#deacury week

[sunnymeddows]

Freddie had learned, over the course of thirty some years, that whenever John had something he truly needed to talk about, no amount of pressing could make getting him to talk any less like pulling teeth. Once he decided he was ready, you were fucked if you weren't ready yourself.

Case in point: John showing up on his doorstep when he didn't answer the phone at 5 o'clock in the morning.

- I Am What I Am by @your-one-day-ecstasy (go read it!!)

My entry for day one of @deacuryweek, prompt: "Coming out later in life" based on what your-one-day-ecstacy wrote. I used an actual photo of the entryway of Garden Lodge as the reference for my drawing.

Closeups:

[alittlesilhouettoofaman]

I'm so excited to finally share my art for @deacuryweek! Huge shout out to @sunnymeddows and @ravenclawwitch18 <3

[deacuryweek]

The dates for the event are 16-19th August 2024. In the weeks leading up to it, we will post and reblog things featuring our happy couple.

Where to post:

The main places to post will be here on Tumblr and on AO3! If you use other sites, post the link here on Tumblr and tag us here at [blog] and use the #deacuryweek2024 tag to make sure we see it!

What we want:

Any fan media celebrating John Deacon and Freddie Mercury! Fic, art, phone wallpapers, playlists, anything you like—just as long as it's focused on them!

Day 1:

Line: “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.”

Song: “Lost Opportunity”

AU: Fairy Tale

Trope: Coming Out Later in Life

Day 2:

Line: “I’m starting to think you’re wasting my time.”

Song: “If You Can’t Beat Them”

AU: Jane the Virgin

Trope: Only Ones Sober at a Party

Day 3:

Line: “What, you think I’m not qualified?”

Song: “Friends Will Be Friends”

AU: Other Professions

Trope: Dating Apps

Day 4:

Line: “I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

Song: “Rain Must Fall”

AU: Flatmates

Trope: Las Vegas

Anything you'd like to write, draw, create—please make sure it's centered around the relationship John Deacon and Freddie Mercury! Polyamoury and platonic fanwork is more than welcome, as long as the primary focus is on deacury!

Make sure you tag your works appropriately! If it's NSFW, use the correct categories on AO3 and tag it as such here on Tumblr as well! We wanna make sure people know what they're getting into.

Prompts are just to give inspiration! You’re welcome to use all of them or none of them, You may interpret them as loosely or strictly as you’d like. If you have something else you wanna do, do it! Other AUs and situations are welcome and encouraged!

Please do not post or interact with the NSFW content if you are not 18+. Thank you.

Historical accuracy is not a requirement! That's the joy of events like these. Feel free to have fun with it all!

Please don't interact with hateful comments. Delete them as soon as you can.

[queen-fandom-calendar]

Queen Fandom Events 2024

Welcome Queen fandom creators! Here is your guide to the events happening this year.

It is good fandom etiquette not to hold events on top of each other, so this calendar is here to help everyone keep track of what is happening and when.

* * *

JAN - 18th to 21st : Johnica Week 2024 — AO3 collection

FEB - 1st to 29th: Queen Fuckuary — AO3 collection

27th: 55 Years of Maylor — AO3 collection

MAR - Picture Perfect (ongoing) — AO3 collection APR - 12th to 14th: Fanelli Fest — AO3 collection MAY - 24th to 26th: Freestone Fest —AO3 collection JUN - 21st to 24th: Jimercury Weekend — AO3 collection JUL - 19th to 26th : Maylor Week — AO3 collection

AUG - 2nd-4th August : Breaky Week 16th to 19th : Deacury Week - AO3 collection

SEPT - 2nd to 8th : Maycury Week - AO3 collection

OCT - 10th to 12th : Poly!Queen Week 2024 - AO3 collection

NOV - 22nd to 24th: Froger Week - AO3 collection

DEC - 6th to 9th: Joger Weekend

This blog will reblog event announcements in the fandom and serve as a handy place of reference for anyone planning to hold a new event!

If you would like your event added to the calendar, please message!

2023 events

[breakyweek]

With three weeks left until Deacury Week 2024, we wanted to revisit the prompts!

Day 3—4th August:

Line: “Why can’t you love me back?”

Song: “Hang On In There”

AU: Hanahaki

Trope: Old Age

[asmodeus-archives]

-Maylor Fic [Teaser for the fic]-

Au Fic - Queen as Camp Counselors At Ridge Farm Summer Camp, mostly a music camp but it has other camp activities and facilities <3

Maylor Summer Romance Fic, MULTI CHAPTER FIC PLANNED OUT!!! since summer isss up and coming, least for me anyway. Maylor is endgame despite the slow ass burn.

Also Jimercury is gonna be a massive ship in this as well, I would have done Deacury but can’t miss the opportunity, now there is SLIGHT deacury at times but Jimecury is the endgame as is Johnica (thought to give everyone the deets of the romances of this story before anything darlings! But the big ship is Maylor duhhh so most of any other ships are minor mentions <3!!

Now before I get an Excerpt out ! Little A/N (I know it’s bloody hated but)

My close friend (who really got me into Maylor in the first place) and I have been writing this for a while, and we are still in production of the first chapter which is around 9k words (beta reading,revising, redoing)

We plan to have the first actual chapter out by February 17,2024

It was HER idea to do this ‘teaser’ and I made the aesthetical ‘poster’ for our story.

(She regrettably will never get tumblr even if I BEG her to so o have to be stuck with this ugh /hj I love this)

But I hope you enjoy our work so far

-Campside Rendezvous Excerpt-

Brian’s hands faltered on the strings of his red guitar, flicking his eyes up at Jim and the blonde next to him, narrowing his eyes with a little smile on his lips, putting his hand out anyway for the blondie, “Didn’t think this was your type of show Roger.”

“Do you two know-“ Jim paused looking between them unsure of how Mr Beach hadn’t mentioned this, maybe Mr. Beach didn’t know either? He would have to ask after he got a few of their female counselors around the camp to their respectable cabins.

“Brimi” Roger sneered and took Brian’s hand in a slight death grip, how annoyingly formal Brian was; it had been a few months since he even saw the tall poodle, ignoring Jim for a second before turning to the Irishman, “we had a college band, till our lead left us gutted.” He added with a slight grimace as he was still pissy about that event no matter how long it had been since then.

“Oh! So … you two being in the same cabin won’t be a problem?” Jim asked, still unsure of their dynamic not with the way Roger still had that grin on his face which was easily reflected in the blond’s blue eyes.

“Not at all.” Brian replied giving a gentle smile hoping to relieve Jim from that worry creeping in his face, ‘ouff’ Brian groaned when Roger basically slung himself against his side nearly causing the guitar to come off his lap. “I didn’t miss this one bit.” Brian mumbled noticing that shit eating grin on Roger’s face, a whole six weeks of this- he reminded himself.

“Yeah you did mate.” Roger replied and kept his eyes on Jim, “ don’t worry. I’ll keep him in check!” He said almost as if he was the responsible, innocent one and gave a sickly-sweet smile seeing that eye roll from his taller friend; seems like this summer got a little more enthusiasm out of Roger with a familiar face around to annoy.

Again this’ll be out February 17,2024 on AO3 under [Asmodeus_Archives]

[warriorteam1924]

John Deacon - Freddie Mercury 💖💜

[nightoftheland]

Deacury Week 2019

Hello Queen Fandom! In light of the success of the Maycury week and the Poly Queen Week, hosted by @freddie-mercurial and @jessahmewren and @tikiniki  , respectively, I have decided to see if we can show some love to this wonderful ship! I happily present Deacury Week 2019!! Below are some prompts to jump start ideas for the week, but feel free to not use them if other inspiration strikes. All artists and media welcome! I will be making a collection on AO3 called Deacury Week 2019 and the tag here will be #DeacuryWeek2019. Let's have some fun and show this ship some love! 

Sunday, Dec 1

Growing old together 

Waking up in the past 

First time 

Wearing red 

Monday, Dec 2 

Once upon a time...

Dreams 

The hardest thing he’d ever done 

Family 

Tuesday, Dec 3 

“People call him John - not that that’s his name.” 

Modern AU 

Moaning 

The night before 

Wednesday, Dec 4 

Marriage

Three wishes aka genie AU

Breakups 

The morning after 

Thursday, Dec 5 

Desire

Illness 

“I’m so sorry.” 

Lazy Sunday (or any day) cuddles 

Friday, Dec 6 

Sci-fi AU 

Mourning 

Songwriting

Pets  

Saturday, Dec 7 

Holiday Decorations/Lights

Toys 

Gender bent 

Last time 

ps if there is already one of these planned please let me know! I searched and didn’t see one but I may have missed it! <3 

[painandpleasure86]

I see you hungry, I give you meat (DeacuryWeek2019)

A/N: Hi people!! Always late to the party, but here I’m. If u has read the fic that i wrote for day one, the bois were interrupted... But now they can satiate their hungry...

Prompts taken for Day 2 and 3: Dreams and Moaning.

Word count: 1.7k words.

Warning: SMUT! (this isn’t minor zone!) It’s my very first time writing something if this kind completely alone, sorry for the mistakes. Plus, English it’s my 2nd language, so sorry for the typos.

Tag list: @nightoftheland​​ (thank u for hosting this ship week <3) @binkyisonline​​ (one of the strongest Deacury fans that I ever knew :3 something “spicy” to u ) @warriorteam1924​​

Notes:

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! If u liked this fic, reblog this please.

In italic it’s a Fred’s flasback about his feelings before the successes of previous fic.

These dreams were increasingly recurring. Dreams in which he was the owner of his moans, of his pleasure.  Dreams where I could feel all that passion overflowing.  Where both satiated that hunger.  It seemed to be something that would remain there, in his unconscious and that he could only be satisfied on the dream plane, until he noticed some reciprocity.  It was even tender for him to see how John tried to hide his feelings. There were gestures, looks that spoke for itselves.

It was then that Friday, Fred saw him more withdrawn than usual and was encouraged to speak to him after that concert. Because it is well known, off the stage he’s a shy person.

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After the awkward moment they lived in the locker room, the four left the place, each by his side.  That includes the couple.

The bassist is driving to Fred's flat as he can and they arrive at the apartment. They were never in such a hurry to arrive and be at peace as at that time.

“Just in case, disconnect the phone. I don't want absolutely anyone to bother us" says John as they headed to the apartment. He wanted that moment to be just he and Fred, to be able to enjoy it as it deserves.

They arrived and when the singer had just finished closing the door that the youngest pounces on him, putting him against the door and his body.  He begins to kiss him passionately, putting his left hand on fred's waist and his right hand on the back of his friend's head, intertwining his long fingers in that dark hair.  The other, tried to get rid of his lover, but there was no case... Moments later, he succeeded and said "you said you wanted that I should to disconnect the phone... let me do it then."  He walks away and then goes to the phone to disconnect him from the line.  He leans toward the device, leaving his butt standing out.  When Fred disconnects it, still being in th he feels that two hands take his hips and also the touch of a bulge in the middle of his buttcheeks.  He laughs.

"Stand against the wall and quit your platforms" says the brunette between gasps. Meanwhile, he lets his right hand slide to the dark-haired's bulge and starts to caress it.

Between soft laughs, Fred says "Hehehehe, and think that to..." He's interrupted.

"Shhhhh," John said seriously.  "Do it". He loves being the dominant one, from his first time having sex. Today wasn't the exception.

His orders were obeyed.

Once this happened, he leans against the singer's back sliding his right hand back to that bulge and start to caress with more intensity. With his left hand aparted the hair and the shirt's neck and whispered in Fred's left ear "I can play to this too". He kissed that neck with passion, feeling the heartbeats increasing and the temperature raising. A deep sigh escaped.

He unzipped the pants with just one hands and just the underwear was between his hand and that. Left hand, unbuttoning slowly the shirt, caressing that chest and still kissing the neck, but now the right side. He ended to unbutton that shirt and start to quit it very slowly. Meanwhile, he gone from right shoulder, going to the right side of the neck, continuing his way to left side, alternating kisses with tiny licking and soft bites. When the shirt was off, he asked “how are you, my dear?”

“Please…” whispered Freddie.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me”

“Now say the complete phrase”

“w-why…?”

“It’s fun”

“Gosh, I woke a feral beast with just my kisses in your neck”

John smiled and he blushed a little. “Thank you…” That softness gone and he returned to speak in that seductive and playful way. “But. You shouldn’t say something?”

A deep sigh. “Darling, really, really i want that you fuck me please”.

He stopped to provoke him. 

With a naughty smile, he said in his right ear “Good boy” and spanked him softly in the left buttcheek with his left hand.  “Now we are going to the room… and dont quit nothing more! Lemme do it for you”.

Both were in the room. Wasn't too big but yeah so classy, and the bed seemed so comfy to lay.

When he locked the room, said to the another "lay upside down in the bed please." He lied in the middle of the bed, surrounded for some pillows. His head lies with the left side of his face over his two hands, with his brown eyes closed and smiling expecting what his lover will do. The brunette searched the bottle of lube in everyplace of that room… The dark haired laughed in a cute way and say "it's in the first drawer of that bedside table" pointing to the bedside of his left. "Howdy, it really seems like his first time with a guy… I just wanna to teach some things, but he don't…". His thoughts were interrupted for the presence of he, now without his shirt. He lied over his lover, feeling in his bare skin the sensation of the back of his lover. Both smiled in their inside. The brunette, having the bottle of lube in his left hand, said in the right ear of the another "I'll fuck u my dear… But not yet." A kiss in the neck. "I'll tease you a bit more".

"You really love foreplay", the another says smiling.

"Of course… I love see to my partner hungry for me, see their desesperation for pleasure, and see how they react when they finally have what they want" whispered in Fred's ear.

"I'm already hungry for you" confessed the another. "Please, I'm all yours. Do it."

"Hehe… not yet." said the bassist. "Relax and enjoy…"

Letting the bottle of lube near of his hand and now lying in his right side, very near to the singer,  he now it's slowly quitting the pants of the another. After this, the singer tried to reach the zipper of the pants of his partner with his right hand  "I wanna do it too". 

"No no", said smiling mischievously and spanking in the another's butt. 

Later, he start to quit that satin underwear. "Finally" he thought.

Sat in the border of the bed, with his body pointing to his partner, he open the bottle of lube and put some of the content in two of his fingers of the left hand. 

"Are you ready for me?" said looking to that dark eyes.

"Yeah, do it".

Slowly, started to insert the index finger. Always watching to him. "Tell me if hurts"

"Don't hurts. Indeed… I want another finger."

"Not yet."

He introduced a lot of the index already. He starts to move the finger intensely. 

He could listen a deep moan of his partner. "This is just the beginning" thought the bassist , biting his lower lip. 

"Another... finger... please…" said sighing deeply.

After a seconds, the brunette introduced the another finger, the middle one. He start to move both fingers at the same rhythm.

His lover start to moaning with more intensity. 

His fingers goes faster.

More moans.

"GOSH PLEASE FUCK ME. DONT TEASE ME MORE PLEASE."

The satisfaction in the bassist face watching to the another one with a lot of desire for his cock made him precum. "No gosh, I don't want to misfire", he tried to calm himself a bit.

He stand up of the bed and said to the singer then "I'll do. But I don't with this" pointing to his pants and shoes. "You w-"

"Yeah" said the singer incorporating. He goes to the border of the bed. Sitting there, he start to strip to his partner. First the shoes. After unzipping the pants. Quitted. When was turn of the underwear, he grabbed with his right hand that bulge "God, it's so big and hard… can I suck it a bit? Lemme do that…" said watching to the eyes to the bassist.

"Yeah, but just a… AAAAAAAAAH". He just quitted partially the boxers and grabbed the cock with his right hand and introduced it in his mouth. While he was sucking, he continued to quitting the boxers. His partner helped raising one leg at a time. When was finally gone, he grabbed the ass of the bassist and suck that dick like he knows to do it. The younger reclined his head, moaning deeply. Never had a better blowjob.

"Stop. STOP. I'll cum in your mouth if you continue… you don't wanted that I fuck you?".

Fred stopped. 

"Sorry" said a bit shyly.

"Nothing to sorry… gosh that was so good. But that wasn't the plan. Next time, I'll let you carry on" said John.

His partner then posed with his knees on the border of the bed, with his ass up. 

The bassist grabbed again the bottle of lube to lubricate his cock a bit more. Let the bottle in the next bedside table, grabbed that hips with his bare hands and insert his dick slowly. 

The another sighed deeply.

"Perhaps will be short", warned John.

"No problem darling, do it please"

And he start to moving his dick with passion, always grabbing the hips of his lover.

Both moaned.

He goes even faster.

"Gosh I'm so close"

"Me too"

Moments later, both cum.

He stopped to move. 

Trying to recover his breathing, quitted his dick and hugged to the another one. "I love you… I think". 

"Why I think?"

"I don't know… this is so new to me… I just want to rest now with you. I'll think about that later, hehe". 

He left to hug him and now lies in the centre of the bed,and the singer rest his head in the bare chest of John. Tight hugs. He kissing in the forehead of Fred. 

"I loved this." said John.

"Me too.. but next time I want to be top, darling." said Freddie caressing John's chest with his hand.

"Heheh… we will see. For now, that will be just in your dreams".

Both giggled. 

And bit a bit they fell asleep. In the arms of the another.

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At least, part of Fred's dreams come true. Will can be together, as a couple? Time will say that. For now, they had one of their best nights in years.

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If u liked this shitty try of gay smut (& you’re over eighteen), please reblog :3 Thxs for the support... -Lily

[johndykeon]

now everything is easy (cause of you)

written for @nightoftheland's deacury week! sorry it's late!

pairing: john deacon/freddie mercury

rating: M

word count: 1598

summary: John hums, stretching out like a cat in the sun, before slowly relaxing again and staring up at Freddie. Freddie’s eyes are fixed on the television again, his hand still absentmindedly petting John’s hair. John loves him so much it’s overwhelming for a moment.

“Kiss, please,” he says softly.

Freddie blinks down at him before he sighs, playful, bending to kiss him with a smile on his lips.

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Or, John is feeling happy and playful and in love. Freddie is always willing to indulge him.

read it on ao3

[nightoftheland]

I love love love love this!! Thank you so much for participating!!

Only one week for Deacury Week (December 1st - December 7th, I lost the original link for the prompts D:) and i’m so much needy for reading something sweet about them (and also something spicy…). I think this little thing will be the only stuff that I can create for this week but anyone who participates with some fan fiction tag me because I want to read them all! :D

I’m also having a pretty sad time about my illustration. A little mental breack down. And it’s stupid, maybe, but these two are my medicines to feel better…

[sunnymeddows]

“What the fuck happened?” Freddie asked.

“We got drunk, got married, and got the honeymoon suite,” John said.

Inspired by @your-one-day-ecstasy's beautiful @deacuryweek fic, "I Could Fall In Love". Happy belated Deacury Week 2024! Prompt: Las Vegas.

Close-ups:

[alittlesilhouettoofaman]

Read a sneak peek of @ravenclawwitch18 and my Cinderella AU for @deacuryweek! We can't wait for you to read the story, but we hope this tides you over for now.

[deacuryweek]

THREE WEEKS!!!

There are three weeks until DEACURY Week 2024!!! We can't wait to have a great weekend celebrating these two!!

[nightoftheland]

😭😭 I am weeping. This is lovely yet so painful.

Never Sayin' Goodbye

Pairing: Deacury

Summary: After Freddie's death, John thinks about what could have been...

Tags: major angst, death, mention of cheating, pining, depression

Words: 2,068

A/N: What's the best present for your own birthday? A meaty piece of angst! Also, I didn't choose to post it today, it was just the date for the prompt "mourning" for Deacury Week. Hope it hurts you as much as it hurt me while I was writing it! Xx

What John felt after finding out Freddie had passed away was indescribable, but you could say for sure that it was the worst thing he'd ever experienced since his father had died. Back then, he'd had his mum and sister's support, as well as the motivation to look forward and do something with his life that would make his dad proud. But now it was even more painful. Yes, Brian and Roger and many other people who had been close to Freddie were grieving too, but to him, it was vastly different. He'd known for some time he was going to lose his best friend, yet he never gave up hope that a miracle would happen and his life would be saved. It wasn't completely impossible, right? Science constantly developed new medications and ways to cure illnesses, so why not Freddie's?

Though he had looked really sick the last time he'd seen him months ago, he wished it wasn't true and Freddie would show up the next morning, completely healthy and everything would be like before. It didn't happen.

He really was gone and John knew he could never get over it. All those memories were too much to just forget about and unlike Freddie's parents, he would never be able to say it happened and that's okay if his time was over. Freddie was his best friend, his confidant, his soul brother. He was the one who had taken the young man under his wing when he'd joined the band over twenty years ago. He cared for him like a big brother, seemingly protecting him from the world and helping him with his social anxiety whenever he could. Another reason John fell into a deep depression was because he'd always felt more for Freddie than a friend. Ever since the beginning of Queen, he'd been in love with him. Although he'd married Veronica less than four years later, this feeling never faded away. He really loved her, no question, but he couldn't stop feeling about him this way, even during his marriage.

It didn't help much, but he tried to cheer himself up a little by thinking about all the happy moments. Especially that one time they shared a hotel room in Tokyo during their Sheer Heart Attack Tour.

John was just scribbling down some lyrics in his notebook when Freddie came into the room. "Hey Deaky! Oh, sorry," he added quietly upon noticing he was working.

He stepped closer and looked over his shoulder, reading the title. 'You're My Best Friend'. "A song about me? I feel honoured!" He dramatically placed a hand over his heart and laughed before sitting down on the bed next to him.

The bassist only smiled. He wasn't too wrong about that… He continued writing as his friend watched him attentively. "Veronica must be a lucky woman to have you," he nearly sighed, laying back. Or at least it sounded like that to John.

He nodded silently, slowly. "I suppose," he murmured. And another line. Another sickeningly sweet wave of praise. And at last a final stroke, finishing the cheesy ballad before he read through the lyrics once more.

"Do you have a melody in mind yet?" Freddie asked.

"Uh… yeah, I sort of came up with one while learning to play piano," he admitted sheepishly.

"It wasn't that horrible Wurlitzer, was it?"

John joined in the bickering, holding back a grin. "It's not that bad!"

"Anyway," the older man shook his head, letting out a breathy chuckle. "Can I hear it please?"

"We don't have a piano here-"

"No no, I mean," he shifted on the bed, quickly scanning over the lyrics. "Can you sing a bit?"

John really didn't like singing in front of people. He firmly believed he couldn't sing, so he always sang to himself when writing songs. He was very self-conscious of his voice; of course, it was nothing compared to Freddie's or his other bandmates'. But suddenly he felt like he could build up the courage to sing to somebody else. Probably only because it was just him and Freddie. Plus, since he actually dedicated the song to him, he deserved to hear those words directly from him instead of singing them himself and leaving everything to the imagination. He thought it would be more meaningful than just playing the melody on the electric piano.

"Alright." He nodded, earning a smile from his friend.

At first, he was really quiet, rather humming the melody than singing. Glancing up the older man, who gave him an encouraging nod, he finally started to actually sing. It was only now that he noticed how fitting the lyrics were as he practically sang the song to the person he had written it for. Just the two of them, sitting on the bed in their hotel room. There wasn't any less space between them than usual, yet it felt like they were closer than ever before in this moment.

God, how much he wanted to tell him, 'This is your song. I wrote it for you and I mean every single word of it.' But the lump in his throat didn't allow him to do so when he was done. He swallowed it and finally looked up into Freddie's eyes. "Do you like it?"

"No, I love it!" He smiled genuinely, blinking. "Really, it's a lovely song. That's a sweet thing to do for Ronnie…" he trailed off. "Has she heard it yet?"

John shook his head and his heart was beating faster. If only he knew that he hadn't, in fact, written it for her. Now his eyes couldn't leave Freddie's deep brown ones. He was captivated. Hopefully, he'd understand who it was really for after he didn't give a proper reply to his assumptions that the song was for Veronica.

He had a feeling Freddie's face had gotten closer and all of a sudden, he felt a warm hand cupping his cheek and soft lips crashing into his. Although he had no idea what was happening, his eyes instinctively fluttered shut. Barely hesitating, he kissed him back, their lips moving in sync for a few seconds before Freddie abruptly pulled away, presumably realizing what they were doing.

His eyes nervously drifted from one side of the room to the other, desperate to avoid the younger man's face. His voice was shaky, his eyes were wet with tears and John immediately felt bad for possibly initiating this. "I-I'm really sorry, John! I shouldn't have done this, I- You're married! Oh God, this was so wrong!"

Yes, it was wrong, but it felt so right! John didn't even have time to say a word as Freddie stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He only wanted to tell him it's okay and he shouldn't feel guilty because he let him. He couldn't bear to see his best friend getting hurt, but what made it even more insufferable was that they were both equally hurt and Freddie didn't know.

For the following weeks - months even - they kept pretending that nothing had happened, but there definitely were some changes. Neither of them really knew how to feel about the other and what the other felt. Still, they tried to make everything not forgotten, but get along just as well as before. It wasn't like they'd gotten into a fight or something, they'd just left that incident not talked about when they clearly should have had.

They started working on the new album in summer and as they were recording Freddie's vocals for "You're My Best Friend", he always held eye contact with with John. The look in his eyes seemed to be an apology for what had happened the first time he'd heard the song. But the way he sang the lyrics made it sound so beautiful that the younger man was beginning to think it was intentional and Freddie was trying even harder to convey the message of the song than usual. He even asked for more takes because he wasn't quite happy with the sound of certain parts here and there. But the more times he sang it, the more melancholic John got. Sure, it was a happy song and he appreciated that Freddie wanted to make it perfect, but he was getting anxious. Anxious about that one time he presented his song to his best friend, who also happened to be the one the song was dedicated to. What should he have done? Not kissed him back and let him believe he had no interest in him? Get him to stay, thus cheating on his pregnant wife? To be honest, neither way was a good solution.

The next song on the list was "Love of My Life", a song by Freddie. When asked who it was written for, he replied, "No one."

John believed it - until he paid special attention to the lyrics and started interpreting the meaning. Especially 'You've broken my heart and now you leave me' hit him hard. Did this have something to do with him? He was pretty sure it did. He had broken his heart, yes, but Freddie was the one who had left him after the kiss… He doubted it was about anyone else, given the circumstances. By the way, it couldn't have been a coincidence that Freddie occasionally shot him a kind of sad glance while singing. Once he finished the song, he asked, "How was that, Deaky?"

He gulped and nodded, giving him a slightly forced smile. "It- it's good! I like it." John really did, but something about this situation made him sick. Suddenly, he was miserable for making Freddie feel this way. Did he mean it that he was the love of his life? Because if so, he felt the same for him. But what if he just misinterpreted the lyrics and it was actually completely out of context?

"Excuse me," he murmured before rushing outside. His head was spinning and he leaned against a wall in the corridor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down.

Only Roger followed fifteen minutes later to ask if he was okay. "I'm fine, d-don't worry," he said, trying to act normal, but the tear stains on his cheeks betrayed him.

The blond frowned and nodded slowly. "Talk to me if you need to, okay?" He patted his shoulder and went back inside, leaving John alone with his abstruse thoughts.

The following years, John constantly tried to get Freddie back, even though he wasn't exactly getting him 'back', as they'd never been dating. He just wanted him to give him a second chance. In the meantime, Veronica had found out about his secret feelings for his best friend and although there were some arguments and crying, she'd eventually accepted it. They still loved each other and didn't even consider a divorce, but John thought it would be unfair not to let his wife know, so he'd rather told her before anything serious happened.

However, his efforts didn't seem to impress the older man much. He figured Freddie was beginning to think of him as a brother again and there was nothing he could do about that. His hopes sunk lower and lower, but especially when he was introduced to Jim, Freddie's new partner, the tiny part of him that had thought it was possible they'd ever get together was gone too. He was a nice guy and he got along well with him, yet he was incredibly jealous that he was in the place John had wanted to be in for years.

What had started out as a happy memory turned into a sad one pretty quickly. John squeezed his eyes shut, the tears not seeming to stop falling. He felt devastated, guilty and angry all at the same time. Why hadn't he just told him when he'd had the chance? Maybe their relationship would have worked and he would have still been alive then… He was tearing up, his heart shattering into a million little pieces. Anywhere he'd go, he would always see his face or hear his voice, his name, people talking about him. The love of his life, his best friend.

In two decades, John had never managed to say those three words. He had never gotten to tell Freddie how he really felt about him. And now he would never know...

[breakyweek]

With three weeks left until Deacury Week 2024, we wanted to revisit the prompts!

Day 2—3rd August

Line: “Are you flirting or starting a fight?”

Song: “Dancer”

AU: Sci-Fi

Trope: Hate to Love You