in your mind. You only stared in defiance, refusing to break eye contact as everything started to shake: your vision, your body, and your sanity itself.

He quickly took the motion back, his hand falling to try and touch you at a lower level instead. “[Y/N], I didn’t mean...Listen, just ta-“ He began, but as you rolled your shoulder away from his reach, you felt your brain drop every ounce of sympathy that you had tried to cling to. In turn, your self-control slipped and shattered at your feet.

Before your brain processed what came next, your hands were driving into his chest. “You fucking asshole!” You roared, shoving him back, “You were gonna fucking hit me, huh? You were gonna fucking hit me, you fucking-”

He stumbled back, but before anything else could happen the other half of the family were on the both of you. It wasn’t hard to keep you pinned to Lester’s chest as he tried to soothe in your ear, but you just kept screaming at Bo. Hysteria was blanketed over your normal disposition, and your brother was also struggling within Vincent’s hold – more so for the sake of not being restrained then any urge to lay his hands on you. Deep down, you wanted to believe he never would, but after the day you had you weren’t sure what to believe any more. You had woken up this morning thinking the Sinclairs were just a family with a slightly muddled past and a wax museum that held up over the years.

It was held up by the fucking dead.

You suddenly turned your head, looking Lester in the eye. He became rigid, and you seethed, “You fucking knew too, huh?” The sigh that left his chest was so profound that you felt yourself compress against his ribcage along with him, but then you turned back towards the twins. Vincent was not looking at you, trying to shake some sense into Bo but no longer holding him by the arms.

“What the fuck does blood have to do with this, right?” You snarled, feeling every set of eyes fall on you, “I came here because I wanted to know what you guys were like, my only fucking family that I had left, and you know what? I know now.” Your eyes had been glaring at each of them in intervals, but now they fixated on Bo as you spoke, “You’re a fucking monster.” Your heel dug into the coffee table, shoving it with a hefty drive of your heel in the direction of the man. You heaved another breath, and that exhaustion coupled with how Bo immediately flinched at your words did you in. Vincent and Lester even seemed to pause with their readjusting of the two of you.

The first tears fell from your eyes, and you sputtered with one final lunge, “I fucking hate you! I’m not fit for this mold that you bastards want me in so damn bad. I’m not her! I’m not Trudy, and I’m not even Victor. I’m…I’m…” You were overtaken by your own words and toppled to your knees, breaths careening into juvenile sobbing that racked your entire body and choked everyone into utter silence. Lester let go of your arms when you pulled this time, and you immediately shielded them over your face.

You were scared, scared before anything else you might be. Even before [Y/N]. Even before a Sinclair. You had known that was what it was ever since you registered there were bodies behind the glimmering wax faces and intricate outfits.

It hurt to say it all, knowing it had been a rash decision that snowballed into the display you had just put on, but you couldn’t take any of it back yet. They were your words, and you had to own them until there was some way to move forward from it. You let it all sit, carefully moving to pull your knees up and over your face, further absconding into yourself.

Maybe they’d kill you too, you thought, because they sure as shit weren’t going to let you walk out and drop everything like that. You knew too much to be a stranger now, but you also wouldn’t put it past them to do something drastic to make sure you never left. You had began clasping your head to try and ground yourself. Trying to find some sort of dignity to what just happened, or what would happen…

The hands brushing gently around your shoulders shocked you out of your head, and out of the pity puddle you had melted into. You expected Vincent to be the one to try it, or even Lester, picking up the pieces as they had with each other – and as you had with them. No matter how ugly the fighting had gotten, it was what siblings felt inclined to do, but you couldn’t fathom how they could right now.

To look up, bleary-eyed and forcing breaths through your chest, and to see Bo kneeling down to the floor made you flinch. Even after everything you had said, he was trying to pull himself as close as he could to you through the bent limbs and tense muscles. When you immediately barred your arm against his that tried to touch your face, he looked at you and weakly pleaded, “Don’t you go hatin’ me...”

You growled as you tried one last time to shake out of his hold, begging with a hoarse voice, “Stop-“ Your jerks slowed and softened as he effortlessly fought them, his stare demanding surrender while pulling his arms under yours to cradle your shoulders. Overwhelmed, you melted against his chest as he pulled you in, voice muddled from a deep-cut pain that dared show itself as his arms encircled you even tighter – just in case you tried to run again, “Stop, stop... ’m sorry, [Y/N]. Don’t know why the fuck I did that. Never fuckin’ hurt you. None of us would.”

“Promised her that. If you ever came back...” Lester spoke from behind you, a little awkward and fighting his own lump that was sitting in his throat. Bo’s hand began brushing your hair out of your face, petting you in an attempt to calm the vicious shaking that went through your body. He had you as close to his chest as he could get you and buried his face into your shoulder, a bit of an awkward bend. His furious breaths quickly fell away to repressed sobs that still wouldn’t let themselves breathe, even now as things were crashing down around the both of you. There was no anger left to hurl at each other now, and it was getting too late to attempt to fit any more of these revelations that you had together to make a cohesive understanding.

The pieces still wouldn’t fit neatly in the morning. Despite knowing that, you finally kept your forked tongue in your mouth and looked over his shoulder.

Vincent had come up from behind him, arms on his brother’s shoulders with a feather-light hold. Unsure what else to do, your fingers found themselves pulling at his shirt, crying into him as he began to restlessly rock you back and forth, more from the agony that he was feeling than a motion of comfort, like he was doing it to ease the scorn he felt for both himself and for you. He shuddered out the words between broken gasps for air, right into your ear.

“Can’t have you fuckin’ hate me. I can’t.”

[moronic-validity]

Slashers Ranked: Who Could I Fight

-Billy Lenz: 4/10. I would definitely lose. He seems like he'd be easy to lose hold of. Would definitely bite. It'd be fun until he chokes me to death.

-RZ Michael Myers: 0/10. Man is built like a brick shithouse, are you kidding me? I'd shove him, he'd flick me halfway across the globe.

-1978 Michael Myers: 6/10. I would lose, no bones about it, but God, it'd be a good fight. By good fight I mean it'd be a big and lethal game of tag. I would never face this man 1 v 1 intentionally (unless we were fuckin).

-Lester Sinclair: 0/10. Would not fight. He may as well be my brother.

- Bo Sinclair: 10/10. Would rock his shit. Then probably hook up with him. Duality of man.

- Vincent Sinclair: 4/10. I would never willingly fight him, but if I needed to, I'd rock his shit. I'd just like...rather not. He's v pretty.

-Jason Voorhees: -8/10. I'd never fight Jason and unlike with Lester, that just means I'd get my shit rocked and would die painfully. But hey, at least it's outside.

-Brahms Heelshire: 9/10. I'd rock his shit too. You think just cuz he's tall and handsome and British that I wouldn't?

-Thomas Hewitt: 0/10 I simply would not fight him. Sorry kids. That being said, I'd be perfectly content helping the family with anything they need, so hopefully that'd save my skin (literally)

- Pavi Largo: 7/10. I'd rock this pretty boy's shit then immediately be disemboweled by his brother or sister.

- Luigi Largo: 5/10. Have you ever seen two people with older sibling syndrome and anger issues get into a fight? Okay. Alright. Now give them each a knife. This is only a low ranked fight bc I have a big ass crush on Bill Moseley and would hate to hurt Luigi bc of it.

- Amber Sweet: -1/10. Most people would assume that fighting Amber looks like a bitch fight with scratching and hair pulling. Most people would be wrong, that's a fight with Pavi. Fighting with Amber looks like you shove her, she calls her body guards to fuck you up and they're rather good at their job. She doesn't have time to entertain petty little fights.

- Graverobber: 10/10. I'd totally get fucked up, but I'd love to get thrown around by him.

-Amanda Young: I'm gonna say 3/10 because she may throw me in a saw trap if I win or lose. Shit, the fight could be a saw trap.

- Leslie Vernon: 15/10. Please let me fight this fucker. Please. He seems similar to fighting Michael, but with slightly more humor to it and potentially less dying.

- Charlie Hewitt: 3/10. I'd shoot him and be done with it. Like no offense, but I kinda don't like him anyway... sorry

- Asa Emory: 4/10. Either I fuck up Asa to the point he can't hurt me, or I get thrown in a trunk and brought to the hotel. This sounds like a lose lose. Frankly speaking? I'd love to say I could take Asa in a fight, but in a true moment of knowing thyself, I will say that I would be a very pretty bug sculpture.

Bubba Sawyer: 0/10, would not fight. I just wouldn't. Not bc he's baby or whatever, I just like him too much. Also, he's fuckin stacked. He'd rock my shit in a heart beat.

Drayton Sawyer: Two scores. Old man Drayton? 5/10. I could rock his shit, but simply wouldn't. Young man Drayton? 12/10. I'd rock his shit then makeout with him while we're all bloody and bruised up. Why? idk. Give me one reason why not.

- Lawrence Oleander: 4/10. I'd win, but at what personal cost? I couldn't even kill him in game (I couldn't make myself do it). If I had to fight him? I'm fairly sure I'm faster and I'm fully willing to kick him in the shin and run. If he gets ahold of me? I may be fucked.

- Strade: 7/10. Two smartasses walk into a bar. One walks out, the other is being carried to an unmarked van by the first one. Yeah. Okay. So I'd totally die, that's first off. Second? I'd totally be internet famous by the end of it. I feel like Strade would use my correct pronouns as he's pulling my fingernails out for laughs.

[mimik-u]

“Bluebird” Thoughts:

Awhwhwh, I love the little detail of Lapis working on a sculpture... it’s just very sweet.

“I’m an actor.” KAOSKSSMS. Little Larimar is so good. I love her sm.

AQUAMARINE AND EYEBALL?! I MEAN, I KNEW THEY FUSED, BUT HOLY SHIT???? I think this is my first time seeing their fusion in canon. (Mostly, I think I’ve seen fanart!!)

Her voice is incredible.

Steven dipping grass in peanut butter and eating it is second only to him canonically eating raw flour at some point.

Awhwh, Greg brushing his hair.

I get why Steven is anxious about Bluebird. He has valid reasons considering the last times he saw either Aquamarine or Eyeball—the latter especially. (This episode’s vibe kinda feels like “Room for Ruby”!)

“Steven, you've literally invited all problematic Gems from across the universe to come here and learn a better way of living.” OWOWODDODJDKDJJS.

You know, now that I think about it, this episode might be the inverse of “Room for Ruby” insomuch as Steven has now taken Lapis’s role. Lapis’s skepticism of Navy (it was Navy, right, lmao) was colored through the lens of her trauma, and so, too, is Steven’s now. Lapis was vindicated in the end, but I wonder if Steven’ll get a similar conclusion?

“Steven, those are my drawings!” AWHWH.

Aw, they’ve replaced Rose’s portrait with a family portrait. That’s got me feeling some type of way!!!

Man, Steven wanted to talk to his dad, but Bluebird was already there. ;-; It’s always so rare for Steven to seek people out to talk through his feelings, that when he’s denied the chance, the lost potential stings.

“Are those screams of fun?” / “NO!” IWOWDJSISKSOSISK.

Oh, thank the stars, Steven is going to get vindicated in this one. WODKDNSKSK. The secondhand embarrassment was too real.

UGH, Aquamarine and Ruby are awful, but they’re also so good. That shot of them posing after unfusing is stellar.

THE FACT THAT THEY THOUGHT NO ONE KNEW WHO THEY WERE AS BLUEBIRD EIDJSJSJ.

What if I was a red gem ❤️ and u were a blue gem 💙 and we both wanted to watch the world 🌏 burn 🔥 to the ground?

OMG, GREG. THE KNIFE. HIS HAIR?!!/$$:$/&/8:8&:/&

And then he crawls over to his hair and hugs it tearfully. I’m half-laughinf, half-crying.

“Father, go inside.” HELP????????????? FATHER????????????

This shit’s about to get serious when Steven Universe is calling his dad father.

Okay, never mind. The girls r fighting.

“You guys fused just because you hate me, didn’t you?” / “Yes!” ISJDDJJS.

Bluebird literally being made out of spite is so fuckin’ funny sieosksjsjsjjs.

“Steven, why is Greg crying in the bathroom?” HELPPEDKOWSODOSKODDOFOOFCIKDSK.

ALEXANDRIIIIIIIITE. SHE LOOKS SO GOOD W/ THE NEW OUTFITS.

Garnet lifting Pearl and Amethyst fireman style is a good visual. Thank u, Crewniverse.

“Everyone can change, but not everyone wants to...” Wise words, Greg. ;-;

Hhhhh, this show really knows how to do final shots. Greg putting his hair in the water as the sun rises... Steven placing a hand on his dad’s shoulder? That’s the good stuff right there.

Final Thoughts: I liked this episode, but hm, I have to admit, it’s probably the first Future episode that I didn’t love, mostly because I was a bit put off by the Crystal Gems in this episode. Their willingness to open their arms to Bluebird was great, but I wish there had been a bit more nuance in it in terms of Aquamarine and Eyeball’s relationship to Steven. But Greg was phenomenal in this episode, letting Steven know it was okay not to be okay with Bluebird and also modeling what it means to accept change that you’re not necessarily ready for (and in doing so, providing a foil to Bluebird who is literally built on a desire to never change). Greg loses his hair, and he grieves it, but as that final shot of the episode tells us, he’ll turn out okay in the end.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Birthday celebration Queen style; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Hello my lovelies :) I would like to thank all of you for making this series a wonderful one. And now I present to you another chapter. Now FYI we’re back tracking a bit because this chapter is very special to me. For you see tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY!!!!! Yep yep this girl is gonna be 23 starting tomorrow so for any new followers of mine who had just discovered me, I would love to hear birthday messages from either you or you can RP as one of the BoRhap boys and send me a lovely QUEEN bday message.

Now on a side note I would like to point out @onebigfangirlworld for helping me on describing the members of Queen as animals portion of the chapter you will read. You lot will find out why that is. Anyway now that that’s taken care of I hope u all enjoy this chapter and I apologize for the length of it (it is pretty long sorry not sorry) Also I want to point out that any gifs/pictures in this chapter ARE NOT MINE. CREDITS GO STRAIGHT TO THE OWNERS I AM JUST USING THEM FOR VISUAL REFERENCES FOR THIS CHAPTER. 

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*February 11th, 1983 3rd POV*

It was a sunny day back home of London and currently (y/n) was still asleep in her room.  Slowly walking up the stairs of her house were Freddie, Brian and John. In Brian’s hands, he held a birthday cake with the candles that had the number 21 on it as well as a message which read HAPPY FUCKIN 21st BIRTHDAY (curtesy of Freddie Mercury).

Once they reached (y/n)’s bedroom, knowing how she liked to sleep with her door shut, the boys took that as a step ahead and Freddie took out his lighter and began to try and light up all the candles. Some of them managed to get lite on the first go, but then his lighter would go out the next and it would take several other tries to start it back up again.

“God Fred could you take any longer lighting up the candles?” whispered Deacy.

“It’s not my fault it’s this bloody lighter. I think it’s finally run out of juice.”

“You know you could just take one of the candles that’s already lite and use that to light up the rest.” Stated Brian.

“Oh really, thank you Brian why didn’t we think of that?” Deacy said sarcastically as he grabbed one of the candles and started to light up the rest of them.  But even then some of the candles were stubborn and didn’t want to be lit even by another candle. “When did Roger say he’d get here?” asked John.

“Who knows, probably got shitfaced last night with Dominque last night, or maybe hooked up with another girl for a shag.” Stated Freddie.  The three boys kept speaking and laughing but shushing each other to shut up so that they wouldn’t wake up the birthday girl who was still sleeping on the other side of the door.

Finally after about three minutes, all the candles were all lit up.

“We ready?” asked Brian.

“Ready.”

“Always ready for our dear’s birthday.” Freddie then came to the door first and slowly opened it and the three men slowly and quietly entered the master bedroom and walked towards the bed where they saw their girl (y/n) (l/n) sleeping soundly.  Her hair fanned out like a halo, the covers slowly moving up and down with each gentle breath that she took and the occasional soft moan that came out of her.

Freddie and Deacy stood together to the left side of the bed while Brian took the right and Freddie counted down with his fingers from three.  Once he got down to one the three of them began to sing.

For she’s a jolly good bella

For she’s a jolly good bella

For she’s a jolly good bella

That nobody can deny

*Freddie*

That nobody can deny

*John and Brian*

That nobody can deny

*All*

For she’s a jolly good BELLA!!!

That nobody can deny!!

*1st Person POV*

I was suddenly woken up to singing and that’s when I woke up to see Brian holding a small (f/f/) birthday cake with candles all over it and I sat up smiling as my boys continued to sing happy birthday to me. When the song was over, I held my hands over my mouth to try and contain the huge smile spreading across my face and hiding my shyness.

I can barely believe that even after all this time, the guys still go out of their way to wish me a happy birthday. God the first time they knew about my birthday, months before I became the Rock Angel, the boys invited me back to the studio and had a surprise party waiting for me. The guys took me out shopping and just for a fun skip day since that year it lied on a school day.

Later that night at a concert, which they had a special reserved seat for me in front row, Freddie called me up on stage and he and the boys sung a requested song of my choice to me before having the entire audience sing Happy Birthday to me and a huge cake was rolled on stage with a mini frosting sculpture of me with a guitar in my hands.

I’ll always treasure that memory for as long as I live.

“Aww you guys,” I gushed out.

“Many happy returns darling.” Said Deacy as he embraced me tightly and kissed the top of my head.

“Happy birthday darling, officially legal in the US and you no longer need to have them up your arse for underage drinking.” Freddie said as he sat down close to me and embraced me tightly before pecking my temple.

“Alright love come on make a wish and blow out the candles.” Said Brian as he brought the cake closer to me.

“Wait, wait! Read what it says. What do the candles say?” Freddie demanded of me as he kept an arm around me.  I looked carefully at the message and I read it out loud.

“Happy Fuckin 21st Birthday.” I let out a laugh and I turned to Fred and I said, “You arranged it yourself didn’t you?”

“Guilty as charged my darling, now go on blow out your candles and make a wish.” Brian carefully sat on the other side of me keep a hold of the cake.  I tried to think of a good wish before finally closing my eyes and blew out my candles.  When they were all out, the boys cheered for me and I took one of the candles and licked the bottom of it getting the frosting off.  I moaned and said.

“My favorite. You boys know me so well.”

“Of course we do dear, now come on downstairs if you wish to eat this.” Said Brian.

“It’s my house! I can eat in my room if I want to. Plus I’m the birthday girl and I say—” suddenly we all heard the front door slam shut and Roger’s voice carried out in a haunting echo.

“Oh (y/n)~”

“Oh bugger. You lot didn’t see me!” I exclaimed as I rolled out of my bed and raced out of my room and headed into the double queen bedroom and hide behind the door hoping to hide from Roger for as long as I could.

You see ever since first finding out my birthday, Roger thought it would be best to do his yearly birthday ‘cheer up’ tradition since the last several birthdays from the time my parents died and first meeting the guys weren’t…..well very joyous.  And that’s to do what he likes to call “birthday tickles” which means you get tickled for however many seconds based on your age.  

And since he’s told me many times before that he sees me as his own daughter, he thought it would be best to catch up on all the happy birthdays lost from when I was nine up to 18 .  

So every year for my birthday, I try to avoid Roger as much as possible or try to stay hidden for as long as I can, but he just enjoys the thrill of the chase.  I tried to slow down my breathing so that he wouldn’t be able to hear me and I waited with anxiety and adrenaline for Roger to begin the hunt.

*3rd Person POV*

Roger stood before the door of the master bedroom and saw his bandmates all gathered around the bed.  He noticed the over turn sheets and he demanded.

“Where is she?”

“We haven’t the faintest idea who you’re talking about?” John said bluntly.  Roger raised a brow knowing that Deacy wouldn’t spill the beans on his sister’s whereabouts.

“You can’t hide forever (y/n)! You might as well give it up now!” Roger made sure to let his voice echo throughout the house as he walked down the corridor to find (y/n).  Looking through every closet door and every bedroom in the hallway.

The rest of Queen peeked out from the bedroom door and just watched while Brian said.

“He’s always so intent on doing this to her every year isn’t he?”

“Poor (y/n), our Roger definitely is a lion on the prowl now. And he seems keen on finding her, even if it means tearing this house apart to do so.” Freddie stated.

Roger finally arrived in the bedroom where (y/n) had hid.  He walked inside looking at ever square inch of the room carefully as he walked towards one of the queen beds.

“Come on (y/n), you know I’ll find you either way.” He got down on his hands and knees and looked under the bed hoping to see any sign of her from the bed he was looking under or the bed right next to it.

(Y/n) slowly and silently came out from behind the door and left the bedroom but not before doing a quick Roadrunner beep-beep just to goat Roger on since she couldn’t help herself at this moment. Quick as a whip, Roger shot up and chased after (y/n).

He came to the end of the hallway where a staircase that lead up to the attic stood.  He panted heavily and looked up towards the attic and said.

“Oh (y/n), you’re just making this harder on yourself than what it needs to be.” He raced up the staircase but just as he was halfway up to the attic, the small storage closet built into the staircase opened and (y/n) went racing off but she heard Roger’s voice cry out. “AH-HA! THERE YOU ARE!!” He stormed down the stairs and took off after her.

*1st Person POV*

I raced down the main staircase as quickly as I could while hearing Roger’s heavy footsteps trailing behind me.  It felt like forever but I finally made it to the main floor.  I decided to take off towards the kitchen by cutting through the living room.  I panted heavily while the occasional laugh came out of me.

But suddenly, I felt something grab onto me and I was pulled into a strong grip and blonde hair filled my vision.

“Gotcha yah you sly fox!” I struggled to try and get free but Roger kept an iron grip around me and I said to him.

“How did—”

“You do realize there are two ways to enter your kitchen right?” Bollocks I forgot about that.

“Well I mean you gotta admit, I really had you goin that time, doesn’t that count for something?”

“While it does show that you’ve gotten smarter in your hiding tactics, it still won’t save you from your yearly tradition.” Suddenly I was thrown over Roger’s shoulder and I let out a scream.  I began beating on Roger’s back ordering him to put me down.

“Roger seriously!? Put me down I am not a potato sack! This is humiliating stop it!” Suddenly I was thrown onto my couch in the dining room.  I tried to make a second run for it but Roger immediately pulled me back towards him and said.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere. Ready?”

“No.” I whimpered.

“Aww too bad, cause I sure am.” And it was then my torture began.  As he slowly began counting while he kept tickling my sides and ribs, I tried to escape his grasp and was laughing hysterically begging him to stop.

“Roger…..come ohohohohon. Plehehehase stop ihihiht. Roger……Roger please!”

“Nope not till we get to 21. Now where was I? Oh yes four…..five…..” His slow counting continued as my pleas were heard on Roger Taylor’s deaf ears.

It felt like an eternity of pure torture. Nothing but pure agonizing torture till finally I was free and panting heavily against my couch.

“Why…..must you…..do this…..every year?” I managed to speak, my voice raw and hoarse from all my laughing.

“Because its fun.” He mocked. I glared at him and said.

“You can be such a wanker sometimes Roger Taylor.”

“Ahh, you wound me darling. And I thought you loved me?” He whimpered as he placed his hand over his heart. “After all the times we’ve had together and now you hate me?” Oh he was definitely pulling on the guilt strings this time.

Roger even went as far as to throw himself backwards along my couch pretending to die as his face covered his eyes as he whined out.

“So this is the end? Killed by venomous words from the one I loved most of all. Goodbye cruel world, may you still be kind to her yet. For she is my dime and jewel.” I rolled my eyes at him and I said.

“Roger you are such a drama queen.”

“More like hysterical Queen. But as I’ve told you Roger dear, there’s only room in this band for one hysterical queen.” Freddie’s voice soon came.  Roger peeked through his fingers and flipped Fred off as he said.

“Piss off Fred, this is (y/n) and my private time here.”

“Well we need the birthday girl to eat her cake less she wants to hurt Veronica’s feelings. She worked all night on this cake.” Deacy’s voice said as he came down with the cake with Brian following behind him.

“V made the cake?! Well what the hell we waiting for? Let us eat cake!” I proclaimed.

“Calm down Marie Antoinette.” Brian said.

“Great thanks you lot for ruining my precious time with the birthday girl.” Roger said as he rose up from my couch and came over to me and held me close to him.

“Then you shouldn’t have been late to sing happy birthday to her Rog.”

“Yeah where were you Roger? You hurt my feelings and I thought you loved me.” I decided to play back the guilt trip onto him as I shot him the puppy dog eyes and pouted out my lip.

“Aww darling you know I’m crazy about you.” He cooed as he peppered my cheek with kisses making me laugh as I tried to push him away before he drowned me with his wet kisses.

“But seriously Rog, where were you?”

“I was out getting this girl’s birthday present.”

“Really? Where is it?” I asked urgently.

“It’s outside….” Like a bullet I shot up but Roger quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back making me cry out as he said.

“Hold up there lovely, first you eat your birthday cake. Then get changed because it is freezing out there. There’s a chance of snow happening later today so you need to bundle up before you go out there. And then you can have your surprise.” He pecked the top of my head before playfully slapping my back and ushering me toward the kitchen before following me.

Deacy cut up the cake and of course gave me the first and biggest piece before cutting it up pieces for the rest of them and they didn’t eat their pieces until I did.  The cake was heavenly and I made a mental note to give Veronica a call later today to thank her for the birthday cake.

The guys and I just sat around and talked discussing about future albums or tours that Miami had in mind for us. Apparently the boys had a tour scheduled starting at the end of the summer but that’s all they knew.  We read the numbers on our first duet album which some of our songs had gone up to #1 in almost all of Europe which was amazing to hear.

After eating my birthday cake, I got dressed warmly and as I was about to open my door, I felt two hands cover my eyes.

“Roger.” I whined out.

“Well what good would a surprise be if you simply just saw it.” He teased.

“Alright but if you make me trip I’m replacing you with Deacy as my new favorite.”

“Thank you darling. Get ready Roger.” I heard Deacy say.

“Oh ye have little faith my dear, now come on,” I heard the door open as I was guided backwards first and then was told to walk forward. “Alright now remember you’ve got a couple of steps so one….two….three…..and ground floor.”

“Roger please at least tell me what it is.”

“(Y/n) if I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”

“If you told me, I’ll still act surprise.”

“Ohh our little Rock Angel sure is naughty today isn’t she?” I heard Freddie’s voice say.  I was then stopped and Roger said.

“Okay you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure you are? It doesn’t sound like you are.”

“Roger Meddows Taylor.” He snickered and soon he removed his hands from my eyes and he said.

“Surprise darling!” I held in a scream as standing before me was the brand new Honda CB750 red Nightwing motorbike.  I raced towards it and stroked the handles and the exterior of the bike.

“Oh my god! Roger I love it! Oh my god I can’t believe this!” I got onto the seat just to test how it felt and it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.  “How did you…..”

“I remember you telling me how your old bike was starting to give you problems so I figured a new bike was in dire need.”

“Plus he’s the one who stole your motorbike catalog from the studio just to see what you’ve had your eyes on.” Deacy piped in. Roger turned to glare at Deacy and I said.

“So you were the one who stole it?!” Roger tried to come up with an excuse but I just smiled at him and got off my new bike and tackled him into a hug and said. “I’ll let it go for now, I love it Roger. Thank you so much.”

“Nothing’s too good for you darling, happy birthday my dear.”

“Well thanks a lot Roger now you’ve made our gifts look like absolute shit!” whined Freddie.  I looked towards the rest of the guys and said.

“Aww Fred don’t worry about it. You know presents don’t mean that much to me, all that matters is that you guys are here to help me celebrate another birthday.”

“Well why don’t we head back inside so you can open up the rest of your presents. Jimmy had made you your present during art class and has been begging me to give it to you.” Said Brian.  I smiled and agreed and we all went back inside the house to gather around my living room so that I could open up the rest of my presents and see not only what the guys got me but what their wives and children had gotten or made me.

I had gotten a new designer coat from Biba from Freddie and Mary, Deacy gave me some new electrical cords and wires for my amp that has been messed up for the past couple of weeks, Brian had gotten me a brand new acoustic guitar.  From the Ladies of Queen Veronica, Dominque and Chrissie, apparently the three of them had combined a gift to a 3 day spa retreat starting this upcoming weekend.

All the things that help a girl relax, mud baths, guacamole facemasks, massages, the whole enchilada.

And from the kids; Jimmy May had made a handmade drawing of me performing alongside his dad.  The two of us playing our guitars in front of an audience.  Michael Deacon had made a clay figure of my favorite animal, the lion and wrote my name at the bottom of it, Robert my eldest nephew had tried to come up with a song and according to Deacy, he hoped that his aunt (y/n) could one day make a song out of it.  I looked it over and found it too adorable to resist and I told John to tell him I would get to work on it as soon as I could.

Felix Taylor had picked out a stuffed bear for me to have and I couldn’t help but aww at the cute gift as well as the note that was tied around it’s bow collar. It read out.

Hapy birtday Auntie (y/n). I luv you and hope to c you soon.

Luv Felix.

I aww at the message and then finally I received the sweetest gift of all from my favorite little niece Laura Deacon.  I opened it up to see a video tape inside.

“It’s a recording she did.” Explained Deacy.  I went over to my television set and put the tape in the VCR and turned the TV on and soon it started to play and soon on my TV, little 4 year old Laura came on the screen wearing what almost appeared to be a mini-jean jacket, long pants and a flat cap along with a feathery boa wrapped around her neck.

“Is it on now daddy?”

“It’s recording darling, you can speak now.” I could hear Deacy’s voice from behind the camera.

“Hi Auntie (y/n)! Daddy says that it’s your birthday and I wanted to do something extra special. I’m gonna sing for you your first song and I hope you like it.” She then raced over and grabbed her toy guitar (a gift from her Uncle Brian one Christmas) and she started singing a few verses of my song “Set it all free”.  She played the guitar and rocked out happily as she sang the chorus.

All the while I couldn’t stop smiling at how cute Laura was and what she was doing for me.

This is my kiss goodbye.

You can stand alone and watch me fly

Cause nothing’s keeping me down, gonna let it all

Come on and say it right now, right now, right now

This is my big hello.

Cause I’m here and never letting go

I can finally see it’s not just a dream when you

Set it all free, all free, all free

You set it all free!

I could hear Veronica and Deacy cheering in the background and as Laura finished the song and she said as she waved.

“Happy birthday Auntie (y/n)! I love you!” She blew me a kiss and with that the tape ended.

“Okay John that’s it. I’m officially kidnapping Laura from you and Veronica. She’s gonna live with me and I’ll raise her as my own daughter.” I stated.

“Over Veronica’s dead body, she may seem nice but anyone messes with her kids and she’s full blown tigress.” He said.

“I don’t care, I’ll steal her even if I have to die trying. She is just too damn cute. She was like a mini-me!” I cooed out my last statement about Laura.  Deacy rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair messing it up and I groaned at him as I shoved him away from me.

Later on that day, the guys and I were out on the town and as a birthday tradition from Freddie since first knowing him, we went into Biba for a full blown shopping day.  

As part of the Mercury birthday fashion tradition, I was allowed to try on 21 different clothes and if one of them really spoke out to me for either wearing in normal civilian life, or for a potential concert getup, I would buy it. Well Fred would buy it along with whatever he was getting.

I held a cute lavender purple dress in front of me and modeled in the mirror as I said.

“I don’t know, I mean it is cute but I’m not sure I go with it.”

“What a stupid thing to say darling, of course it goes with you. Try it on.” Freddie said as he came up behind me resting his head against mine.  He ushered me to the changing room and kept guard while I stripped out of my clothes and put the dress on. “You decent dear?”

“Come in Fred.” He opened up the curtains and as he saw me, he was in awe.

“Oh (y/n) darling, that color was made for you. You have to get it.”

“I don’t know, but don’t you think something’s missing?” Freddie came up behind me his hands on my waist and he tilted his head as he observed our reflections in the mirror.

“Sun hat.”

“What?”

“A sun hat, a nice sunhat would make this dress on you. Once we get you back home we’ll try it on again and get that sunhat you got back in Spain and this ensemble will be perfect. Trust me darling, it will work.”

“Well you are the expert when it comes to fashion.”

“Even better than Roger?”

“Let’s not get too arrogant there. Roger did have his fashion taste ten years ago.”

“Now I have found the perfect ensemble for you to wear for your party tonight. Don’t move.” Freddie walked out and as I turned I then heard him say in a demanding tone, “Don’t look!” I eyed him and said.

“Getting sassy on the birthday girl are yah?” He grinned at me before dramatically pulling the curtains aside and stepping out before closing them back up.  I sat down on the bench and waited for Fred and that’s when I heard him say. “Close your eyes darling!” I covered my eyes up and could hear footsteps coming up to me. “Okay open them.”

I uncovered my eyes and I saw in Freddie’s hands some black leggings, a cute black long sleeved black top and a faux fur coat.

“Oh Freddie…..”

“Put it on.” He stepped out of the dressing room and I got out of the lavender dress and got on the ensemble that Freddie had chosen for my birthday party tonight.  I put the legging on first, then I got on the shirt by undoing the buttons and putting it on like a coat before buttoning up the three middle buttons leaving the very bottom and very top ones undone.

I called Freddie back in as I put on the faux fur coat and I swear I thought I saw tears in Freddie’s eyes.

“Oh my darling (y/n). You look…..absolutely radiant.” He came up behind me and said again, “Usually no one can be as fabulous and outrageous as me but you my dear, are coming to a close second. I best watch my back from now. All it needs is a few bracelets and that necklace Brian gave you last Christmas and it will be perfect.”

“I have to agree, it definitely would be cute to wear both in public and for a winter concert.”

“Told you darling, now let’s pick out two more outfits and then we’ll ring up everything. My treat.”

“No Fred we made a pact last year……”

“Don’t care, let me spoil you on your birthday darling. You are not to pay a cent this time as this is another milestone. 21 years old. It seems like only yesterday you were just 18 when the boys and I first met you. Time is going by too fast.” He embraced me tightly and pecked both sides of my face before leaving to go pick out some more outfits.

He was right.  I can’t believe I’ve known the guys for almost 3 years now.  It feels like I’ve known them all my life, hell maybe ever since Queen first rose to the top of the public eye.  I set the party clothes to the side of my buying pile and put on my normal clothes back on as I walked out and went to pick out two more outfits to try on and see if they were good for me.

In the end I ended up buying over 13 of the 21 outfits I had tried on, while Freddie went crazy and had what looked like a hundred different clothes.  After our shopping trip, we met up with the rest of the lads and had ourselves lunch at my favorite Italian restaurant and of course all the waiters just had to come up and sing happy birthday to me like they always do when its someone’s birthday.

Finally it was party time.

I was at home getting ready for the party that would be at Freddie’s place.  I told him to not go stir crazy and invite a whole bunch of people, just really close friends and other singers if they could come.  I heard a knock at my bedroom door and I said.

“Come in!” The door opened to reveal Deacy standing behind the door. “Hey Deacy, come on in. I’m just putting on the final touches of my makeup and then I’ll be on my way.”

“No need for that.” I turned towards him and quirked my brow questioningly as he said with a bow. “Evening Mademoiselle, I am John Deacon and I will be your personal chauffer this evening.”

“Why thank you Monsieur Deacon.” I said as I gave him a bow of my head. I resumed getting my makeup on as Deacy made himself comfortable at the foot of my bed. “What are you staring at?”

“Freddie was right, its—unbelievable how much you’ve grown in just three years. You truly are becoming a beautiful woman (y/n), and that’s gonna harder for keeping the boys away from you.” I smiled bashfully and tried to keep in my tears as I said.

“Deacy can you find me the necklace that Brian gave me last Christmas? It’s right there in my jewelry box right there by my nightstand.”

“Of course.” He got up and opened up my jewelry box and twirled the mini hangers where I hung all the necklaces I had until he finally grabbed the silver and diamond embedded music note necklace.  He came over to me and I held my wavy hair up while Deacy hooked the necklace together around my neck. “There.”

I stood up from my makeup stand and hugged him. A moment later he hugged me back before looking down at me while I looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Deacy.”

“What for?”

“For everything you’ve ever done for me. I know I’ve said this more than once but I have to say it and I mean it every time when I say it. You are like the big brother I’ve always wanted. You’ve been there for me since the beginning, always giving me the best advice and showing that actions speak louder than words. Even when you’re bitchy I still love you.” He grinned down at me and kissed the crown of my forehead and said.

“That’s how older brothers are supposed to act around their goofy little sisters.” I laughed softly and he continued, “In all seriousness, if anyone’s proud to call someone their sibling it’s me. It’s unbelievable how much you’ve changed our lives, especially mine. While Freddie has helped me come out of my shell, it’s been you who has helped make me a better person. To know that it’s also okay to not be okay and that it’s okay to depend on the others when things get crazy. And with those three they do, a lot. You’ve also helped me become a better father to my kids, especially to Laura since she’s my only girl. I learn from you on how to better prepare myself for her future, even though I’m going to hate it.”

“With Veronica’s looks, she’ll have a boyfriend by the time she’s 8.”

“Over my dead body.” We both chuckled softly and Deacy brought me close to him and we both hugged each other tightly. “Happy birthday darling, I love you.”

“I love you too John.” He kissed the side of my head and said as we separated,

“Come on, Freddie was already impatient waiting for your arrival. Let’s hope he didn’t burn his own house down.” We both laughed and I was escorted out of my house with Deacy’s arm wrapped around my shoulder as he guided me to his car.  He got to the backseat and opened the door for me and held out a hand for me to take.

“Thank you.” I said in a posh tone as I placed my hand in his and I got into his car and slid on in the backseat and he closed the door behind me before coming into the driver’s seat and started up the car.

We finally arrived at Freddie’s place, and as Deacy parked the car down the street he got out first and again opened the door for me and held out his hand for me to take.  I took it and stepped out of the car and felt the cold February air hit me.

“Thank god I went for the faux fur coat, although I wish I had picked warmer pants, got these leggings are not good for winter.”

“Well don’t worry darling, by the time you get inside you’ll be dying to come back out here.” We quickly raced up the sidewalk toward Freddie’s place and after what felt like eternity we finally got up to the door.  Already I could hear the booming bassline of a song and as Deacy opened the door, already I could see hundreds of people inside.

Typical Fred.  He never listens.  I’m betting there will only be four people I know that are here while everyone else are just here to crash a young girl’s birthday party.

As Deacy and I finally stepped inside and tried to weave our way through the crowd I was suddenly picked up and spun around and Freddie’s voice rang out.

“Finally our Birthday Queen has arrived!!” He then dragged me towards a table and stumbled a bit to get on top of it.  I could already tell he was tipsy already and I helped keep him steady so he wouldn’t fall. “Thank you dear.” He then faced the crowd of people and ordered for the music to turn down as he made his announcement. “Now that the guest of honor has arrived. I hereby crown you Queen (y/n) (l/n)! Birthday Queen.” He then took the crown that he’s worn on stage before with his kingly attire that he was actually wearing right now and placed the crowd on top of my head as the crowd cheered. “To (y/n) (l/n) the Rock Angel!” He said as he raised his glass.

“To the Rock Angel!” everyone praised as they raised their glasses in a birthday toast.

“Thanks everybody I….I really did not expect this many people to come and I—”

“Oh don’t be so modest darling, all of London should’ve been invited. But I settled for at least a quarter of it.” At his statement everyone laughed and I chuckled nervously. “Now someone get the birthday Queen a drink! For the time has come for us to get absolutely shitfaced!” Everyone cheered and the music started up and I was given my first drink of the night.

I held the glass in my hand and took a small sip and Freddie said.

“Oh come now darling it’s your party and you deserve to get shitfaced!” I looked at him and debated whether I should just douse it down or continue to drink in sips.  As everyone was looking at me, I shrugged and doused the champagne down in one gulp as the crowd cheered loudly for me.

*3rd Person POV*

As the night dragged on, (y/n) was completely shitfaced right now.  Her and Deacy were both going bonkers on the dance floor just dancing to whatever upbeat song was playing, Freddie had gone off to God knows where, and Brian and Roger sat together keeping an eye on both Deacy and (y/n) to make sure they didn’t start something.

Because when they got some drinks in them, they could definitely be vicious little monsters.  (Y/n) wobbled her way towards the bar wanting to get another drink when she stumbled and had it not been for Brian being the first one to catch her, there’s no doubt she would’ve fallen and hurt herself.

“Okay I think birthday girl here has had too much to drink.” Brian said.

“No I haven’t….you’re the one whose drunk.” (y/n) sassed as she bopped Brian’s nose, like he always did to her.

“Nope, come on love I’ll take you home.” Said Roger as he took her out of Brian’s grip and held onto her as she wobbled.

“Noooo I wanna stay out longer. Pwease?” she begged but Roger told her.

“The drunk puppy dog act won’t work on me this time love, now come on let’s get you home and into bed.” Roger slowly picked (y/n) up bridle style and took her out of Fred’s house.

He called up a taxi and told the cabbie where to take them. The drive back was silent except for (y/n) soft drunk humming as she leaned against Roger’s shoulder cuddling close to him.

Once they arrived back at her place, Roger unlocked the house and helped her inside.  He carried her up the stairs and took her back towards her room, all the while (y/n) fiddled and brushed through Roger’s hair with her fingers.  It was then a huge smile came across her face as she giggled drunkly and buried her face into Roger’s shoulder.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.  (Y/n) peeked up and said.

“You’re a lion.”

“I’m a what?”

“A lion. Think about it, you’re birthday is July 26th, that makes you a Leo. And Leo is a lion. And with this mane of yours,” she emphasized her point by dragging her fingers through his hair messing it up. “Makes you look like a lion. You Roger Meddows Taylor are a lion.” Roger laughed softly as he set (y/n) down on her bed and began to take off her shoes as he said.

“So I’m a lion huh?”

“You’ve always been a lion, even when I first saw you guys in concert years and years ago. I always thought if Queen could be animals you’d be a lion.”

“And what would the others be?” Roger said as he finished removing (y/n)’s boots and sat at the foot of her bed.  (Y/n) pondered and exclaimed.

“Well Fred’s a peacock. Hehe peacock, that’s a funny name for an animal.” She then drunkly muttered peacock in various ranges from a low voice to a high range before finally finishing her statement, “Because he’s fabulous and flaunts it and doesn’t give a fuck about what others say! Brian is…..uhh what are those French dogs called, you know the ones that have hair just like him?”

“A poodle?”

“That’s it!” she exclaimed. “Brian the poodle!” At that statement Roger just busted out laughing.  He wiped away a tear from his eye and said.

“Now what about Deacy?”

“Deacy, Deacy, Deacy, Deacy……Deacy the deer. Yeah Deacy the badass deer.”

“Why is he a deer? Is it just because of your dazed rhyming scheme?”

“No! Deacy is a deer because not only is he sweet and shy, but his bass riffs are completely badass like the antlers of a deer. Better not mess with Deacy the deer, he’ll pop you off your arse and have you mince-meat.” Roger then got up to grab (y/n) a comfortable nightshirt and sweatpants for her to sleep in.  But the second Roger got in close range to the bed, (y/n) suddenly pounced on him tackling him down to her bed.

“(Y/n) what are you doing?”

“Since you are a lion and you say you’ve always seen me as your daughter, that makes me a lion cub. I am Queen of the jungle fear me!” She then made a squeaking sound that sounded almost exactly like a lion cub’s roar.  She playfully pawed at Roger’s shoulder and head and drunkly wrestled with him.

Roger just laughed and allowed (y/n) her fun before he playfully pushed her off of him and tugged her into his lap and tickled her once more but this time playfully growling and attacking each side of her face with kisses, pretending to be a real lion gobbling her up.  After a few seconds of more playful wrestling, Roger knew that he had to get her to bed.

“Alright my little lion cub, time to settle down now.”

“Aww” she whined out.

“Trust me you’ll thank me in the morning for this. Now are you sober enough to change clothes?”

“I got this.” She stated proudly.

“Alright, I’ll be right out if you need any help.” Roger handed her the sweats and t-shirt he had picked out and left (y/n)’s room. Shutting the door behind him while (y/n) shimmied on out of her party clothes and got on her pajamas for the night.

While Roger waited, he thought it would be best to get (y/n) some water just to get herself hydrated so that the hangover wouldn’t be as bad in the morning.  He went down to the kitchen and got a bottled water out from her fridge and trotted back up the stairs to her room.  He knocked on the door and said.

“(Y/n), you decent?” He didn’t hear a response from her.  He pressed his ear to the door but couldn’t hear a thing. “(Y/n) I’m coming in okay?” He opened the door to see (y/n) huddled up in her covers, her entire body including her head was buried under her sheets.  Roger went up towards the bed and put the water bottle down by the nightstand and slowly removed the covers so that (y/n)’s head was now free.

It was then he took notice of the tears dripping down her face, her body trembling trying to hold in the sobs but the occasional sniffle came out from her.  Seeing her curled up now wearing the pajamas he had picked out and crying, broke Roger’s heart.

“Oh darling,” Roger lay down in front of her and wrapped an arm around her and placed his hand at the side of her face and he stroked her hair softly as well as softly grazing her cheek. “What is it, hmm? What’s gotten my little lion cub so upset?” He said as he pressed his forehead up against hers hoping that by being close to her, she would get the strength she needed to tell him what was wrong.

“I miss him.”

“Who darling?”

“My father.” She looked up at Roger with teary eyes.  At that point Roger looked at her with solemn eyes and said.

“Oh (y/n).”

“We used to play like that every night on my birthday. It’s not fair! Why did he and mum have to die?!” (y/n) slammed herself into Roger’s shoulder and wept.  Roger immediately wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back so that (y/n) was now resting against his chest, right over his heart as she kept crying. “Why couldn’t it have been me?! Why them!? They should be here, I—”

“Shhh, shh, shh. Calm down love, calm down. It’s okay, it’s okay.” As her sobs softened, she groaned as her head began pounding in agony from not only the hangover but her sobbing.  Roger placed her down on the bed and just before he went for the loo to get her some medicine, he felt (y/n) take his hand and she whimpered.

“Please don’t leave me like them.” Roger knelt down and said as he stroked her head gingerly.

“I’m not darling, I’ll just be over in the loo getting your medicine. I promise I’ll come right back, okay darling?”

“Promise?” she whimpered softly.

“Faster than you can say ‘hysterical queen’.” He kissed her forehead and (y/n) released her grip and allowed Roger to walk into her loo to look through her medicine cabinet to find some Tylenol.  Within three seconds he came back and popped open the pill bottle and dumped out two pills and said as he held them out to her. “Take these and then have a sip of your water, okay?” She nodded and took the pills from Roger and put them in her mouth.  She then took the water bottle and drank some water and swallowed everything down. “That’s my girl.”

Roger then lay down on her bed once more, this time resting his back against the headrest and extended his arm out which gave (y/n) the sign to come up to him.  She resumed her place on his chest and Roger protectively yet gingerly wrapped his arms around her.  His left arm securely wrapped around her back, his thumb gently rubbing her back while his right arm wrapped around her shoulder and his hand stroked through her hair and brushing away any strands that fell to her face.

Anytime Roger heard a sniffle or a sad whimper out of her, he’d kiss the top of her head hoping that it would give her comfort. They sat in silence of a moment before Roger finally spoke.

“He wouldn’t have wanted that.” (Y/n) moved her head up to look up at Roger and he looked down at her and continued as he wiped away the tearstains from her face, “Your dad would never want to hear you say that. He and your mum would be beyond devastated to know that you wished that it was you that had died in that storm and not them. I may not have known it ten years ago, but being a father myself now to Felix, and getting to know you, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you or he died before me. That’s not how nature goes, the parents are supposed to go first, never the child. The world would be a darker place without you here (y/n), and Queen wouldn’t be what we are without you.” (Y/n) sniffled softly and choked out.

“Do you think he’s proud of me?” Roger smiled softly and said as he cupped her face with his hand.

“I know he is. Both of them are. I know I’m not that big on religion, but it wouldn’t be surprised if they’re both looking down at you from heaven and they keep bragging to every soul up there saying, ‘That’s our daughter. The Rock Angel is our little girl’. Because that’s what the boys and I say all the time.” Roger gently bopped her nose which made her smile and in turn it made Roger smile as he said, “Now there’s the (y/n) I know. Always with a smile on her face.” He kissed her forehead lovingly and (y/n) buried herself into Roger’s chest as she let out a yawn.

Roger softly chuckled and adjusted himself to make himself more comfortable but he kept a grip onto (y/n) as he made those adjustments.  He covered the both of them up and softly began humming a lullaby to her. Every now and then kissing her forehead and stroking her head till finally he looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep.  He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and whispered.

“Goodnight (y/n). Sweet dreams darling, and happy birthday.” He gave her one final kiss on the forehead before leaning his head against hers and the two of them fell asleep cuddled close together.

Like a father lion and his cub sleeping under the African sun.

*My POV*

I woke up to a slight pounding in my head but an extremely bright light in my eyes.  I groaned and pulled the covers over my eyes and that’s when I heard a voice say.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” I knew right away that it was Roger.

“Ugh Roger please not so loud.”

“Sorry dear, but after all the times you’ve done it to me, now I get my revenge.” He said as I felt the bed dip and he moved the sheets away from my head.

“Just how out of it was I?”

“Oh darling you were pretty shitfaced. You were pretty much Freddie leveled of shitfaced.”

“Oh god…..” I groaned out as I buried my face into my pillow.

“Here, Brian’s downstairs and he helped me make you some breakfast to help with the hangover.” I moaned as I rubbed my eyes tiredly and groaned out.

“I swear you both are the mum and dad friends to me. How can I ever repay you both for taking such good care of me?”

“No thanks or gratitude is necessary darling,” he gently kissed my temple and continued, “Besides, I’ve got to look after my lion cub somehow.”

“Lion cub? What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Wow you really don’t remember do you?” he asked. At this moment I began to panic.

“What did I tell you? Please tell me I didn’t do anything embarrassing.”

“No, no. At least not in public.” He teased. I hit him in the shoulder and whined out his name which made him snicker before he finally said, “You just babble on about anything random. But last night you were going off about animals, specifically about what each member of Queen’s animals would be. You called Brian a poodle which I am going to tell him about.”

“You speak a word of it and I’ll kill you Taylor.”

“You called Deacy a deer, Freddie was a peacock which you had a field day of saying. And lastly you called me a lion because of this gorgeous mane.” He emphasized as he shook his head which ruffled his hair. I let out an embarrassed groan as I buried myself into the pillows and my sheets.

“Oh no…..”

“Aww there’s nothing to be ashamed about darling. It was cute, and I’m flattered that you gave me a cool animal to be compared to.” He said as he pulled me away from the barrier of my pillow and blanket fort and hugged me close to him.

“Can’t you just forget all that I said last night?”

“Never, my little lion cub.” He grinned at me smugly before placing a kiss on my forehead.  “Plus if the Rock Angel could be an animal, I’d also would pick lion because you are strong and you don’t take shit from anyone. You are fierce and powerful, but also loveable and caring, like a mother lioness.” I felt a blush come across my face as I buried myself further into Roger’s shoulder as I moaned out.

“Stop it.”

“Nope, there are just too many similarities to stop, my proud lioness cub.” He said as he began rocking me from side to side and slobbering my face with kisses making me laugh.

“Oi Roger! I thought you were going to bring her down not torture her!” We heard Brian’s voice call from downstairs. Roger rolled his eyes and said.

“Alright you, let’s get you properly sobered up.” He then picked me up princess style and I said to him.

“I can walk you know.”

“Don’t care, let papa lion carry his cub around.” I rolled my eyes at him but allowed him to carry me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head against his shoulder.

Roger carried me downstairs and into the kitchen where Brian was setting up the table and once he saw us he said.

“About time you brought her down here. A minute or two later I’d thought you’d be torturing her in her hungover state.”

“Oh believe me, the thought did cross my mind a couple times, especially when she herself has done that to me.”

“Hey not my fault your alcohol consumption is a bottomless pit.” I piped in.  Roger then took me over to my kitchen table and set me down in my chair and scooted it in and while I began to eat my scrambled eggs, Roger took a seat beside me.

“So (y/n) did you have a good birthday?” asked Brian.

“You guys always make my birthday special, there’s no question about it.” I answered him.  

As I kept eating, I noticed this soft look in Roger’s eyes as he kept looking at me.  But there was also this hint of sadness to them.  I fully turned towards Roger and said. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

“No reason.”

“Did…..I say something else last night?” I asked genuinely  concerned that I might’ve said something to Roger that freaked him out.

“No, no. It’s just…..” he placed his hand at the top of mine gingerly ruffling it as he continued, “Just can’t believe how big you’re getting already.” I grinned up at Roger and I said.

“Don’t worry Rog, even when I’m old and grey like you lot I know you’ll still see me as that new intern at the piano.”

“Excuse me? Old and grey? Brian did you hear what she just said?”

“As a matter of fact I did Roger.”

“What do you think we should do with her?” Roger smirked mischievously. I nervously looked at both Roger and Brian to see them both with that twinkle of mischief in their eyes.

“Guys no come on you know I was joking!” I tried to reason with them.

“Too late love, you hurt our feelings,” Brian started.

“And now you’ve got to pay for it.” I then ducked under the table and took off running with both Brian and Roger chasing after me. Of course since I was still a bit hungover I didn’t get far as I soon felt Brian’s arms wrap around me and I was tackled onto my couch and soon both Brian and Roger were tickling me as punishment and they didn’t stop till I apologized.

*Extended ending Roger’s POV*

I drove to Leicestershire after telling Brian to tell the lads I would be late to rehearsal because I had to be somewhere. I didn’t tell him my reason for going, but I knew if I didn’t do it now, I’ll never find the time to do it again.

Once I arrived at Leicestershire I went to the nearest flower shop to pick up a combined bouquet of Gladiolus, white heather, and white chrysanthemums.  When the bouquet was arranged, I drove off to the Leicestershire cemetery.

I walked through the cemetery, my footsteps crunching softly on the snow as I walked along the trail trying to remember where the specific grave I was looking for.  Finally I came along two tombstones side by side each other.  I knelt down to the one on the right and brushed away the snow that covered the tombstone and it read.

(F/n) (m/n) (l/n)

Born Oct. 8th, 1935. Died April 16th, 1970

A great father and husband

I put my shades at the top of my head and set the bouquet down upon (y/n)’s father’s grave and said.

“Been awhile hadn’t it (f/n)? Sorry I couldn’t come visit more but you know with Queen rising to the tops, I couldn’t find the time to come. Not only that but I’ve been keeping an eye on your daughter making sure no evil gets a hold of her. God knows the music industry will do that to any rising star. If only you were here to see all that’s she’s accomplished. I know you’d be very, very proud of her. I know I am. She uhh…..she talked about you last night, she really misses you and (m/n). Said that she wished that it was her that died in the wreck instead of you two, but I told her that you would never have wanted that. Sometimes I…..I wish that I could’ve gotten the chance to meet you both, I feel like the two of us could’ve been really good mates. You’ve raised such a beautiful girl, and I wish you could’ve gotten the chance to see what a woman she’s grown up to be.” Tears filled my eyes and I wiped them away and tried to keep them in as I continued, “What I really came here to ask was…..I—I know I can never replace you, hell she was never mine to begin with. But…..I’ve come to really see your daughter like my own, she’s helped me become a better man and even a better father to my own son, and she needs a parental-figure in her life now more than ever. Just…..give me a sign that I have your approval to look after your daughter for you. To protect her and love her the way you did.”

I exhaled heavily as I stood up and brushed the snow off my knees and touched the tombstone and said.

“Thank you, for giving the world (y/n) (l/n). And please keep the fact I was crying between us. Don’t you dare go bragging about it to anyone in Heaven.”  I then turned and walked back towards the car and drove back to London.

The rest of the day was a normal band rehearsal day, since (y/n) had partied too hard, we allowed her to take the day off just to spoil her further but of course without her more arguments happen, especially since Prenter was now in the picture more than ever.

By around 10pm, we all called it a night and headed home.  As I entered my house I saw that Dominque had fallen asleep on the couch probably waiting up for me.  I shook my head at her as a soft smile came across my face then as gently as I could I picked her up and carried her up to our bedroom.

I set her in our bed and tucked her in the sheets to keep her warm.  She moaned as she stirred but thankfully she didn’t wake up.  I kissed her cheek softly and whispered.

“I love you.” I then headed back downstairs to get me a quick dinner before heading to bed myself.  As I warmed up some leftover steak and potatoes, I heard something being knocked over.  Thinking someone had broken in, I quickly grabbed one of the kitchen knives and slowly walked towards the living room to see the curtains blowing as the window was wide open.

My heart raced thinking that someone had gotten in.  I carefully walked around until I heard the sound of glass crunch underneath my shoe. I removed my foot and noticed that one of the pictures that I keep of me and the lads had been knocked over.  I knelt down to pick it up but when I lifted it up it wasn’t one of me and the guys.

But a picture of (y/n) and I together after her first show in Hyde Park.  It was the biggest audience she had played in just before her first world tour.  Both my arms wrapped around her holding her close and one of her arms crossing both of mine and holding my right wrist while her other arm was tucked into her.

As I stared at the picture, seeing the two of us smile so happily together, I began to think was this my sign? I smiled down at the picture and turned towards the window and whispered.

“Thank you (f/n). I promise I’ll look after her.” I then closed the window and locked it up before grabbing the dust pail and broom to clean up the glass so that neither Dominique or Felix would hurt themselves on the glass.

I swept it up and dumbed the glass into the trash and fixed up the picture before setting it back down next to the other band pictures I had.  After cleaning up the kitchen and putting my plate in the dishwasher, I walked back upstairs and got myself ready for bed.  As I buried myself under the covers I sighed deeply and thought back to my promise to (y/n)’s father and from now on I was going to look after our girl.

No matter what, for that’s the love of a father. Like a lion protecting his cubs.

[theprojectatedensgate]

The Lamb of God (A FC5 multi chapter: Chapter one

Ft OC: Brooklyn “Ariel” Carter

The Beginning

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, 

“Montana... Big Sky Country... The Treasure State... People got a lot of names for it, I just call it home.”

“Lived here my whole life, still amazed at how beautiful it is.”

“Maybe that’s what blinded us to how ugly the people were getting.”

“And everything became perfectly still...”

“Good day to you Brother.”

“You don’t understand, no one took these groups seriously.”

“They were religious. Militant. It was a Goddamn Cult.”

“The Collapse is upon us my children...”

“They started buying up every farm for miles. Then the radio station. Not long after that they even had the fuckin’ cops.”

“Their own sovereign religious state. Built right here under our noses.”

“Ain’t no one comin’ to help us. Government can’t do shit. We’re on our own.”

“God demands we save those lost souls whether they want to be saved or not.”

“People don’t want to believe groups like this exist.”

“People are scared, man.”

“...Some will wish to harm us... Some will wish to destroy all that we have built here together... And some will betray us...”

“We don’t know what he’s capable of... Who? Their leader.”

“Joseph Seed.”

“They call him “The Father.””

“And those in the outside world are blind, they do not believe, they have no faith. Shhh.... But I will make them see...”

                                                  SERVICE LOST

“Hey Rookie... Rookie!”

Brooklyn’s mind reeled as she lowered the phone, the images of the man digging his thumbs into the cameraman's sockets flashed before her. The unsteadiness of the Chopper threw her from  thought, the Sheriff’s voice on the headset cutting through her.

“You’re wasting your time, there’s no signal out here.”

The Marshall shot her a grimace, glancing down to his to a paper in his hand. That must be warrant. Her gut lurched, they were going to arrest the man. The man who had just slaughtered someone without a second thought, The Father, Joseph Seed. Pratt’s voice came through the headset.

“The found footage, where was it found exactly?”

The sheriff rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous glance out the window.

“Just outside of the Holland Valley.”

“Crossing over the Henbane now.”

Out of the shadows of the Whitetail Mountains, a large block of white came filled her view, a stark contrast against the blue Montana night. Brooklyn lent closer to the window, her mouth dropping at the sight, Hudson exhaled through the speaker.

“Oh, fuck. There he is.”

A giant statue, arms out stretched, book in one hand, his other raised to the sky. Brooklyn couldn’t believe her eyes, a huge sculpture, The Father himself.

“Crazy MotherFucker.”

“Jesus.”

“Holy shit.”

“We’re officially in Peggie’ country.”

“How much longer?”

“Just long enough for you to change your mind, so we can turn this bird around.”

Brooklyn furrowed her brows, picking at her nails. She watched The Marshall and The Sheriff in silence. Why would he want to override a federal warrant? It’s all their asses on the line back at the Department if they didn’t go through with it. She had never met the wanted man before, only skimming quickly through his profile. He didn’t seem that dangerous at first, a calm looking man with certain notes of intensity, but after watching that video, after watching the Sheriff, she was beginning to doubt. The Marshall furrowed his brows, cocking his head to the side.

“You want me to ignore a federal warrant, Sheriff?”

“No sir. I want you to understand the reality of this situation: Joseph Seed, he’s not a man to be fucked with. We’ve had run-ins with him before and they haven’t always gone our way. Just sometimes... Sometimes, it’s best to leave well enough alone.”

The Marshall toyed with the paper, and Brooklyn watched him with anticipation She had heard things, whispers and rumours in the office, Joseph Seed was a madman, he would kill all who stood in his way. As a cop she couldn’t really rely on conjecture, they needed actual evidence. Which the Marshal had been more than happy to provide, he had been talking non stop about the case  since he arrived in Montana. Brooklyn listened to him politely, all she knew was they had to bring some man of God to the station who had a potential to turn nasty, nothing more.

“Yeah well, we have laws for a reason, Sheriff. And Joseph Seed is gonna’ learn that.”

The Sheriff sighed. Ahh good old Whitehorse, never got on well with the city folk. He sent Brooklyn a knowing look, she smirked straight back at him.

“Pratt, open a call with dispatch.”

“Ten-Four.”

Whitehorse pushed the mic to his lips, taking a deep breath.

“Whitehorse to dispatch. Over.”

The radio crackled with interference, Nancy came through on the end.

“Go ahead, Earl.”

“We’re approaching the compound, Nancy. Over.”

“Roger, Sheriff. Still planning to go through with this? Over.”

Whitehorse shook his head, breathing a sigh.

“We are -- Unfortunately-- Still trying to some sense into our friend the Marshal. Over.”

The Marshalled glanced at Brook, smirking and shaking his head. Her faced breached a smile, attempting to stifle a giggle.

“Alright. He’s lucky I’m not there... If you get into any trouble you just let me know. Over.”

“Ten-Four. Over and out.”

Pratt closed the call to dispatch, his grip still firm on the bird, he turned to Hudson, scoffing and titling his head to point at Brook.

“Maybe we shoulda Nancy along with us instead of the Probie. These Peggies wouldn’t fuck with her.”

“Pratt!”

“Hey fuck you Staci.”

The Marshall raised his brows at her, and turned in his seat. Whitehorse winked and she sent him a confident grin.

“Why do you keep calling them “Peggies”?”

“The Project at Eden’s Gate. P.E.G. Peggies. It’s what the locals call em’.  You know they started off harmless enough a few years back. But now they are armed to the teeth. Hell, they’re lookin’ for a fight.”

“Are you scared, Sheriff?”

He didn’t answer, and a bile rose up her chest. This was Sheriff Earl Whitehorse, he didn’t spook easily. He had taken her under his wing when she had arrived, if he was afraid, she needed to be too. Brook fiddled with her phone, her mind flashing to images of Cultist with belts of ammo wrapped around their necks, AR-C’s slung over their shoulders. She wasn’t a stranger to cults, growing up with her daddy’s stories in the ATF. She was proud of him and followed his path into law enforcement. She knew crime well, training for it everyday back home. Dealing with a cult directly however? That shirt had not been worn. Pratt disrupted the silence.

“We’re here. Compound’s just below.”

Brook lent forward towards the window again. Rows of white houses surrounded by a wire fence and trees, A church sat proudly at the head, white, fitting in with it’s surroundings. The pale moonlight and the flaming bonfires below basked the compound in an eerie light, a lump formed in her throat.

“Oh my...Jesus.”

Pratt exhaled sharply, attempting to keep the bird steady, Hudson exhaled along with him, sharing a glance.

“This is a bad idea.”

“Last chance Marshall.” The Sheriff’s voice stern.

The Marshall’s gaze lingered over the side momentarily before sighing and facing Brook. He looked at her with confidence, and she sent him a supportive nod.

“We’re going in.”

The Sheriff glanced upwards, swallowing before regaining his composure.

“Set her down.” 

Pratt hesitated, shifting in his seat, his expression full of concern.

“Pratt.”

“Roger, that.”

The slowly sunk to the ground, dust and dirt blowing up around them. The size of the church seemed to grow and so did the lump in Brook’s throat. She took note of the entryway, “Church of Eden’s Gate” wrought into the white metal fence. The Chopper hit the ground with a thud, bouncing it’s passengers in their seats.

“Dispatch, you still there?”

“Yes, go ahead, Sheriff.”

“You don’t hear from us in fifteen minutes send in everyone. Call the goddamn National Guard if you have to. Over.”

“Yessir, Sheriff. I’ll be prayin’ for you.”

As the blades of the bird died down, Whitehorse removed his headset, the rest of the team following suit, he turned to face them.

“Now listen up, Three rules: Stick close. Keep your guns in your holsters and let me do the talking.” He nodded at the Marshall. “Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Rookie?” 

“Yes sir.”

“Alright everyone, stay sharp. Let’s go.”

They scrambled out of the bird, Brook climbing out last, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings, the video made sense. Their own sovereign religious state... Built right here. Pratt raised a thumbs up, keeping an eye from the Chopper. Whitehorse, Burke, Hudson, walked in a row, heading towards the Church.

“He’ll be in the Church. Stick close,”

“Eye’s open, these folk can spook easily.

That’s when Brook saw them, the “Peggies.”, just like she had seen on the found footage from those missing bloggers. Men with ragged, grown out beards, standing around the bonfires and keeping watch. There were women too, long un cut hair, guns slung around them just like their male counterparts, keen eyes trained upon the strangers. They adorned with light colour sweaters, the church symbol on their front. Dog’s barked in the distance and the smell of dirt, wood smoke and gunpowder filled them. There was something else too... Ammonia like. Brook trailed behind her squad mates, transfixed on the sights around her. The people had a thousand yard stares, the look of someone who knew all there was to know, experienced all there was to experience. It un-nerved her. Hudson must have noticed Brook’s reluctance spinning around to look at her.

“Brook! On me. Stay loose, huh?”

Brook straightened her composure, marching confidently forward. Mutterings came from the crowds of people, she only picked up a few sentences.

“We’ve done nothing wrong.”

“What are they doing here?”

“Be calm. Stay calm everyone. Just go about your business. This doesn’t concern you”

The Sheriff’s words had no affect, the crowd still focused on their every move, whispering and glancing at one another, glaring at the officers. 

“Somethin’ tell’s me they do not like law enforcement.”

Hudson nodded at Brook, before placing a hand on Whitehorse’s shoulder.

“Sheriff, I don’t like this.”

“Everything’s fine Hudson... Everything’s just fine.”

The Marshall stopped in his tracks, turning to the officers with astonishment.

“Jesus Christ, you’re wearing badges aren’t you?”

“Yeah but they don’t respect the badges much out here.”

“They’ll respect the nine millimetre.”

“Not every problem can be solved with a bullet Marshall...”

They carried on their way, passing the white buildings. Brooklyn noticed they were all named in Latin, she furrowed her brows  trying to figure out what it all meant. The Church loomed over the compound. The Moon casting a gloomy shadow beneath it, voices grew louder as they grew nearer. A familiar tune, hummed out by a choir of people. Brook almost found herself singing along, before shaking her head and focusing on the Church door. The same symbol on the cultists clothing, the Church of Eden’s Gate. There was writing etched in the wood, she couldn't make it out, layers of dirt and dust covering the lettering, she moved to brush her hand across it, pulling back as the Marshall wrapped his fingers around the handle, Whitehorse grabbed his arm.

"Woah, Marshall. Now we do this, we do it my way: Quietly. Calmly. You got it?"

The Marshall rolled his eyes, outstretching his arms in defence.

"Fine."

"Hudson on the door. Watch our backs. Don't let any of these people get in. Rookie -- On me."

Hudson stood with her back towards the Church, her hand ready at her side arm. The Sheriff turned to the Marshall once more.

"And you, just try not to do anything stupid."

The Marshall smirked at him, placing a gloved palm onto his shoulder.

"Relax, Sheriff. You're about to get your name in the paper."

Brook shot a look at Hudson, who also rolled her eyes. She glanced back towards her, concern on her expression.

"You'll be fine."

"I know."

Brook shot a reassuring smile back, turning to follow the Sheriff and the Marshall into the building.  Whitehorse pulled the doors open gently, the soft glow of candles illuminating the outside. Brook saw the backs of cultists, the long shadow of a man, stretching across the floor boards. A stern, powerful voice that reverberated and echoed against the walls of the building caught her attention.

"Something is coming. You can feel it, can't you? We are creeping toward the edge... And there will be a reckoning."

She moved forward, sticking close behind her colleagues, she caught eyes with the people in the pews, who rose to their feet as they walked on. Fear tingled at her neck, she kept her eyes forward.

"That's why we started The Project. Because we know what happens next..."

Her eyes started to adjust to a tall figure, stood upon the podium, the source of the voice.

"They will come. They will try to take from us. Take our guns. Take our freedom... Take our Faith!"

Brook turned to glance at the doors, the Peggies had started to crowd behind her. Panic surged through her chest and she tapped at the Sheriff's arm. He sent her a nod of acknowledgement, before nodding towards the figure.

"But we will not let them."

The Marshall picked up on Brooklyn's uneasiness, sending the Sheriff a look of confusion at the lack of action.

"Sheriff, c'mon."

"Just hold on, Marshall."

The figure was in  clear view now, dressed only in black jeans, Black boots surrounded by candles and a rosary clutched in his hand. A belt buckle that matched the symbol that shone behind him, enlightening his features, the symbol on the church. He hair was tied up in a bun, yellow shades fixed on his eyes, a beard like the others, tattoo's and scars adorned his chest and arms. Brook squinted to examine the markings. Two swallows resting below his collar bones, a crown on his chest and below that a lamp with the word "Eden" written onto it, what looked like a verse of some sort written along his waist, flowing down to his abdomen. She examined his scars, the word "Wrath" etched onto the underside of his forearm, "Lust" just above the lining of his pants.

"We will not let their greed, or their immorality, or their depravity hurt us anymore!"

"Sheriff-"

"Do not pull that trigger. Remain calm..."

"There will be no more more suffering-"

"No fuck this." The Marshall shoved the warrant forward. "Joseph Seed! I have a warrant issued for your arrest on the suspicion of kidnapping with the intent to harm!"

Brooklyn looked behind the preacher, taking note of man who stood to his left. A well dressed man, dark hair slicked back, long coat and sunglasses upon his head. He too had a beard, and Brook smiled a little at the resemblance. The man caught her gaze, raising at brow at her expression, heat flooded through her and she turned her attention back to the wanted man.

"Now, I want you to step forward and keep your hands where I can see 'em!"

Joseph raised his arms, pointing towards the officers.

"Here they are... The Locusts in our garden... You see they've come for me."

The peggies started grouping in front of him, forming a protective barrier. Brook's heart thudded against her chest, her eyes flicking between the defensive crowd and Whitehorse.

"They've come to take me away from you. They've come to destroy all that we have built!"

The crowd started yelling and yowling, raising their guns in the air as they pointed and shouted them. Brook's hand instinctively went for her side arm, the Marshall followed suit. 

"Alright, now. Put your guns down. Put your guns down!”

The Sheriff raised his hand against the Marshall and Brook, shouting over the Cultists, confusion gracing her features.

"Now hold on, do not touch that service weapon! Hold on and stand down! Stand down! Everyone calm down!"

Joseph stood off of the podium, silencing the crowd, he placed his palms on two of his followers, glancing back as the man on his left stalked behind him, his gaze fixed on Brook. He moved over to the right, now in clear view, crossing his hands behind his back. Joseph looked back at his followers with a grimace, as they awaited instruction.

"We knew this moment would come. We have prepared for it. Go. Go..."

He gently pushed them forward and the follower looked around with anticipation. Another figure had come into view behind him, a red headed man, arms crossed over his chest, a military jacket rolled at his forearms. He stood to his right, also staring at Brook. She began to feel like a caged animal, the Sheriff was right, they should have turned around. Reluctantly, the cultists started walking out of the church, sending filthy looks towards her. One more figure had joined the men behind him, a woman, dressed in a white knee length dress with flowers and bare footed, dirty blonde tresses snaking over her shoulders.

"God will not let them take me."

Joseph raised his arms in the air, facing towards the heavens. her

"I saw when the Lamb opened the First Seal, and I heard as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts say, "Come and see..."

The Marshall tensed up, taking a step towards him.

"Step. forward." He lowered his arms, walking closer to the officers, raising a finger to point at the Marshall.

"...And I saw, and behold, it was a white horse..."

He looked over at the Sheriff, before finally meeting Brook's discomforted expression, his blue eyes filtered green through the glasses, boring into her with a powerful intensity, she felt like he knew everything about her, she felt vulnerable under his gaze.

"...And Hell followed with him..."

He extended his arms towards her , palms facing upwards as he pressed his wrists side by side. Readying himself for the hand cuffs. The Marshall smirked, shaking his head in his typical fashion.

"Rookie -- cuff this son of a bitch."

"God will not let you take me."

The spotlight was on her now, she stood in front of this man, a stage fright freezing her in place. He stare tore though ever fibre of her being, as if this man knew all the answers, for every question known to mankind. She reached a shaky hand into her back pocket, fumbling with the cuffs.

"Rook! Put the cuffs on him!"

"Put down your guns, take your friends and walk away..."

A small voice in the back of Brook's mind spoke to her, telling her she should drop this and leave. The staring of the group behind Joseph only served to make this worse. Trembling slightly, she slapped the cuffs around his wrists. The holy man stared at the floorboards, before shaking his head and smiling at her calmly.

"Sometimes the best thind to do... Is to walk away..."

Brook placed her hands on his shoulder, spinning him around to face the door, with one hand on the cuffs and on his shoulder, she pushed him toward the exit. The Sheriff nodded at her with approval, sending her another wink.

"Let's go."

The group of three that stood behind Joseph, watching the whole scene unfold, observed in silence as they walked their leader from the Church. The Marshall and the Sheriff both shoved the doors open, to meet Hudson's' terrified expression.

"We have to get the fuck out of here."

The sounds of engines from Trucks started pulling up outside the church, the crowd of people larger now, heckling and cursing at the officers. Brooklyn walked on with caution, keeping a firm grip on her prisoner. The peggies shouted, the dogs were barking.

"Marshall you take point."

"On it."

"Stay on the path Rook."

"Yes sir."

The Marshall grew skittish, unable to focus on everybody at once. A cultist lunged for him and he elbowed them into the ground. Hudson became panicked.

"Burke!"

"Everyone keep back!"

Hudson glanced back at Brook, her eyes wide with fear.

"Rookie keep up!"

The cultists came closer, almost cutting off their path to the bird.

" I am a US federal Marshall and I am ordering you to stand back!"

Rocks started raining down upon them, the drew their service weapons, pointing behind Brook. She ducked, speed walking towards the Chopper. The Marshall fired shots into the air, causing the cultists to move out of their way.  Hudson clambered into the bird, beckoning Brook with her hands.

"C'mon! C'mon! Get in!"

"Pratt! Get us outta' here!"

They stumbled into the chopper,  the blades whirring to life, the air filled with the noise of people shouting and an engine. Brook shoved Joseph in first before seating herself, the Marshall and Whitehorse following. All hell broke loose, people started throwing themselves at the bird, crying for their Father, scrambling all up the sides and clinging on to the aircraft. The Sheriff threw on his headset, calling for dispatch.

"Nancy?! Nancy are you there?!”

One of the peggies managed to get a hold of the Marshall's arm as they liften from the ground, he shot at them watching them drop like a stone. A woman grabbed hold of Brook, but she pushed her out of the Bird. Chaos was unravelling, Hudson, Pratt, Whitehorse and Burke all shouting over the top of each other. But something caught Brook's attention, she look at Joseph and noticed he was singing. The same song from the church.

"Amazing... Grace... How sweet... The sound..."

The chopper shuddered roughly, the sounds of metal crashing together made Brook's gut tie into knots. They started spinning, falling from the sky, another Peggie was thrown off the side, the speed of the fall increasing, Brook's hands clasped into her seat, the Marshal was pressed up against his, eyes firmly shut as he started to scream. 

"We're going down!"

The Sheriff grabbed ahold of Brook's hand and squeezed, but she was fixed on Joseph, she couldn't tear herself away.

"That saved... A wretch... Like me..." The tree's became a blur, her chest tightened with a lack of oxygen. She forced her eyes closed, bracing for impact.

"Was lost... But now I'm found..."

The smacked into the ground at speed, the bird rolled with the impact, flipping twice before landing. Blackness pooled in Brook's vision, her head becoming dark. Josephs voice becoming muffled as she faded.

"Was blind... but now... I see..."

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