#gwylim lee fluff

[likesomekindofcheese]

if you haven't already, family headcanons for the borhap boys? 💞

You bet!!!! I need some indulgent, distracting fluff right now! 

Also, I will assume that by “family’ you mean “starting a family with the BohRap boys” ie them as dads. Please let me know if it’s not what it is!

So if your life involved starting a family with...

Rami

He would spoil that child rotten

It’s not even funny- every shopping trip even to fetch groceries (or from someone getting him groceries bc of the press) he will insist on getting your baby some kind of little snack or toy or new shoes or socks.

When you say no, he widens and then droops his eyes like a puppy and says “pleeeeease!”

His family loves to come over and play and even babysit when you both are busy. His mom knows several lullabies and they plan on teaching the baby everything about coming to America when its old enough.

Though introducing the baby to his twin brother, Sami, was a different deal.

Sami decided to be as clean-shaven as his brother when he first stopped by for dinner, and the reaction on your baby's face was priceless.

It kept looking between Sami and Rami with a slack jaw as if thinking “you’re dad...but you’re also dad....who is dad????”

When the baby is about two years old they always insist on running and hugging Rami every time they see him and it’s adorable.

Joe

First off, you bet he would get a baby carrier the day after the baby arrived and wear it with the child all the time!

Even walking around NYC with sunglasses (and matching sunglasses for the kid) and a fanny pack full of bottles, supplies, diapers, etc.

Though, when he has to look after the little one, he likes to make funny faces to make the baby laugh.

After a few years pass, he has conversations even though the child can only speak in little words or baby talk.

“Uh-oh!” “That was just half a sippy cup of orange juice but that is an uh-oh indeed!”

When the kid is four years old, he shows them Jurassic Park (covering their ears during the swear words!). But they don’t realize Tim is dad!!! And when he says so they don’t believe him!

Plus he would love playing with the kid- from letting them climb all over to “broccoli punching” them to dressing up in a tutu and pretending to be fairy princesses with the child!

He also plays bass for them, like singing a little lullaby when they can’t sleep.

Gwilym

Gwil would definitely cry tears- actual, large, salty tears- when the baby arrives. He would hold it in silence, almost awe.

Then he would just say “hi there...I’m your dad. I’ve waited for you for a long time and now...I just...” and then kiss its forehead.

He would document every “first” the kid does. And keep it in a special notebook.

Though he would love to swing the baby and hum little songs to it all the time. In fact, when the baby first says “dada” he calls his parents in excitement.

That polite little kid would always say “tank you dada,” in the cutest voice.

When it's old enough, you all go hiking and camping together! Often roasting marshmallows by a fire!

He would always read to the child even though your child has a tendency to always ask “why” to everything.

The child would also hang out with him while watching soccer or rugby games- albeit sometimes with a coloring book if they don’t get into it. But as long as their dad gets them a hot chocolate and explains it a little bit they don’t mind!

Ben

I think Ben would be the protective type of dad. Almost helicopter levels at the beginning!

“Oh no you don’t! If you’re going down the slide! Daddy has to go with you!”

But he would love to play with the baby- tossing it lightly up and down but catching it.

When they are older, he loves swinging your child under his arms. He moves around and they wriggle and kick and giggle and he can’t help but smile.

When the kid is old enough- they learn they can Facetime with daddy when he’s filming and show him their drawings or what they’re reading or playing with.

But the kid is also fascinated by playing drums from banging spoons on pots in the kitchen and Ben insists they take a few lessons- soon.

Sometimes he also plays “make-believe” like Joe, though Ben is always the dragon or monster the kids has to fight, and then he has to “play dead.” and it’s hysterical!

And when he arrives home from filming- they always make a big sign on the house saying “welcome home daddy!” with a crayon and marker used drawing of your child and Ben!

Taglist: @queenlover05 @stardust-killer-queen

[queen-paladin]

How I Loved You, How I Cried

Context: Gwiylim Lee x F! Reader. A few minutes after your virginity loss to Gwilym and their first night together, (Y/N) feels the courage to confess something personal from her past to him and let him know about a personal trauma... Angst/Fluff

CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of sex, swearing, sexual assault, not the world’s best grammar.

(I have been a fanfiction reading stan on this site for months and now it is my turn to share what I myself wrote! Hello there! This is the not the first fanfic I have ever written, but definitely the first Bohrap cast fanfiction I have written. The original came in two parts and I am hesitant to post the first one with the actual v-card loss and sexytimes in it, unless asked for so maybe ? a ? oneshot ? I would personally love to thank the support I have gotten for this decision to post my own Bohrap/Queen writing online. I will give copyrights to @theborhapboysawakenedmywhatever for a little bit of inspiration in the beginning from the Aftercare headcanons. Also tagging @sohoneyspreadyourwings and @musicalprostitue for the encouragement today...so here we go! Other fics to come soon!

Also, I read or saw somewhere Gwilym was Cassio in Othello in a stage production at some point, but if I am wrong, let me know immediately and I will fix it. And if I am right, someone please say so and tell me what other Shakespeare he has done. Because I am curious. Maybe it may play into some future fics *wink*)

You lie panting for a little bit, now that the climax has tizzied away. You hear Gwil next to you, doing the same. You start to get up on your elbows.

“Let me go get you-”

“Oh no, you don’t have to. You’re the one new to this. Please let me take care of you, let me hold you.”

“Okay.”

He pulls a soft, grey blanket scrunched in a corner of the duvet and wraps it over you like a cape. You feel one of his arms scoop under you and the other around you and you do the same. He nuzzles his face in your hair and you in his chest, smelling his soap. Both of you silently play footsie for a bit, giggling like children for a second. He’s so tall you had to stretch your toes to reach his until you give up and use part of your foot to gently poke his shin.

“How was I?” you ask.

“You were incredible, Y/N”

“Thank you, for everything you did for me tonight” you say, nuzzling his chest a bit. 

“You’re welcome” he says. You feel his hand reach your back and trace bits of your spine and ribs. You start to lightly tickle what chest hairs you see and trace figure eights.

“Fy cariad bach, my little goddess, Rydych yn hardd, my sweet bird” he whispers.

Eventually he lets go and you feel a bit of coolness. The blanket drapes off some of him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Gwil goes to put on some blue boxers and offers you some of his that can fit you and an old, white t-shirt. It’s not your most fashionable look, but neither of you care. 

A sudden urge hits you. If you don’t talk about it now, you don’t think you ever will.

“Now that we’ve done this, Gwilym...” you say. He perks a bit at the mention of his fuller name. 

“There’s something I’d like to tell you. But could you hold me again while I talk about it...I mean, like spoon me?” you ask. It would be easier if you couldn’t feel the pressure to make eye contact or see his face.

“Yes”

You turn over to face the wall and the bedside desk. A couple of the leftover rose petals tumble in your hair and a couple rest in your peripheral vision. He was so sure you were comfortable tonight he made the effort to decorate the bed with rose petals. You feel his arms wrap around your stomach and his chin on your head. You take a deep breath, enjoying the moment. Outside,birds are chirping a little in the night. A fan in the room was turned on in the midst of the scramble for comfy clothes and it purrs and blows cool air. You take five seconds to enjoy it before you begin.

 “I told you I am-was a virgin. And it’s true. But only technically true. Everything I am about to tell you really happened. Please believe me.”

You sigh deeply. Then you feel ready to relive it one more time.

“There was another boy. He was my cousin. It was Easter and the family were all together after church. When everyone was preoccupied, he took me to the guest bedroom. He asked me to take my clothes off. I did. Then he took off his. He led me to the closet and turned off the lights. It was pitch dark and I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel. I don’t even remember much. I was in such shock. I’ve kept blocking it from my mind. I remember his...his penis touching me, though. I was lying on the floor and he was doing something like push ups over me. I don’t know if he went into me or not. I don’t remember. I felt so uncomfortable I cried and begged him to stop. He did. We got out and dressed and he told me not to tell anyone. I’ve only told my immediate family and the odd counselor or rare friend and now you.”

You pause for a little to let it soak in. You hear that he has no comment yet to say. Maybe he is taking it in. Then you decide to include the last, and most important detail.

“I was nine years old.”

There is a pause even stiller than before.

“And at the time, I didn’t even know what sex was at the time, much less what happened to me.”

Your heart is picking up speed again. At once you feel relief that you don’ t have to hide or bury this burden with your boyfriend anymore. But at the same time, here you were, out in the open. Nowehere to hide. After all, moments before you decided to reveal your naked body to him. Now it seemed as if he saw your own inner nakedness and was waiting for his verdict.

“Do you believe me?” you ask.

“I do”

You feel his arms tense up a little bit. Almost in anger, almost to keep you secure.

“Oh my god...that bastard...that’s horrible.”

You feel a couple of tears well up. The pain and confusion and loss that hit you years ago has returned. It returns every time you recount it.

“I was so scared...You would think that I was so inexperienced you would be bored and tired of me or that...that I was ...was damaged goods. Either way, I wasn’t good enough, especially not for you.”

“No, no, not at all.” he insists. You give yourself permission to cry for a bit.

“The whole damaged goods thing is just old-fashioned bullshit” Gwilym insists “ And even if you were inexperienced, if you wanted anything or needed help, I could help you. You were wonderful just now, cariad. I had a wonderful hour I will never forget.”

You feel him gently turn around. By this point, there have been more tears wiping off what makeup you have put on for tonight. The little blemishes on your face and eyes are revealed. It almost makes you cry more, since you are worried this is the most unattractive you seem in front of Gwil. You decide  to look at him in his blue eyes and continue rambling. More things, things you have rearely talked about, begin unpiling.

“I sometimes wonder if I led him on-”

“A nine year old girl? If a man or any guy is turned on by a nine year old girl, he’s the one with a problem.” He wipes away a couple tears with his hands. He cups your face with all the gentleness in the world.

“I can’t imagine what it was like or how it is like. But it was not your fault. You didn’t even bloody know what was happening. He was just some prick who took advantage of a child. That’s the nicest thing I can say about him.”

Gwil begins to wipe a few more tears that fall down from your cheeks. Even with your bare, blemished face, reddened and scrunched from crying, he loves you deeply.

“Three words from me, and Rami, Ben and Joe would have a man hunt for him. I think Lucy would especially enjoy parading around town waving your cousin’s head on a spike”

You smile, both of you chuckling at the image. You move over and kiss him softly, in gratitude.

“That’s why I thank you. Because for years, I hated the idea of sex once I learned about it. If I ever got aroused, I hated myself and called myself a slut and a whore. The idea of a wedding night felt like an execution to me. I had my first boyfriend, he loved that I was virtuous or whatever but whenever he hugged or wanted to kiss me, I was a little terrified. And it showed. He was mad that I wouldn't let him touch me. He broke up with me before we could even kiss. I felt like if I wasn’t the way I was, if I wasn’t such a prude when it came to those kinds of things, he would have stayed with me.”

“Honestly, the whole prude idea can go to hell. No one should be rushed or humiliated into anything they aren’t ready for” he whispers.

You flinch, wondering how Gwil would feel with you talking about past relationships. But he is still. His eyes are crying a little bit too. One hand is wrapped around to caress you and the other still holding your cheek.

“Then I met you.” you say. “And I agreed to date you. And be your girlfriend. You never do anything without asking me first. And whenever I let you, I feel good. Warm. Safe. Loved. I decided it was right to make my sex debut with you. It felt...natural. I actually wanted to do it...And there’s no one else on earth I would rather have it be, than you.”

Gwil hugs you tighter and peppers you with loving kisses. He is now smiling, in spite of the tears both of you have shed, starting to dry.

“Y/N, you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. I promise to you, now, you are always safe with me, especially in here. You have no reason to hide. It is never easy to live with this, but I will be with you and help you every step of the way. I love you so much. And I will always protect you. Even though it still haunts you, just know, at least, even when it feels unbearable, know I am here. And I adore you. And you are safe” Gwil says, leaving a slow, romantic, tender kiss on your lips. You both begin to smile again through it.

After a moment, he fetches you both a glass of water. Crying always made both of you thirsty, and now that your deepest emotions are released, the water replenishes. You ask him about his experience with Shakespeare and if there are some of the Shakespeare lines he still remembers and you fall asleep safe in Gwil’s arms, bits of Cassio’s lines from Othello lulling you both to peace. 

[wannawritefast]

Whiplash: Chapter 1- Playing Defense

A/N: Hey, y’all. I know the prologue didn’t get a whole lot of attention but I’ve written a substantial amount for this and I am VERY proud of how much I’ve written and what I’ve written. Also, huge shoutout to @andtheswordwentsnickersnack​ for beta reading this beast of a fic that I’ve been working on for WAYYYY too long LMAO...

Pairing: BoRhap!Brian May x fem!Reader

Prologue

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, awful men, sexism

You loved your family. Really, you did.

But there were times, and many times they were, that you would have been more comfortable ripping your own hair out strand-by-strand than having to sit through another session of verbal abuse.

You weren’t entirely certain what you had done, if anything, to deserve such discrimination from your grandfather, father, and brother amongst a few cousins and uncles. It was like 3 generations of men in your family had decided to use you as a verbal punching bag.

You still vividly remembered the time you had told them that you didn’t particularly appreciate how they talked to you. They laughed right in your face and told you to grow a thicker skin. That Y/l/n’s were a tougher breed than most and that if you couldn’t handle it then maybe you weren’t of their blood.

October break wasn’t any different. Your family had met up for your annual dinner together aside from Christmas.

“And what about you? When are you going to settle down, Y/n?” your grandfather quipped after shoveling a spoonful of mashed potatoes. “I want some great-grandbabies!”

Before you could even open your mouth in response your brother, James, chimed in. “I wouldn’t count on anyone banging her anytime soon.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “would you look at who’s talking?” James grumbled to himself and threw a pea at you which you successfully evaded. You turned your head to address your grandfather. “And I’m not your only grandchild. You have a grandson too, you know.”

You nodded toward your brother and your grandfather hardly even blinked at the last sentence. He either didn’t hear you or didn’t care. Proof that he used any and every opportunity to undermine you. Your grandfather scoffed and mumbled to himself gruffly.

You practically heard your father’s eye roll. “Your career is only so fulfilling.”

“Dad, I’m an astrophysicist and a damn good one, I’d like to think. If my career wasn’t fulfilling enough, I’d be seriously questioning all of the time and money I spent at university writing my thesis and graduating top 5 in my year.” You took a bite out of your roll. Why did you have to defend yourself every time you came home? It was exhausting!

“I’m just saying that you aren’t fully happy until you’ve settled down.”You rolled your eyes at your father. You didn’t have the time to focus on your love life. You barely had time to do your studies as it was. Furthermore, no man you had met seemed to like you after finding out you were an astrophysicist. Nobody seemed to click with you well.

“Why do I need more than my career to be fulfilled in life?” You asked seriously.The whole table laughed at your question. Even the kiddie table laughed but it was just hive mind reflex. You certainly did want to get married and have a family someday but you were making a point to your father. Who was he to dictate what made you happy?

“Please, Y/n,” James piped up again, “that’s what lonely people say to feel better about themselves.”

Ouch. That one stung more than you should have let it. You took a drink to keep yourself from letting a tear roll.

“Who ever said that she’s single?” Your sister spoke suddenly. You coughed and sputtered on your drink. Your neck turned to Donna so swiftly that you probably could have snapped it.

“Are you implying that my eldest daughter is dating a boy,” your mother raised her brows at you conspiratorially, “and didn’t tell me? Is it that smart, goofy boy you fancied at university for the longest time?” She couldn’t seem to keep a grin from spreading across her face.You flushed red at her question. Nobody needed to know that. Except now they did because you were, apparently, no longer single. Everybody at the table locked their eyes on you, muttering to each other. You looked at your sister in panic.

“Go on,” her voice cracked and she cleared her throat before bringing her cup to her lips. “Tell them about your boyfriend.”

Gee thanks… She had just started digging you into a hole.“Wait just a second! Let’s rewind a moment.” James questioned incredulously. “My sister, the stick in the mud astrophysicist, has a boyfriend? Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

“It’s not relevant who I may or-” you looked at your sister pointedly; she fiddled with her fork “-may not be dating.” The fact that James wasn’t buying it was making you quite nervous. You were more offended though than anything. “Is it really so hard to believe that I’d be dating someone?”

“Yes!”

“Believe it, James” Donna insisted, pointing her fork at him. Put down your damn shovel!

“Have you banged him?” Your brother asked in the silence.

You picked up your drink and splashed him in the face. Your mother softly scolded you for your actions but you were completely unapologetic for what James more than deserved. How you shared the same DNA with such a tool was beyond you… 

“That is hardly your business,” you snipped. You turned and stared down Donna. You were going to have to tell them the truth…

“Ok, that’s quite enough,” your mother stopped everything. Oh, thank the Lord. “We’re here to talk about your sister not her boyfriend.” Thank you, mother. “She’ll just have to bring him over for Christmas!”

You stood up from your chair and it scraped along the floor. What had you done…“That’s ridiculous! What if he wants us to spend time with his family for Christmas?” Why were you even going along with this? Why were you defending your hypothetical boyfriend?

“Then you can split the time between the two!”

“What if he doesn’t want to meet you guys yet?” You suggested. This hole is getting awfully big, Y/n. “Meeting parents is a big deal!” The statement came out as more of a question than a defense. You were honestly hoping for one, just one, objection to stick. “I don’t want to scare him off.”

“Who wouldn’t want to meet us?” Your mother asked. You resisted the urge to answer the question.

“Well, what if we’re not even together anymore by that time?”

“Wow, you really can’t hold onto a man for that long, Y/n? It seems to me like you would have been making this whole thing up if you are ‘broken up’ by then.” James finished wiping his face with a napkin after his encounter with your drink. You locked eyes with him. He was onto you.

“I’m not making this up,” you lied. Apparently you hadn’t put down your shovel yet either.“Then bring him home for Christmas,” James challenged. “Otherwise we’ll know it's a lie.”

Your family was on the edge of their seats and, for the time being, the logistics of the challenge didn’t matter. You were fed up with your brother constantly tearing you down. You were tired of your father not being pleased with anything you did. And you were exhausted by your grandfather’s insistence that you were nothing more than a source for great-grandkids. You got no respect at work and you certainly didn’t get any damn respect at home.

And so you did it. You extended your arm toward your stupid brother’s stupid hand and grasped it firmly with a shake.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, brother dearest.”

[{...}]

Eventually the extended family left and you went to your sister’s bedroom since you were sharing the room and the bed for break.

“Why in the bloody hell would you do something like that?!” You lowered your voice so that your family, more specifically James, wouldn’t hear you. Your sister sat on the bed cross-legged, fiddling with the ends of her hair.

“I’m sorry!” Donna yelled. You shushed her as you brushed your hair. “I couldn’t just watch. James crossed a line with that comment. I just wanted to wipe that stupid smile off of his dumb face.”

“Watch your language, why don’t you?” You teased. She rolled her eyes at you. “But I was fine, honestly. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be!” You hissed at Donna to be quiet again. “It was nice for them to shut up for a few moments and see you as a normal human being.”

Your heart was warm but you were in a state of complete panic. “That’s such a sweet sentiment in such a terrible circumstance!” You dug your fingers into your temples and threw yourself onto the bed. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just go up to a guy and say ‘I need you to be my fake boyfriend because my sister dug me into a bloody hole’! You know I can barely get guys to talk to me on a casual basis!” Your voice dropped in volume, no louder than a whisper. “What makes you think that I can get one to play my boyfriend?” You let out a frustrated sigh.

“I honestly did not foresee the consequences of my actions and I am very sorry.”

“Do you think?” You growled to yourself. “Bloody hell… what am I going to do?”

Your sister scratched the back of her neck. “I mean, you have time… It is only October…”

“But I’m going to have to find someone eventually… if I find one.” You gnawed on a fingernail.

“You’ll be fine!” Donna breathed. She curled herself into the blankets next to you. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Yeah…,” you inhaled deeply, “and I’ve got time…”

[like-the-wings-of-butterflies]

Smitten (John Deacon x Taylor! Reader)

Summary: Your brother Roger invites you to meet his bandmates and it seems the bassist has caught your eye

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,433

Requested By: @not-john-watsons-blog - Hey love! If you have time, could I request something? Like maybe something where the reader is Roger's sister (but like very different personality, a lot quieter and more relaxed lol) and he brings her into the studio and everyone thinks she's gonna be another Roger but then she's very different and Deaky kinda starts to get a crush on her and it's cute fluffiness from there. Does that make sense? Lol. Also if you don't have time, no worries! Thanks for your time :)

A/N: This is literally months overdue but thank you so much being my first ever requested fic! My biggest apologies for taking so incredibly long but I promised you I’d write it so I hope this is something similar to what you had in mind ♡

“What if they don’t like me Rog?”

“Oh shut up would you? They’re going to love you.” Roger promised somewhat irritatedly as he kept his eyes on the oncoming traffic; growing tired of your repetitive ‘what if’ scenarios.

The nervous anticipation grew heavier in your stomach as you rolled into the studio’s parking lot. These were up-and-coming musicians you were about to meet; not only that, but your brother’s up-and-coming best friend musicians. Although you knew Roger was hardly one to waste his time on people who were unkind or brash, in addition to his constant reassurance, part of you still feared his bandmates wouldn’t like you.

For Roger’s sake, you wanted to make a good impression. God did you want to make a good impression.

“I promise it’s going to be fine.” Roger vowed sincerely, giving you a final reassuring hug before swinging open the door to the band’s assigned room.

- - - - - - - - - -

Roger didn’t speak of you often but when he did, his face always lit up in sincere adoration of his younger sibling. Much like Brian and Freddie, John knew very little about you except for the fact that you were studying at the University of West London and Roger had two years on you, making you the same age as him.

As much as he tried to convince himself otherwise and although he felt bad for making assumptions, John realised he already had a preconceived opinion of you. He expected you to be exactly like Roger; loud and extroverted. It wasn’t that he disliked Roger - he felt quite the opposite actually - but one Roger was simply enough. If you were anything like he expected you to be, the pair of you would only rile each other up, two marginally chaotic and excitable siblings making little room for productivity.

Your awkward wave and quiet: “It’s lovely to meet you all.” following Roger’s introduction was all it took for John to retract his assumptive statements. You hid somewhat behind Roger before Freddie bounded over, gushing over you and doing his best to make you feel welcome. John felt slightly more at ease when he discovered Brian felt similarly to what he did, but Freddie was a bit more open-minded and convinced them to at least give you a chance. Now he was glad he did.

John always thought that love at first sight was for suckers, at least - he used to. You were absolutely gorgeous. The good looks ran in the family it seemed, you donning the same bright smile that got Roger any girl he wanted.

He didn’t realise he was starting until you quietly coughed and gingerly offered your hand to him, which he took quickly to hide his embarrassment.

“John,” He spoke through a comfortable smile. “John Deacon.”

- - - - - - - - - -

Not wanting your presence to interrupt the group, you spent the morning sitting quietly in the back of the mixing room, enjoying the process. You quietly offered your thoughts and advice from time to time which the boys seemed to find helpful and you were elated when they showed you a few of the completed songs for the upcoming album.

Watching you interact with others allowed Brian, Freddie and John to see how you couldn’t be more unlike your brother. You shared the same unique flare, but for the most part, your personalities were largely different. While he was loud and extroverted, you were calmer and far more down to earth. You contrasted Roger’s personality almost entirely, yet while together you complimented each other, sharing deep bond that didn’t go unnoticed.

- - - - - - - - - - -

One way or another, when you returned to the studio after a short lunch break, you found the recording booth completely empty, save for John behind the mixing deck. He had his back turned to you, busily plucking the strings of his bass over a halfway finished recording of a song you vaguely remember Roger referring to as: ‘Stone Cold Crazy’.

As the chorus came around, he began humming the lyrics to himself and bopping his head to the beat. John was yet to notice your presence, seemingly too engrossed in the music to take any notice. When he began dancing on the spot, you giggled quietly to yourself as you watched him, quickly snapping a hand over your mouth as your realised your mistake.

His head turned to face you quickly, he smiled shyly as his eyes met yours before turning back to pause the playback in a desperate attempt to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.

“Sorry (Y/N), I didn’t even realise you came in.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of head.

‘How embarrassing’ He cursed silently to himself.

“No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have crept up on you.” You apologised profusely, before taking a seat on one of the sofas and sifting through the various magazines on a side table, allowing him to practice in peace. As much as you would’ve loved to speak to him a bit more, you were at the studio as a guest after all, the least you could do was actually let him do his job.

And although you didn’t necessarily mean to watch him over the edge of the magazine for the next ten or so minutes, you found you couldn’t help doing so anyway. There was something about him that brought on the all-too-familiar feeling of butterflies to your stomach, making you feel like a giddy teenager when he said your name.

Once he’d played the final note on the third repeat of the song, you noticed how stagnant his movements were since you made your presence known. Instead he stood still, looking down at his bass with his back turned to you.

“I didn’t stop you from dancing did I?” You squeaked apologetically.

“No not at all,” He lied, lifting the strap over his head and placing the instrument on a nearby stand, “Just focusing on not messing up in front of you.” He laughed, taking a seat across from you and doing his best to not embarrass himself.

“I hope not, it was cute.” You mused, shocking yourself with the random spurt of confidence in your being and coming to terms with the fact that you actually said that, quickly becoming a bright shade of red.

Stunned, his lips parted lightly and his eyebrows raised in surprise, the hue of his cheeks tinting to match yours as he ran a hand over his face. He was a man of few words as is, preferring to catalyse his feelings into his music, but you; you well and truly took his breath away.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The remainder of the day passed by swiftly, largely spent sharing spare moments talking with John, and before you knew it the sun had begun to set on the London skyline and your day at the studio had come to an end.

“Come back soon okay?” Freddie beamed mid-hug while Brian - who you’d already said goodbye to - stood in the doorway talking with Roger about god knows what. After promising Freddie you’d come back as soon as Roger allowed it, you turned to John.

“It was nice meeting you John, I hope to see you around.” You smiled earnestly.

“You too (Y/N).” He responded before pulling you into an embrace of his own. When you pulled away, his hands fumbled around in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a pen and a small square of paper, quickly scribbling down a series of numbers before folding it and handing it to you.

“I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I didn’t give you my number now would I?” He flirted adventurously, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before Roger turned around.

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“Can I come back tomorrow?”

Roger laughed to himself, “I take it you enjoyed their company then?”

“Thoroughly.” You nodded with a childish grin plastered on your face, the skin on your cheek tingling as you fiddled with the folded paper held tightly in your grasp.

“As much as I give you my blessing, you surprised me back there,” Roger interrupted as he skipped down the steps of the studio entrance, a cheeky smirk playing on his lips as he spun the car keys around his finger.

You looked at him with a furrowed brow, silently encouraging him to finish his thought as you slipped into the leather-clad passenger seat. His smile only brightened as he gestured to the concealment in your palm, hidden away from his knowing eyes, “I always thought Brian was more your type.”

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[wowitsqueen]

I made a Queen Dating Sim!!  “Find Me Somebody To Love: A Queen dating sim”

DISCLAIMER: this isn’t a real game. I’m sorry :((

This was inspired by my love for DDLC and X Readers. Doki Doki Literature Club, except it’s Queen and no one tries to kill each other

Imagine, Queen songs play while player interacts with the members then you get to read the songs they wrote and end up in routes. 

aaaaa this took me a week to make. Sorry, the textbox seem inconsistent. I only used MS paint for the text box. 

anyway pls enjoy this. aaaaaaa

Also, big thanks to @theoddowldoodle for helping me with the script!

I used the Queen font from this website. 

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Soulmates through music; Brian May x reader

Okay everyone, now from the last Rock Angel part I know I had a lot of hearts broken and spirits crushed so along with the recent Freddie fic I just posted which I hope you all read and comment, I present to you my 2nd Brian May x reader fic. This time it has ALL THE FLUFFY FEELS that should hopefully mend the heartache that was “A family torn apart”.

Now one thing I should add is the fact I’ve put the reader as Tim’s sister, you know the first lead singer of Smile before he went to join Humpy Bong. The idea of putting the reader as Tim’s sister has crossed my mind more than once and I’ve yet to come across a fic with that description so I thought, what the hell I’ll give it a shot. And I may include a part 2&3 but that’s all I’ve had in mind for it, but first I’ll see how I am with time.

So warnings are FLUFF, FLUFF & yes MORE FLUFF, makeout sessions, Paul Prenter (yes he’s a warning as usual), bit of swearing but overall it’s as FLUFFY as you can imagine. OH ONE LAST THING AND THIS IS IMPORTANT SO LISTEN UP!!!!

I have linked a video towards the end for Brian May singing “Love of my Life.” Please please please please please PLEASE listen to that song cause it will help the story move along. I promise you. Okay hope you enjoy loveies :)

*PS AN 3-23-19*

For those who don’t know, I’ve made a little oneshot sequel to this story. Pt.3 is already done and complete, idk when I’ll do pt.2 so that way this short little mini-series can be marked as complete but for those interested until I get the time to do pt.2 have a read of this and I hope you all enjoy this next little continuation :)

Part 1.5      Part 2      Part 3       Part 4

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*1970*

It was like any other Smile performance. Brian, Roger, Tim and I were playing at the pub, oh I’m getting a head of myself, the name is (y/n) Staffell, the keyboardist/pianist and sometimes tambourine player of Smile, but by day I do my mammalogy studies specifically in regard to carnivora species of the Eutheria subclass. In English that means I focus more on the studies of big cats, canines and bears.  

And yes as you can tell by my last name, Tim is unfortunately my older brother.  The relationship between us is…..well it’s strained at best but it’s not violent or toxic or anything like that but, we don’t get along half the time.

But he knew my potential of the piano ever since I was 3 years old I’ve been playing and I knew how to make a good rhythm or match harmony to melodies to some of the songs that Smile does.  When Brian and Roger came on board in the band, the three of us became rather close, best friends you could say, hell maybe family.

Once Brian’s guitar solo came up and he had the chance to shine, Roger and I joined behind him and the three of us made a sound so magnificent and full of rock and roll, I felt like it would be deserving of the heavens.  That is of course until Tim came back in singing and playing the bass guitar.

By the end of the show, our classmates and other young college kids applauded and my brother said into the mic.

“Thank you all. We are Smile. Goodnight everybody!” After the show I shook out my hands and flexed my fingers in and out and that’s when Roger asked me.

“You alright (y/n)?”

“Yeah just overdid it on that solo, always makes my wrists cramp up as well as my fingers. Thank god I didn’t miss a key though.”

“I thought you did amazing.” Said Brian.  I turned to him and smiled softly and thanked him.

However as the night went on, things only got worse as my idiot brother told us of this opportunity with a new band.

“Humpy Bong?” Brian said.

“Humpy Bong. There’s going places, there’s gonna be big.”

“Humpy Bong. Are you joking?” snapped Roger.

“Don’t do it Tim.” Brian begged.

“I’m sorry guys but we’re not going anywhere with this. What college gigs? Pubs? I’ve gotta give it a go. Come on (y/n) let’s go.”

“I’m not going.” I stated firmly.  Tim turned toward me holding his bass and he said.

“Don’t be an idiot (y/n). I already told them I knew of a great pianist who could put Beethoven and Mozart to shame. Don’t waste your talent by staying where you’re at.” I stared Tim down and said.

“Then find someone else with my skill set. If that’s at all possible of course. You may be a coward for ducking out but I’m not. I’m staying with Rog and Brian.” Tim rolled his eyes and muttered.

“Whatever, it’s your loss.” Then he walked away leaving Brian, Roger and myself along without a lead singer.

I just got back from the bar getting our drinks and I handed Roger his beer and I handed Brian his glass of water while I had me a beer as well.  I sat between Roger and Brian in Rog’s van.

“You didn’t have to do that you know.” I heard Brian say.

“Do what?”

“Stay with us while your brother’s off to go big.”

“Brian, if my brother and I had to be stuck in one more band together, I’d soon rather gouge my eyes out and chop off every last one of my fingers and toes just so that I couldn’t play anymore. You guys may not know this but he’s also very critical when it comes to my playing. Claiming I’m not playing the right tempo or key. I’ll make it big with my boys at my side.”

“Aww you do care for us.” Roger teased as he ruffled my hair messing it up while I let out a whine before playfully shoving him away.

As the minutes ticked by, Roger piped in again.

“Besides I think he’s right. That show really was a load of bullocks.”

“Well there—there was room for improvement yeah.” Brian tried to reason with Roger. “Right (y/n)?”

“Uhh…..”

“See even she agrees with me. I’ve got better things to do with my Saturday nights. I could give you their names.” Roger grinned smugly at the last statement as he put his cigarette to his lips and as Brian and I rolled our eyes, Roger exhaled the smoke grinning at us.  It was then a boy walked right by us before stopping in front of us.

He had dark black hair, about the same length as Brian’s was, he wore a jean jacket, a stripped polo shirt and dark jeans. But what made him stand out was the fact that I could see that he had an overbite and the fact that he didn’t look British at all, it looked like he was either from the Middle East or India, I don’t know I’m always getting those places mixed up.

“En—enjoyed the show.” He said.  He was kinda awkward and shy but at least he’s not like all the other boys who come up to us and then spot me and try to get a shag from me.

“Thanks man.” Said Brian.

“Thank you.” Both Roger and I said.

“I’ve been following you for a while actually. Smile. Makes sense for a dental student.” He said shyly gesturing to Roger before turning to Brian and continuing, “And you’re astrophysics, aren’t you?”

“Yeah” Brian answered wearily.

“Makes you the clever one.” The man answered. Seeming to boost Brian’s already big ego he turned to Roger and I and said.

“Yeah I suppose it does.”

“And you dear, you’re a biologist aren’t you. Specifically for mammals. Right?” he said pointing to me.

“Yeah though I really love the big cats and canines.”

“Thought so. Fierce, clever girls such as yourself always love those kinds of animals.” I then turned to Brian and said in the same tone he had spoken to Roger and me.

“Yeah I suppose we do.”

“I study design here.” He said.

“Wow, I can tell. I love your jacket, it really goes well with your shirt.” I said to him.

“Thank you darling. Also I—” he then pulled out some sheets of paper and said, “I write songs. Might be of interest to you. It’s just a bit of fun really.” He said putting his notes away embarrassingly since we didn’t immediately take them.

“I’m sorry but I’m afraid your five minutes too late.” I said solemnly.

“Our lead singer just quit.” Brian answered. The man’s eyes widened for a brief moment and he seemed to gain some confidence as he said proudly.

“Well then you’ll need someone new.”

“Any ideas?” asked Brian with a shrug.  The man adjusted himself almost like he was about to strike a pose but chose against it as he said.

“What about me?”

“Uhhh…..not with those teeth mate.” Roger joked out. I slammed Roger over the head and I sneered at him.

“Don’t be a wanker Roger!” I faced the man to see him slightly heartbroken and as he turned away I was about to apologize on Roger’s behalf when something incredible happened.  The man turned around and sung one of the verses for “Doin Alright”.

I know what I’m doin….

I’ve got a feeling

I should be doin alright!

Oh my…..My jaw dropped at hearing this guy’s voice.  It was like hearing an angel sing from the heavens.  The boys and I looked at each other before the 4 of us sung in unison.

Doin alright.

Our voices blending together in perfect harmony. By the end of the song Brian was laughing happily and I held my hand over my mouth trying to contain my squeals but I couldn’t help it, while Roger had the biggest smile across his face.

“I was born with 4 additional incisors. More space in my mouth means more range. I’ll consider your offer.” He told us before smugly walking away with his hands on his hips.  I looked at both Brian and Roger and we silently agreed and it was then Brian called out to him.

“Uhh…Do you play bass?” He turned back toward us and stated proudly.

“Nope.”

About six months later after getting to know Freddie Bulsara, we started looking for a bass player as well as rehearsing before our next gig at the same pub.  Finally after trying out a few bass players there came a bass player by the name of John Deacon and I could already tell that he was exactly what we needed.

Finally our next gig had arrived.  As we all walked up on stage to our positions. Roger went up to his drum set, John grabbed his bass guitar, Brian had his red special that he and his dad had made together and as Freddie and I walked up Brian introduced the new faces of our band.

Of course one bastard just had to call out just after Freddie greeted the crowd asking where my brother was and who this Pakkie was that we got.  I went up to Freddie holding my tambourine for the first bit and said to him.

“You ready Freddie?” He turned to me and said.

“Let’s do it.” It was then Brian played the first note for mine and Brian’s song that we both wrote together “Keep Yourself alive”. I slammed my tambourine at my hip, Roger kept the tempo with his drums while Freddie was struggling to get the microphone stan out of its place.  Which made that god awful feedback screech and I was looking at him oddly as well as the rest of the boys wondering just what the hell he was doing.  It wasn’t until he managed to break the microphone stand off nearly almost decapitating John’s head off and he then began to sing.

And when he performed, it was like he had no boundaries of what it was that he was doing.  He owned the stage like it was his and made every audience member feel important.  

The only downside was that he was singing the wrong lyrics and improvising what Brian and I had.  Every now and then Brian and I would pipe in telling Freddie he was singing the wrong lyric but of course when Freddie sets his mind to something, there’s no stopping.

As time passed, our band changed from Smile to Queen all because of Freddie and because of him we got the chance to record our first ever album and we soon got discovered by John Reid from EMI records and he wanted to meet with us and possible manage us.

We got on Top the Pops, did an American tour and were now going to record our next rising album.

*Rockfield farm, 1975*

After getting the approval from Ray Foster, we were sent off to a recording studio known as Rockfield farm, and I’ll definitely say it definitely suited the name.  This recording studio was all the way out of civilization’s reach and it all looked more like a farm than a recording studio with the wooden built houses.

We were lead inside by Paul Prenter who was basically our “watcher” keeping an eye on us from day to day.  Let’s just say I already do not like this guy, he gives me such eerie vibes it’s not even funny. Plus he seems to always want to be around Freddie like a little lost puppy.

“Right I know it’s not the Ritz. Not even close. Roger, you’re in here.” He said as we all followed him up the stairs of the house we would be staying in for the next several weeks if not months.

“Right.” Roger said as he went into his room.

“Freddie this is you. Biggest room.” Kiss ass. “Brian, that’s you.” As John and I trailed up behind Paul stopped us and said, “John you’re in the living room. And (y/n) you’re downstairs.”

“No! Absolutely not! She can stay in my room. I’ll take downstairs.” Roger said.  I looked at Roger in shock.  Never have I heard him wanting to pass off a good room for what could be a cold, small basement.

“Roger don’t get all…..”

“My bedroom is big enough for two. I wouldn’t mind sharing.” Brian’s voice rang up.  He turned towards me and said, “Of course if that’s alright with you (y/n). I don’t mean to speak up for you but I just thought……”

“It’s fine Brian. So long as you’re sure. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“It’s nothing (y/n), come on in.”

“Right then, that means John you take (y/n)’s room.” Paul walked down the stairs and I looked at Deacy apologetically.

“I’m sorry Deacy.”

“It’s fine (y/n). I wouldn’t feel right if you had been booted to the basement. It makes sleeping on a couch sound like heaven. I’ll be fine love.” I smiled at him and he took his suitcase and walked back down the stairs.

“Here let me help you carry that.” Brian said as he grabbed my suitcase leaving me with my overnight bag.  I walked into his room and it was quite a big sized room, the bed however I can’t really speak for it.

“And you’re sure we both can fit on this bed?” I asked skeptically.

“I think so, we just have to make the adjustments and then….” But as Brian got on the bed, it turned out to be so springy and rickety, it bounded him back up in his seat.  He tested the bed out before tilting his head to the side raising his eyebrows.

“Seems the adjusting is going to be bigger than we thought.” I soon got on the bed sitting behind Brian to his left side and it reminded me of a bed back at my nan’s house.  As a kid I always loved jumping up and down on that bed, of course nan never allowed it and I was always caught and punished for bouncing on it.

As the day went on and after getting settled in, we all immediately went to work.  Using the barn and the scenery as a perfect place of inspiration and the quietness of all distraction minus the chickens going around and the cows mooing in the distance.

Of course Roger couldn’t help himself as he would try to bother the roosters which in turn made one of them chase him which had all of us dying of laughter.  We got some recording done just to test out how the sound system sounded and what instruments each of us would play based on the specific song of the songwriter.

Finally it was about 2am when we finally decided to call it a day and get some rest.  We all retreated to our room and got changed for the night.  Since there was a small jointed bathroom in mine and Brian’s room, he changed in there while I had the bedroom to myself to get changed.  Once we were changed, Brian and I began to think of the bed situation.

As we both got into it, it turns out that there was still some space left for the two of us in the middle but only about a full hand length space.  I slept on the right side of the bed closest to the door while Brian slept on the left near the window.

“Great work today by the way (y/n).” Brian said.

“Thanks, you too Bri. Goodnight.” I said to him with a soft smile. As I got tucked into the sheets I heard him mutter goodnight back and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke to the rooster’s crow at the butt crack of dawn and as the sun was starting to lightly come in through the curtains of the window, I let a groan and yawned softly.  I almost didn’t want to get up so I nuzzled myself further into my pillow.

Boy my pillow’s a bit sturdier than I remember it being last night, wait hold on a second.  Why is my pillow moving up and down? And what is wrapped around my waist? My eyes shot opened and my face turned bleet red as I finally realized what was going on.

I had somehow ended up intertwined with Brian. His arms wrapped securely around my waist, my head buried in his button up white night shirt that had the first three buttons unbuttoned which revealed his chest and somehow one of my hands had tucked itself underneath it and I could feel his chest hair along my palm, I could also feel our legs entangled with each other.

I guess—no I would be lying if I didn’t say that ever since forming Smile that I’ve had a slight crush on Brian Harold May.  Okay I’m lying again.

I’m crazy in love with the man.

From the first day my brother Tim introduced us together, I thought he was the cutest boy I have ever seen.  His short hair at the time, his blue eyes, and his stupid but beautiful face that looked like he had come out of a Michelangelo sculpture.

I must’ve suddenly panicked or something because next thing I knew I was down on the floor hitting my head onto the hard floor.

“(Y/n) are you okay!?” I heard Brian say above me.

“Yeah, yeah I guess I had a nightmare and fell out of bed.” I tried to cover up my embarrassing fall with the famed ‘fall out of bed because of a nightmare’ trick.  It worked all the time with Tim, why shouldn’t it work now?

Brian soon was kneeling down in front of me cupping my face checking me for any injuries.

“You sure? What was your dream about?” Ahh bullocks. What do I say to him? Come on (y/n) say something! Anything!

“I was falling off a chocolate volcano.” Really that’s the best you can come up with? Bri looked at me skeptically before laughing softly and shaking his head.

“I’ve told you many times before (y/n), too much sugar will give you nightmares.”

“And I’ve told you Bri, that I never listen to reason, especially from astrophysics majors.” I teased him.  He playfully glared at me and I grinned back at him as he went back to checking over me.

I flinched as he touched the back of my head and he apologized and said.

“Well good news you don’t have a concussion.”

“Joyous occasion.” I said sarcastically.

“Let me go down and get you some ice to bring down the swelling.”

“Brian there’s no need……”

“Please (y/n), just so that I feel better.” He cupped my gingerly in his hand.  I felt my face got slightly hot as the tingles shot up my spine from his gentle touch.

“Okay.” I breathed out.  He smiled softly and got up from the floor and left the room and I let out a deep, heavy sigh that I had no idea I was holding in.  “God why must love be so damn confusing and hard?!” I groaned.  He soon came back with a small bag of ice as well as a kitchen towel, he had the bag of ice wrapped in the towel and he gently placed it right over the bump on my head.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good. Really, really good. Thanks Bri.”

“Anytime.” He said with a soft smile.

Later on that day I was walking outside along the barn humming to myself hoping to find some rhythm to get down on the piano so that I could make a song.  That’s when I heard the sound of Brian’s red special guitar playing in the recording studio.

I followed the sound of the hypnotic guitar and I finally realized that the song that Brian was playing was Elvis Presley’s “Heartbreak hotel”.  I quietly entered the studio and there I saw on the other side of the glass window, Brian with a set of headphones and I could hear him singing the song.

*Brian*

Well since my baby left me

I found a new place to dwell

It’s down at the end of lonely street

At Heartbreak Hotel, and I said

I’ve always loved hearing Brian’s voice.  He just had this harmonious, angelic soft voice that he barely gave himself credit for.  While I did appreciate Freddie’s vocal range and thought he was a great front man for Queen, I just wish there would be a chance for Brian to stand out, hopefully in this album A Night at the Opera he would let Brian have a song to sing.

I’m feelin so lonely baby

I’m feelin so lonely

I’m feeling so—

I then hit the button that would allow Brian to hear me as I sung to him.

*Me*

Lonely, I could die

It startled him as he looked up and stared at me.

“I thought you were supposed to be working on your own music?” He asked me.

“I could ask the same for you Mr. May.” I teased as I pressed the button again speaking into the microphone. “But you know me, I’ve always been an Elvis fan so the second I heard that opening note of my favorite song of the King, I just had to come and see what was going on.” He smiled at me and I smiled back.  “So besides trying to be like the King of Rock himself, what have you come up with for the new album?”

“Come on in and have a listen, I need your opinion on this. And you’re the only one who speaks the truth without any sarcastic response.” He said as he set down his red special.  I stood up and opened the door and soon entered the recording room.

Brian now held a 12-stringed acoustic guitar as well as a sack of papers and was sitting by the piano.

“Now I haven’t quite figured out most of the lyrics, this is just the chorus but I think it could be a hit. Or not.”

“Well let’s hear it.” He then began humming the tune as he started to play the acoustic.  I’ve always admired the way his fingers would just wrap around the neck of the guitar with such elegance and poise as he would play.  He’s always had guitar playing hands, as well as piano hands when need be.

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away

Don't you hear me calling you

Write your letters in the sand

For the day I take your hand

In the land that our grandchildren knew

I was in awe at the song already and I knew already that it would be a great song, but also it would tug at the heartstrings.

“Still a work in progress, but then again it could be rubbish.” He said.

“No, no! I love it. It’s just missing something….hold on.” I stood up from the piano bench and looked through the instruments hoping to find what I needed.  Finally after doing some literal digging I managed to find a Marx tambourine. “Okay start the chorus up again but don’t start singing just yet, let me get the beat of it.”

Brian then began to play around with the chorus part and I tried to come up with a good rhythm beat and soon I just did a basic clap, hitting my lower palm to the head of the tambourine letting the cymbals jingle.  As Brian and I kept the tempo he then began to sing the chorus again but this time I joined alongside him.  

Even after hearing the song only once, I found myself knowing the words.

And our voices blending together in a beautiful harmony, his angelic tenor voice and my mezzo soprano voice made shivers run up my spine and goosebumps pop up along my arms.

When we finished the chorus, our eyes were locked onto each other’s and that’s when Roger’s voice piped in.

“How long are you two gonna deny it? Grow a pair and kiss each other will yah! God the sexual tension between you both is disgusting!” We looked up and there standing at the door were Roger, Deacy and Freddie.  Brian and I turned away from each other blushing.

But I kept thinking to myself, did he feel the same way about me like Roger was suggesting? Or is he just pulling my leg like he usually does.

“That was beautiful Brian dear, what do you call that song?” asked Freddie.

“I—haven’t really gotten a name for it yet. It’s still a work in progress.”

“Well I love it, especially when you two sing it together. But if you don’t mind I need to steal (y/n) away and teach her the piano for the song I have in mind for the album that will change the way music can be created.” I turned to Brian and he gestured for me to go on.

I set the tambourine down and walked towards Freddie and he wrapped an arm around me and led me out of the recording studio and back up towards one of the other houses where they would have some of the pianos.

I was sitting next to Freddie observing his piano skills as he played his song which he’s decided to call “Bohemian Rhapsody.” He would cross his hands over one another for a 2 quick note playing before uncrossing them and returning to playing.

I’ll admit he’s quite the pianist. Sometimes I even wonder why I’m still even hear, if he can play even better than me.  Hell back when we were first meeting with John Reid, Paul tried to convince Mr. Reid that the band could possible be better with just the four of them but the boys had my back and told Mr. Reid that either I stay with the band or there’s no deal.

He agreed to keep me in the band and ignore Paul’s ‘opinion’ especially after I had written the hit melody for Killer Queen while Freddie wrote the lyrics.

“Okay (y/n) now let me see you try it.”

“You sure I can do this Fred?” I asked him.

“I have complete confidence in you. I’ll watch every second and show you what to play in case you miss any notes.” I then began playing the piano now and I seemed to get it, except for when it came to the hand cross over. I would either miss the keys on the cross over or mess up the rhythm when it came back to uncrossing my hands.  I was starting to get frustrated and I said.

“This isn’t working. How in the bloody hell do you do the hand cross over?”

“It just takes practice darling, here let me show you how it’s done.” He took my hands and placed them on the keys and said, “Okay start playing.” I then began playing the song and just before it came to the key change, he ordered me to stop.

It was then he took hold of my left wrist, crossed it over and said to me.

“Now with just your index and tallest finger, play the two keynotes.” I did as he asked and he immediately went back to position one. “The best way to remember where to come back to position one is to measure your shoulder length. Make sure both arms are at shoulder length and go back to playing. Now try it on your own. You’ve got this dear. Again.”

I sighed deeply and played from the top and miraculously I nailed it right then and there as Freddie sang the first few verses of his song.  At the last verse he had before a guitar solo that Brian would do, he sang with such raw passion and I followed with the piano with just as much passion before gracefully banging on the keys as he soon held out the last note and I was soon out of breath just from playing and I knew right then and there.

This would bring Queen to the top.

Freddie turned to me and he said with a grin.

“That was beautiful darling, just like you. And once Brian hears you play, he’ll fall in love with you for sure.”

“Thank you for the first note Fred, the second note I’ll have to disagree with you on that. We’re just friends.”

“Come on darling you’ve told me once before about your little crush, why are you denying it now?”

“Because—because what if he doesn’t feel the same? Or even worse what if we did work out but then hard such a fight that I would put the band at risk? I—I can’t do that to the rest of you guys.”

“Oh (y/n)~” Freddie hugged me from behind and he said. “As a mammal biologist I thought you would’ve known that when Emperor penguins find a mate, they do it through song. You and Brian….you’re voices are made for each other. Your love songs intertwine with each other so well, you wouldn’t be risking anything. The only thing you are risking is the chance at happiness you and him can have together.”  I pondered on the thought and I asked him.

“You really think that’s what I’m doing?”

“I know so. Denial doesn’t suit you dearie. Promise me you’ll tell him your feelings, for all our sakes.” I sighed deeply and said to him.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Do it before the end of our recording or else I’ll tell him myself.” He pecked my temple platonically before racing out of the room.

“What? FREDDIE!!” I raced after him yelling his name, knowing that he would go about doing that and I had to do whatever it took to stop him.

As the weeks went on, A Night at the Opera was slowly coming along.  Most of the songs had been recorded, even Brian’s song that I had helped him with which he had decided to call ’39.  Now our main focus was Freddie’s piece “Bohemian Rhapsody”.

And let me tell you already, that was the song that was taking the longest to record due to Freddie’s perfectionist vision for this song.  He had us do multiple takes of each part from either voice recording, guitar playing, piano, bass, drums anything until it was up to par for his vision of the song.

Right now Brian was doing his guitar solo that he himself had actually written for the song.  He ran it by Freddie and he allowed Brian to show what he had in mind. Brian was now behind the booth playing his solo right after my piano playing and Freddie’s second verse.

Seeing Brian in his element, playing his red special and playing what he wrote, it made me just fall deeper in love with him. I bobbed my head along to the solo with my eyes closed and just let his beautiful guitar take me away to paradise.

By the end of the solo, Deacy stopped the track and Brian asked.

“What next?”

“That was pretty damn good. Brilliant. I love that.” Freddie said but he forgot to hit the button on the microphone so Brian couldn’t hear him.

“Press the button Freddie” Brian said into his guitar mic. Our music supervisor Roy who actually helped us record our first album told Freddie what to press while Freddie bragged on saying that he knew where it was before pressing the button and teased out.

“Knock, knock.”

“Good” Brian said.

“It’s good umm…you know play it like you wrote it.” Freddie said.

“Well I did I wrote that part.” Brian said.

“Taking the piss.” Brian mocked out a laugh and said.

“Okay, are you happy?”

“I think it’s beautiful, just like our lovely (y/n). It’s almost perfect.”

“Almost?” questioned Brian.

“Yes give it more rock n roll.”

“Well I’m always up for that Fred.”

“Put your body into it.”

“Yeah okay, put my body into it. I’ve got it.” Brian said as he did a cute little wiggle of his hips as he raised a quick cup of water to drink.

“Not like that!”

“No I’ve got it, I’ve got it. Bit more soul, bit more soul.”

“Alright. Bit more heart.” Freddie answered at the same time Brian was talking.

“I’ll do that, are we good to go Roy?” Roy raised a hand up for the all clear and that’s when Freddie said.

“Oh then there’s the operatic section.” There was silence as he clapped his hands once and continued, “You’re gonna love it.”

“The operatic section?” questioned Brian.

“I know. It sounds crazy. I don’t know it could be a flop, it could work.”

“I love it Fred. I love it.” Brian said over Freddie’s word as he spoke into his guitar mic for the emphasize on him voting for the operatic section.  Freddie softly chuckled and said.

“What have we got to lose?”

“Nothing.” Laughed Brian.

“If you say so.”

“Okay let’s go.”

“Deacy.” Freddie said as he turned towards Deacy who played the tape back before the guitar solo and Brian gave the solo more soul and this time I felt shivers go up my spine.

Days passed as we kept the recording up, and just like Fred said we were now doing the operatic section of the song.  It was tedious and strainful especially for me since I couldn’t do as high as a normal soprano so that’s why for all the higher notes we left that to Roger.

Currently he was recording the Galileo parts.  At the Figaro line, the recording stopped and Roger asked us.

“How was that?” I turned to Freddie and asked.

“Fred?” He turned towards me and said.

“Higher.” Roy rewind the tape and I said into the microphone.

“Can you go a bit higher?”

“If I go any higher only dogs will hear me.”

“Try.” Freddie answered.

“Freddie’s note sorry.” Said Deacy as he pressed down onto the mic.

“Go on roll the tape.” Roger sighed.

“Overdub 24 of Fred’s….thing.” Roy said as Roger’s Galileo verse came in.  He did go higher than what he did previous doing overdramatic arm waves.  At the end he asked.

“How was that? Better?”

“Higher.” Freddie answered bluntly.  Brian poked his pen in the air signaling to Roger to go higher.

“Jesus how many more Galileo’s do you want?” Roger demanded as he removed the headphone off his head and placed them around his neck.

“Freddie wants to do a few more overdubs.” I answered him.

“Do we even have any more tape left?”

“I do have to say the tape is wearing out. It can’t take much more.” Deacy said.

“Yeah we can’t afford much more what are we? Three weeks overscheduled?” Brian answered.  In the end it took about another hour maybe even 2 of Roger repeating the same four words till it fit Freddie’s vision until he finally said.

“My nuts feel like they’re in my chest right now. Are we done?”

“That’s it honey. He loves you.” I answered him with a grin.

The recording continued and this time we were making better progress as Freddie thought that the first shot at recording the next few lines were what he imagined.

Now all five of us were surrounding one microphone, I was standing between Roger and Brian as we all took each of our operatic sections for the Bismillah and the let me/him go lines.  Finally at the last note we all had to hold out, at the rock n roll solo, we all couldn’t help ourselves as we bounced up and down knocking over the flats behind us.

Freddie and Deacy ended up falling to the ground, Roger nearly tripped over as did I but Brian quickly caught me before I fell over. And the way he was holding me, it was like he was dipping me.  Our noses almost touching each other’s as we once again were staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

Both Brian and I stood back to normal as we both chuckled nervously rubbing the back of our heads.

“Sorry bout that.” I said.

“What—what have you to be sorry for?”

“For always having to save me from nearly getting myself killed. That is after all the second time I’ve fallen near you.”

“I don’t mind saving you though.” He muttered shyly.  I turned to him and shyly smiled and that’s when Freddie said.

“Oh (y/n) darling, isn’t it about time you told something to Brian?” I glared at him and Brian looked to me and I said to him.

“It’s nothing Fred’s just pulling your leg. Much like Roger was several weeks ago. Now then, whose hungry cause I’m cooking tonight.”

Later that night after a successful recording and dinner, I was in mine and Brian’s room reading one of my favorite books when Brian knocked at the door and I looked up and said.

“Oh hey Bri, what’s going on?”

“Nothing much umm….do you have something warm to wear?”

“I—think so let me check.” I asked him why as I went over to the wardrobe and tried to find a jumper or something to wear.

“I want to show you something before we leave back for London.” He answered.  I soon managed to find me my favorite shawl and I took it out and placed it over my shoulders and Brian escorted me out of the home and out into the field.

As we walked up a hill, I soon took notice of a few lanterns that had been laid out lit up so that we could find our way as well as a blanket with a couple of thermoses probably filled with tea or coffee.

“Brian…..did you do all this?”

“Yeah, hope I didn’t go too big I just thought we’d be a little more comfortable on the blanket rather than the grass. And I thought you’d might want some coffee to help keep warm.”

“No it’s lovely. Thank you.” We then sat down on top of the blanket and I took one of the thermoses and opened it up and took a sip of the coffee inside.  It was nice and warm, just what this cool night needed. “So what is it that you needed me out here for?”

“For this.” He answered as he turned the lights from the lanterns off and he scooted over close to me.

At this point my heart was racing and I thought I was going to be ravished by Brian right here right now. “Lay back and close your eyes.” Oh my god he is going to ravish me.

“Wh-what?”

“Do you trust me?” he asked.  Even through the darkness of the night, with the only light being from the full moon I could still see Brian’s eyes showing no ill intentions whatsoever. I nodded and so I did as he asked and closed my eyes and slowly lay back.

I felt Brian take hold of my biceps as he helped me lie back, I soon felt the blanket against me as I felt Brian wrap my own shawl around my tighter.  I then felt him lie next to me as he said.

“Okay, open your eyes.” And when I did, I was greeted by millions and millions of stars.  I let out a gasp.

In all my life, I have never seen these many stars up close.  Ever since I was little, my family and I used to always go up to my nan’s country home in South London but when she passed away the home had to be sold and we couldn’t go there anymore. So the last time I had ever seen this many stars’ was when I was around 10 years old.

Now I have told this story to Brian, even with our playful arguments about whether space or animal studies were more interesting to study.

“Oh Brian it—”

“Shh. Just observe. There you can see Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, and of course Orion one of my personal favorite constellations.” He began to give me a little lecture on the constellations.  Hearing him talk with such passion when it came to anything regarding of space made my heart flutter.

I kept my eyes on him as he continued talking about the stars and the cosmos but then he turned towards me.  Our eyes locked with each other and I felt this spark go up my arm as I said to him.

“Did you know that—when emperor penguins find a mate, they sing to each other?”

“Really?” He breathed out.

“Yeah, they—find each other’s love song and if the song matches with the other’s then they’re…..mated for—” As I spoke Brian’s face moved closer towards me before finally his lips were pressed against mine.

It was shy at first but soon it became deeper and more passionate as Brian cupped the side of my face and I gripped onto his shirt with both my hands.  When we separated, our breaths mixed together and I said to him.

“I love you Brian. I always have but I—I was just too shy to admit it and I didn’t want to risk our friendship or ruin the success of the band and—” I was stopped by another kiss from Brian, this time softer and more gentler but it still made my toes curl and shivers run up my spine.

“You ramble too much.” I couldn’t help the laugh that came out of me and he chuckled as well. “(Y/n) darling you don’t need to be afraid anymore. Because I’ve loved you from the day I first met you. When I first saw you I—I thought I was looking at a star straight from the cosmos.” I smiled at him and said to him.

“You are so cheesy.”

“That’s why I wrote that line in ‘Sweet Lady’ for you my bright star.”

“Well if I’m your bright star, then you are my emperor penguin.” He smiled lovingly and leaned forward and we spent the rest of the night making out and lying underneath the stars.

The next morning the guys were starting to pack up and Deacy came up the stairs as he grumbled out.

“Well I’m ready to get the hell out of here and back into my own bed. I swear that bed in the basement would be better fit for a child.” It was then he took notice of Brian and I on the couch.  His arm wrapped around me and my head resting on his shoulder. “Wait are you—you two are….”

“Yes.” I giggled while nodding frantically.

“Oh that’s great! I’m happy for you both, and about bloody time too. That means I win the bet.”

“Bet? What bet?” asked Brian.

“The lads and I have been polling on whether or not you two would get together. I said you’d be together before the end of this recording. Freddie betted by the end of it, while Roger said not in this lifetime.” Brian and I were flabbergasted by the news.

“Roger Meddows Taylor! Get your arse down here right now!!!” I cried out.  Roger soon came walking down the stairs and he said.

“Jesus woman what’s got your knickers in a twist?” I smiled snidely and walked up to him before gripping his ear tightly like how I sometimes do when he gets a little too flirty with the girls back during our smile days and I said to him.

“Did you and the rest of the boys have a bet in regard to Brian and I?”

“Jesus Christ (y/n) you know I hate it when you pull on the ear. Ow! Okay yes so what of it!” He yelped as I tugged on his ear. Hard.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Well what else were we supposed to do. As I’ve said you two have been pining over each other since I joined Smile.”

“Well jokes on you Rog.” Stated Brian.  I released his ear and he muttered in pain as he rubbed his ear while I walked towards Brian and he stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You now owe Deacy…..how much did you guys bet?”

“100 quid.” Answered Deacy.

“Are you joking?!” snapped Roger.

“Nope.” the three of us answered.  Roger grumbled and paid Deacy the 100 quid then he finally turned to us and he said.

“But I am happy that you both are together. Truly. Just don’t let me catch you snogging or shagging each other.”

“Why? This means it’ll be payback for all the times you’ve been with your girls, don’t you think so my big penguin?” I said as I looked up to Brian.

“Yes I suppose it does, my little penguin.” He cooed as he kissed my forehead which immediately grossed both Deacy and Roger as the two of them headed out with their bags.  We both couldn’t contain our snickers and quiet laughter then I said.

“Come on, we’ve got to go pack now otherwise they’ll leave without us.”

“Why not let them? Then we’d finally have this quiet little house all to ourselves. Making beautiful music together, if you catch my drift?” he winked cheekily at me and I smacked his arm and said.

“You dirty rotter!”

“You know you love me.” He whispered seductively in my ear as he tried to seduce me with soft kisses around my upper neck and words of love.

“I’m not sure if I do after that.” I turned around and cupped his face in my hands and seductively kissed his lips.  He moaned into the kiss as his arms left my waist as his hands were now cupping my face.  Once I had him right where I wanted him, I raced up the stairs toward our room, and it only took a split second for Brian to call out.

“You cheeky little minx!” He chased after me up the stairs and into our room.  My laughter echoing through the entire hallway of the house.

*1976. Sydney, Australia*

It was now the start of our next world tour. Ever since the explosion of Bohemian Rhapsody with the public, everyone around the world knew the name Queen. After getting out of Foster’s grip when he had rejected our song and I bet right now he’s kicking himself in the balls for letting go of the biggest rock group ever rising.

As for me and Brian, well……

I was sleeping on the bed when I felt a mess of curls nuzzle into my neck and I felt soft kisses trail up and down my neck. I stirred and turned around to see him holding me close around my waist as I felt him continue his trail of kisses.

“Good morning my love.” he said as he looked up at me.

“Morning.” I moaned out tiredly as I stretched myself out. I then turned to look at Brian and I said to him, “Why did we wait so long for this to happen? We could’ve been doing this for years by now.”

“Because for scientists we are both completely incompetent. But it doesn’t matter, we’re together now though. And that’s all that matters to me.” He said as he lightly pecked my temple before taking my right hand and slowly clasping my hand with his.  He lifted our entwined hands to his lips and kissed each of my knuckles delicately. My heart was all a flutter and the butterflies (no moths would be a better term), the moths in my stomach were fluttering like hell.

Once he was done delicately kissing my knuckles, he soon came on top of me and I now lay on my back staring up at the man I’ve loved for so long.  I lifted my right hand to stroke and playfully swat with my index finger his luscious curls.

“I can’t believe I get to wake up to you every morning.” I said.

“Believe me love if anyone’s lucky here, it’s me. I get to wake up to the most beautiful girl in the galaxy.” I scoffed at his cheesy astrophysics pickup lines but I kept a loving gaze up at him.  He leaned down and softly captured my lips with his and just as he was about to deepen the kiss, a knock was suddenly heard at the door and Roger’s voice said.

“Oi you two get up! We’ve got to get to the concert hall and rehearse! You both can shag after the show!” we both glared at each other and I said.

“How much would it take to replace Roger?”

“Not a whole lot I’d wager.” Brian stated.

That night another concert began and everyone from Australia sang along to all our new songs.  Now came that time of the show for Freddie and Brian to do “Love of my Love” with Brian at the 12-stringed acoustic guitar.

As usual Brian warmed up with some chords of the song and just before Freddie was about to sing he suddenly made an announcement.

“You know this time around, we’re gonna mix things up a little bit. Can we have the lovely (Y/n) Staffell at center stage please?” My eyes widened and I turned to Deacy and Rog who only gestured me to go down.

I walked off the drum risers and a spotlight followed me as the crowd cheered.

“Ahh there you are my dear, now can we please get a seat for her?” Soon a stage handler came out with a four-legged stool much like Brian’s just a bit smaller.  “Thank you dear,” Freddie said to the handler, “Alright (y/n) you sit here,” Freddie helped me into the seat and I asked him.

“Fred what’s going on? We didn’t rehearse this.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen this time around I’d like to introduce Brian May for the lead vocals of Love of my life, and he’d like to dedicate this song to our lovely keyboardist and pianist (Y/n) Staffell.” The audience applauded loudly and I turned to Brian who only smiled at me lovingly before beginning to play the song.

After the introduction was done, Brian’s soulful voice went into the microphone as he began to sing while staring right at me, the crowd sung along.  As usual when this song was played, we had the audience sing to us loud and proud and I actually turned towards the audience hearing them sing.

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*Brian*

Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart

And now you leave me *Crowd*

Love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back Don't take it away from me,

Because you don't know What it means to me

         Tears filled my eyes as I turned back towards Brian.  The crowd applauded at the end which gave Brian the time to lean towards me and whisper in my ear.

        “I love you.” He then kissed my cheek which elected into more cheers from the audience before he started up the next verse of the song.  This time he and the audience shared the song in a perfect blend.

*Brian*

Love of my life, don't leave me You've stolen my love, you now desert me *Brian & crowd*

Love of my life, (can't you see?) Bring it back, bring it back

*Crowd*

Don't take it away from me Because you don't know What it means to me

*Brian and crowd*

You will remember When this is blown over Everything's all by the way When I grow older I will be there at your side to remind you How I still love you

*Crowd*

I still love you

         As he held the note along with the crowd, they cheered but Brian suddenly stopped playing.  I looked at him confused, that was until he took the guitar off his shoulder and Freddie suddenly came in and took it as Brian now got down on one knee.

        I could hear shocked screaming from some of the audience members, but of course I was just dead frozen right there in my seat.  My heart stopped and I swore I thought I was going to pass out. Freddie handed Brian a microphone and Brian said.

        “(Y/n). I have known you all my life. You’ve been there with me since the beginning and you never once left my side. No matter how crazy things got whether our fights were about music, or whether biology or astrophysics was the better science field of study.” I choked out a laugh as the crowd merrily laughed. “You’ve been my best friend, my harmony to my melody, the love of my life. You once told me back on Rockfield farm over a year ago that emperor penguins found their soulmates through song. And now, I want to ask you through this song,”

        He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet black box.  The crowd went absolutely nuts as I held my hands over my mouth as I was physically sobbing hysterically.

        He opened it and inside it revealed a beautiful diamond engagement ring.  It was a nice size rock, not too bit but not to small.  He always knew I never liked big flashy diamonds.  It was on a golden band with two smaller diamond embedded right underneath the main rock.

        “Will you, (Y/n) Staffell become Mrs. (Y/n) May?” The crowd screamed at me to say yes and all I could do was sob.  Too emotional to even say it, I nodded frantically and soon the audience was in an uproar.

        Brian smiled at me before taking the ring out and placing it on my wedding finger. Once it was on, I fell off the stool and embraced Brian as I buried myself into his neck and wept.  When we separated, he cupped my face and kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose before finally capturing my lips with his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed each other passionately and the audience just kept cheering and awing at us.  Once air became a dire need, we were forced to separate and I took notice of the mic. I took hold of Brian’s wrist and held it up and as best I could Brian and I sung the last couple lines together.

Our foreheads touching each other’s as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes.

*Me and Brian*

Love of my life Love of my life Ooh, eh

I wept once more and Brian brought me close to him kissing my head as the audience cheered loudly.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of Sydney please give it up one more time for Mr. and Mrs. May!” Freddie’s voice said into his microphone. The crowd cheered once more but my focus never left Brian’s as he kept my face cupped in his hands and we kissed one more time.

After the concert, Brian and I were in our shared hotel room once again having a private celebration of our engagement.  I lay there in my bed, the sheets covering my body while Brian stood by the table in just his boxers pouring the champagne into two glasses for us.

“I still can’t believe one day I’m going to call myself Mrs. (Y/n) May.” I said.

“Well it’s best you believe it darling. I’m hoping we can have the wedding immediately once the tour’s done. That is if it’s not too soon for you.” He said the last part concerned.

Well we’ve got about 2 months left of the tour and after that god knows where Queen’s gonna go after that.  Might as well get it over with in case we have to keep postponing it.

“I don’t mind. I’m not looking at a big wedding anyways. Just a few friends, family and as long as I’m wearing a white dress and you’re all dapper up in a tux. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Then we’ll tell the guys in the morning. For now,” he was now lying in front of me facing me on his side as he handed me my champagne glass. “To us Future Mrs. May.”

“To us, Dr. May.” I said as we both clanged our glasses together not once breaking eye contact as we doused down our champagne like a shot of whiskey.  We set out glasses aside and Brian leaned forward and captured my lips with his.

Soon the rest of the night was spent making love to each other, feeling each other’s body and praising one another with words of love.  Of course that morning we got some complaints from Roger since he was technically our next door neighbor but both Brian and I knew that he was happy for us.

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Birthday Girl

Summary: Today’s your birthday and your boyfriend Brian wants to make it a special one. The two of you spend the whole day together, presents being given to you left and right. Brian hopes you’ll like one in particular though.

A/N: this is my first fic I’ve ever written and posted on the internet. This is mostly just fluff with a couple sexual innuendos? Constructive critisism welcomed as well!! Anyways hope you guys enjoy:)

Warnings: Couple cuss words and a few sexual comments. Kinda long ?¿

Fem!Reader X 70’s!Brian May

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“Good morning, birthday girl” You stirred to your boyfriend, Brian, peppering kisses all over your face.

“It certainly is a good morning isn’t it,” you giggled at the man. God, did he love to hear your giggle. Even though you guys had only been dating for a couple months, he know that you were the one and that he absolutely loves you. Neither one of you has said “I love you”, but it was clear that what the two of you had, was special.

“How’s it feel to be one year older?” Brian asked you.

“No different honestly. Feel the same,“ You hummed caressing his hand that laid on top of you. He looked so handsome laying next to you. You could tell he had just woken up as well since his curly hair was a mess. It was the best part of your day, waking up next to him when you spent the night together.

“Is that so?”he smiled. “I have a lot in store for you today, so why don’t you take a shower and I’ll make breakfast, yeah?” He started getting out of the bed which made you frown slightly since you lost his warmth.

“Sounds great,” you said. He kissed your forehead and then left his room to start cooking. After a couple minutes of still laying in bed, you finally decided to get up and take a warm shower that was much needed.

Making your way down stairs the smell coming from the kitchen became more apparent and it smelt delightful. You were flooded with the smell of cinnamon, coffee, and oatmeal. You looked around and saw an assortment of strawberries, blackberries and apples laid out as well on the table. All your favorite fruits. You saw Brian pouring a cup of coffee and handing it to you.

“Right on time darling” he smiled to you, pulling out your chair for you to sit, which you of course did. Seeing you with damp hair from your shower and an over sized t shirt and sweatpants had him feeling some type of way. His thoughts were cut short when he heard your voice.

“Wow, Bri. You really did out do yourself. Thank you,” your heart swelled at what was before you. The man that you adored dearly, was spoiling you like a queen.

“Well of course darling. It’s your birthday after all,” he said kissing your cheek and taking a seat next to you “I’ve planned out the whole entire day to be a special one.”

“Mmm, so what’s in store?” You asked while taking a bite out of your breakfast.

“It’s a surprise,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “I can say though you’ll want to dress warm,” that last part just confused you. He knew you weren’t a fan of being in cold weather.

“Brian May are you going to have me stand out in the cold on my birthday?!”You said a little over dramatic.

“Yes. But it won’t be too cold, I promise Y/N” he said while pinching your cheeks, which made you just laugh along with him. His touch made you feel on cloud nine. You loved it when he kissed you, held your hand, or just laid his head on your shoulder. He was like a drug and you couldn’t get enough of him.

After breakfast, you went back to your own apartment to change and get ready for your day with Brian. He dropped you off and told you he’d be back to pick you up at 1 p.m. so he could set some things up. Knowing that made you feel giddy inside and made you wonder what his surprise was for you. Since you had a few hours to get ready, you put in a little more effort in your appearance today. After all, it was a special day.

You decided to put on a pair of loose fitting jeans, along with a black long sleeve turtle neck. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt like something was missing. It finally hit you that you what you needed was a red toned lip stick. As soon as you finished getting ready, your heard a knock on your door. Looking at the clock you smiled to yourself because he was right on time.

“Coming!” You called making your way to the front door. “Hi, love!”you greeted your boyfriend. To say he looked amazing was an understatement. He looked perfect. He was dressed in black trousers, a loose fitting white button up, and of course clogs. He noticed you were staring at him, which caused a light blush to rise on his cheeks.

“H-hello, love.” He looked you up and down. You looked amazing. He had a hard time trying to refrain himself from kissing and pouring out all his feelings right then and there. “Ready to go?” You nodded and slipped on a pair of ankle high boots and grabbed a jacket, just in case.

You two walked hand in hand to Brian’s car and started your little adventure. Your thoughts were interrupted by Brian’s voice.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he turned to look at you and then back to the road.

“T-Thank you, Bri,” You choked out. He’s complimented you thousands of times and every time you would go tomato red and forget how to even speak. You were in deep for this man. He had your heart.

After a few more minutes of driving, you finally pulled up to what you assumed was Brian’s destination. You exited the car and looked around at the sight before you. It was a paint studio. This made you bubble in excitement since you’ve been wanting to take paint lessons for ages now.

Brian was watching your expression on how you would react to this. He knew how bad you wanted to learn to paint, but he just wanted to be sure you wanted to do this. When you turned to him with a bright smile on your face, he knew he did a good job.

“Excited?” He asked, taking your hand and leading you to the entrance.

“Understatement of the century. I’m ecstatic!” You said, squeezing his arm. He smiled even wider hearing you say that.

The two of you checked in to the painting class and took a seat behind two white painting canvases. You were practically jumping up and down in your seat from giddiness. You calmed down once Brian placed his hand on your knee.

“Hello class! So happy for you all to join us today!” The painting teacher grabbed everyone’s attention. She had such a warm aura and soft tone. “Today we will be painting the night sky,” hearing this made you smirk and turn to Brian. He looked at you and chuckled.

“I promise I had no idea,” he leaned over and whispered to you.

The class was a step by step process which you listened to intently, wanting to make your own painting perfect. However, Brian struggled with paying attention on the teacher and instead focused on you. He watched as you carefully painted the canvas and listened to the teacher. He noticed the creases in your forehead that appeared from concentration, and the little grumbles you made when something didn’t go your way. He had to be reminded by you a couple times to focus on his own painting.

Two hours later, you and Brian were walking out with your ‘masterpieces’. It was evident that you two had no idea what the hell you were doing, but it was fun nonetheless. Both of you climbed back into his car and drove off to the next destination.

“Thank you, Bri. I had a lot of fun.” You leaned over and kissed the side of his head. More like the side of his mop of curls.

“Good I’m glad,” he said while entangling your hand with his. “Next destination now love is lunch. I can hear your bloody stomach gurgling.” he chuckled out to you. Gosh his was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard, along with his voice of course.

“Oh shut it, May!” You laughed with him. He pulled up to your favorite cafe. It was small, but the food was delicious and it was a hit with the public. The two of you took your time at lunch and talked about anything and everything. Conversation ranged from his studies to the meaning behind plant names. Odd I know, but that’s what made you and Brian so perfect for each other. The fact that you guys can just talk, with out fear of what the other might think.

Before you two left, Brian had to go to the bathroom. And when he was walking back, he flashed you the toothy grin that he always does, but this time it was different. It was like a wave of emotions over took you and you realized how perfect he was. You’ve always known how impeccable he was, but in that moment, with his curly hair, clogs, and his everything you realized something. You realized that you were in love with Brian Harold May. Before you could go deeper into your feelings of love for your boyfriend, you were interrupted by a hand waving in front of your face.

“Love did you hear a single word I said ?” He asked.

“I.. uh.. sorry Bri. What did say?” You pretty much said in a whisper.

“I asked if you were ready,”

“Oh yeah...” you nodded and stood up “lets go,” you grinned to him and started walking, leading the way for him to follow.

While buckling up, Brian had told you that this drive was gonna be longer. Around an hour or so.

On the drive you noticed how the masses of people and towns was becoming a little sparse, and instead was replaced with on going fields.

“Bri, please tell me you’re not taking me to the middle of nowhere to kill me...” you said half jokingly. Hearing you say this made Brian crack into a fit laughter.

“I would never, Y/L!” He told you still grinning.

“I don’t know, Bri... you could be some mad scientist,”

“Astrophysicist,” he corrected.

“Right. Some mad astrophysicist,” you said, smirking. Of course he would correct you.

Eventually he pulled up to a trail, that led to who knows where.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. That caught Brian’s attention.

“What? Is something wrong?” He asked with a tone of concern.

“YOU REALLY ARE GONNA KILL ME!” You bellowed.

“Y/N, I swear on my life and Queen’s, that I’m not going to kill you!” It’s like you did a whole 180 in your attitude because your turned to him and said “I know,” and kissed him. Both of you go out of the car and locked the doors.

The trail Brian was leading you down was roughly a mile long, which made you regret wearing your boots. The scenery was pretty though, and the view of Brian’s behind was even better...

“Y/N, I can feel you starring at my ass,” Brian said coyly.

“Can’t help it love, you’re just so handsome,” you told him, and giving him a quick peck on his cheek. You doing that made him blush even more than before. “So, where are you leading me to Mr. May?”

“You’ll see love. We’re almost there.” You could tell that he was becoming a little nervous. The reason behind why he was nervous, you had no idea, but you decided not to push it. You noticed that the sun was starting to set, and that it was becoming a little cooler. You cursed yourself for not bringing a warmer jacket with you for tonight.

“We’re here,” Brian said. You looked at the site before you. There was a blanket laid out on the field with a little picnic basket on top. Surrounding it was a few candles, along with a vase filled with your favorite flowers. And of course laying next to everything was his guitar.

“Brian,” you gasped. Tears that you didn’t know you had, started to flow down your cheeks.

“Do you like it?” Brian asked quietly.

“Oh Brian... I love it!” You hugged him tightly. He hugged you back just as tight. Neither of you wanted to let go of each other, so you just stayed there for a moment, enjoying each other’s embrace. Eventually you guys pulled back and walked to the blanket and sat down.

“I thought that we could watch the sun set and enjoy the night sky away from all the chaos in the city,” Brian told you, with a shy smile on his face.

“Sounds perfect, Bri” you smiled back, cupping his face in your hand. “I might have a hard time not starring at you though,” you winked at him. He just rolled his eyes and pulled you to where you were laying between his legs and against his chest. The two of you watched the remainder of the sun disappear and the night sky envelop everything around you. You felt like you could lay on Brian forever, that is until he moved to light the candles.

“Setting the mood, lover boy?” You asked playfully. He shook his head and smiled at your comment.

“I guess I am,” is all he said.

“Good,” you laid down on your back “I’ve always wanted to do it outside,” that made him choke. He had no reply to that at all. He was absolutely baffled at what you said. He looked over at you and saw that you were shivering so he dug into the basket and handed you a blanket.

“Thank you Bri,” you smiled at him, with your teeth chattering. You looked back up to the sky and heard Brian sit down next to you, grabbing his guitar. You smiled when you heard him play a riff and softly singing. You looked at him and it was like you forgot to breath. He looked so beautiful under the night sky, playing his guitar perfectly, along with his amazing voice. You were about to tell him you loved him but he spoke up before you did.

“I have a few presents for you,” he said as he stopped the sound of his guitar.

“Bri you didn’t have to do that. Today already has been enough,” you said while sitting up. You knew he didn’t have a load of cash to spend on you, so you always felt bad when he did pay.

“Y/L, stop. It’s your birthday,” he pulled out a bag out of the basked and handed it to you.

“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” He was so fidgety from the suspense of whether or not you were going to like his gift. You plucked out the tissue paper one by one just to tease him. In the bag was a black box and an envelope. Instinctively, you chose the envelope first, which made Brian tense up a bit. He was incredibly nervous now. You opened up the envelope carefully and pulled out the letter that was inside. You eyed Brian for a second before turning back to the letter to read it. Immediately, you started smiling because it was so sweet what Brian had wrote. He talked about all the little things he adored about you, and some of his favorite memories the two of you shared. He talked about how in the short time of being together, how you two have grown so much. All of this was making you cry like a sprinkler. It wasn’t til you read the end when your breath got caught in your throat. You read what he had written over and over again. ‘I love you, Y/N Y/L/N’

“Y/L...” Brian spoke up. His heart was about to beat out of his chest. Your eyes looked at his, to see if there was any hints of untruthfulness.

“Do you mean this, Bri?” You asked him in a hushed tone.

“I do...” he nodded, still staring into your eyes.

“Every single word. I love you,” After he said it out loud it was like a weight was lifted off of both your shoulders and you could both breathe again. Without warning, you lunged forward and connected your’s and Brian’s lips together. The kiss was soft and passionate. You didn’t even have to say it back, the kiss was enough for Brian to know how you felt. You pulled back to catch your breath.

“I love you too,” You said, heaving a bit. Brian kissed you again, which you melted into. After a few moments Brian pulled back and that made you groan because you never wanted the moment to end.

“Open the rest of your gift, love” you nodded and reached for the box inside the bag. You opened it slowly and found a beautiful silver necklace with a coin shaped pendant hanging off of it. Engraved in it was the shape of your zodiac sign constellation. You grinned at the necklace, then at Brian. He’s such a dork.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Brian.” You leaned over and pecked him in the lips. “Mind putting it on me?” Your turned around and moved your hair to the side to allow him to clip the necklace on easier. You could tell that he was struggling a bit since it was so dark, but he eventually managed.

You both laid down on your backs and looked up at the sky letting the sound of the night and your own breathing being the only thing heard. Until you spoke up.

“I don’t think I want this night to ever end,” you looked at Brian with a little smile on your face.

“Nights not over yet, love” he winked at you. You grinned at his comment. You knew exactly what that meant.

“Does that mean I have one more present in store for me?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes with an innocent look on your face.

“Love don’t start something you can’t finish,”

“You know I always finish with you Bri,” you said smugly. Your comment caused him to chuckle. God you loved that man.

[gayspamer]

Lil’ Masterlist 💕

I haven’t written a lot but I thought it’d be good to put it together 

Joe Mazzello

Fluff

Looking for Somebody to Love (CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2)

Smut

The other side of Joe 

Roger Taylor 

Smut

Lady Drummer

Fluff

Jealousy 

Gwilym Lee

Fluff

Love doesn't last forever

[local-troubled-writer]

Masterpost

This is where all writing will be listed! * = smut, // = fluff, “ = angst

Brian May:

         Stressed Out: Part One*, Part Two//

John Deacon:

         And Then There Was Warmth//, State of Grace “

Rami Malek:

        I Know A Place: Part One

Ben Hardy: 

       On Opposite Sides of the Door “

       Untitled Sam Taylor Project: Teaser, Playlist, 1,

    ��  Untitled Sam Taylor Project Social Media: 1

[comeon-fuckme-emoboy]

SOS PLEASE HELP

I need some really good Queen/BoRhap fanfic series to read because I may have homework I need to do but I love procrastinating so hook a girl up with your fav series

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Songbird of Jamestown Chapter 3 (Samuel Castell x fem! Reader

Summary: The year is 1620. You have arrived at the Jamestown colony along hoping for a new life, friendship, and possibly marriage. Falling in love with the already betrothed company recorder and gaining unexpected enemies wasn’t a part of the plan, though.   

A/N: Checking this, it seems my writing got somehow deleted and I was not a happy camper!!! So here it is again!!

One scene of this chapter was inspired by a scene in @bluesfortheredj���‘s masterpiece A Beautiful Mistake. So all credit goes to that work and its writer! Please read their work and give them all the love and support and reblogs!!! Here we start with a very lovely, sweet scene that includes some fluffy flower picking. Enjoy everyone! But the drama is just beginning and poor Reader is in for it soon... 

Content Warning: brief physical abuse. Attempts at historical accuracy.

Word Count: 3122

“Alice! Are you sure?” you asked.

She shrugged and said, “I have to. I won’t be alone. No matter what I think I…I must do it. I’ll be back home soon to you.”

Home. Already this place that was her little shelter away from her trauma was her home. Not the place she was bound to. The place you now knew the family was in debt in order to have her.

She gave you a look that everything was alright, despite its tiredness and walked off with the family. You clenched your fists and stared until she had disappeared. Just to be sure.

Off to see the lands that she would have to manage soon. Lands that would support her.

Yet at what cost?

The next few hours were quite typical. Church dulled everyone. People turned to chatter and gossip and scatter as soon as that final amen boomed the white, wooden walls. Jocelyn walked out with her nice hat and clean cloak and walked before the many men of the council. She was like a shadow behind them as they walked into the courthouse and she had vanished. Nothing different.

But what was different was Samuel approaching you.

“Miss Y/L/N, have you, by chance, seen the field yet?” he questioned.

You shook your head and gave a slight bow, though propriety inside of you demanded you keep your eyes to his polished shoes, you kept looking up. At least while he was still free, you could enjoy what you saw.

“No, Master Castell, in between chores and church I have not,” you answer politely.

“Well, I have had some of my duties relieved and I have been gifted a free afternoon. Might I accompany you there? I know it’s nearby but…you may feel a little safer.” He suggested. 

He even stretched out an arm for you to hold onto.

You nodded eagerly, took his arm, and walked by his side. A few townspeople looked up in a little bit of amazement. Samuel Castell walking in public next to a young woman who was not his servant.

Especially not his fiancée.

But you tried your best to ignore such squinted looks and enjoy how the sunshine felt on your cheeks and the slight green sea of grass beyond the gate.

It was a rare day in Virginia that did not feel burning compared to England. The field outside the gate was green as could be. Samuel pointed to the east and walked next to you. Soon enough, as he promised, near the woods, there were the promised flowers. Colors filled up your eyes, more colors than you could even imagine. Far more colors than England. Yellows. Reds. Whites. The greens and browns of the trees, grass, and soil.

In a few feet of walking, you spied the flowers. A whole, long crowd of them springing proudly up to that endless blue sky. You let go of his arm and raced out. A bit of childish cheering let out of you. But how long has it been since you had seen flowers?

“This land is rich in many things, not just gold,” he affirmed, calling out.

At once, you began to sit a little in the grass, picking up what you could eagerly. It felt like grabbing for bread. You brought a few yellow blooms to your face to take in that warm, earthy scent. You even spotted a small purple flower, as fragile and tiny but proud.

“Master Castell!” you said. You turned around where he had stood close by, merely watching under the shade of some trees.

You picked up the flower and brought it to him.

“I’ve never seen purple in a flower before!” you said happily.

“It’s lovely,” he agreed with a smile that made you feel even warmer.

He took it in his hands, and you admired how long and smooth his fingers looked as he twirled the little flower around, his hands were large, befitting a very tall, broad man and he could have easily crushed it. Yet he didn’t.

He handed it back to you, pressing two of his hands between yours, feeling the coolness of his rings.

“I think Alice would love it, dearly!” he boasted.

“She would!” you look around and then at him. You had the urge to pause. A slight breeze picked up and you felt bits of your hair drift off.

It was getting too warm. You wanted to take it off, to have the back of your head feel free and light. To not put in another strand or hurry somewhere to tuck it into your bun at least.

But the words on your last day at the boat were still there. And you were in a man’s presence, too.

“What is it, Miss?” Samuel asked. He walked forward and leaned a little closer to you.

You lowered your eyes.

“Would you not like to keep a few flowers? I thought a few would light up the little house I have, but perhaps you would like some as well?”

“Well I…yes, I think I would,” Samuel answers. He blinks in surprise but delighted surprise.

You stifle a laugh at the thought of making a purple flower crown and standing on your toes to crown it on his brown head. But you settle for choosing a couple of white and yellow ones and then handing it to him. The wind picks up slightly and you feel a few more untucked strands fly out. So much for propriety.

“I thought yellow because I remember that was what you were wearing when I walked off the ship,” you say.

He smiled a little, “really?”

“Well, no other person was wearing the color! So you popped out quite a bit like these flowers!”

He looked down at the blossoms. You wondered if he would comment on how his fiancée or even his servant would love them. But he was quiet, only smiling. Sweetly as well.

“I will keep them safe, my lady.” He praised tenderly.

He looked at you, breathing a little quickly. His eyes darted around a bit.

“Miss Y/L/N…” he began.

You turned around and sat up.

“I…I mean…” he started. He looked up at you and down at the flowers, twiddling the flowers a little.

“I thought this morning I heard you with the blacksmith and before that, you were singing that ballad….

It is a pleasant melody, old, but sweet. Yet I cannot remember all of the words. Only the first bit.” He explained. He fiddled with the rings on his left hand.

“Greensleeves? Well, I can…” you say shyly.

You begin to gather some flowers as you busy your hands, trying hard not to look at Samuel and sing them, or else you know you would feel something inside you break.

“Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart

Oh, why did you so enrapture me?

Now I remain in a world apart

But my heart remains in captivity

Greensleeves was all my joy

Greensleeves was my delight

Greensleeves was my heart of gold

And who but my lady Greensleeves

I have been ready at your hand

To grant whatever you would crave

I have both wagered life and land

Your love and good-will for to have.

Greensleeves was all my joy

Greensleeves was my delight

Greensleeves was my heart of gold

And who but my lady Greensleeves”

When you peeked back at Samuel, he looked a little flushed himself.

“Well, I may have to write them down!” he quipped.

He looked at you for a moment, those last minutes finishing the garlands.

Your beautiful, smiling face underneath the sunlight. With the grass, the faint chirrup of birds, and the colorful flowers all around.

How your skirt bloomed around you gently, like a rose blossom among these.

And your sweet, soft humming, recalling and even repeating the lyrics of that old Tudor lament for memory. There was something inside him that refused silence.

He didn’t know when it started, perhaps when he noticed how you defended Alice and got to see the true nature of your character, one of bravery in the midst of danger, utter devotion to those close to your heart, empathy, and determination to fight for those who have been hurt in spite of what others in that position would choose.

Maybe it was your eyes in church, tired, but a little bright. Half in the earth, half in heaven. But which part of you came from which half was sometimes even unknown to him.

Perhaps it even started when you stepped off of that boat. Shy, a little hurried, clearly worn from the journey, yet still hopeful, curious, looking for a bit of good in spite of the grey, dirt, and rocks, and clutching a book in your hand. The only other person in all of Virginia interested in books. Other than him.

He wanted to admit it, for the first time to himself, out loud, what was locking him up. The reason for those sleepless nights he had. For when he was alone, those thoughts would not go away. Especially not in dreaming.

There was so much he wanted to say at that moment, yet all he could get out was about bloody Greensleeves lyrics.

“Are you done, my lady? Allow me to walk you home, Mercy might need assistance with supper…”

The next morning, when you woke up you noticed something at the window. A spy, perhaps? You leaped out of bed and ran forward.

But no, it was a small gathering of primroses!

“Alice, look!” you gasp, shaking her awake.

She hurried out, still in her nightgown and returned with the pink flowers in hand.

“Why, they’re beautiful! Are you going to make this hut a garden?” she wondered, sniffing them and looking at the other wildflowers around your house.

You shake your head. “Oh, no! Not at all! I didn’t pick them yesterday!”

There is no note, no object, no sign at all who the flowers are for. So you both are quiet until you start poking at her.

“I think it’s Silas…or James!” you joke.

“What, no!” Alice denies, though her blushing betrays her.

“Oh, Alice! You’re a coquette! Admit it!” you tease lightly.

Alice smiles a little bit, hits you lightly, and sniffs the flowers a second time. She collects a tin cup to put them in on the table. You both smile at how it is another pinch of color among even the wildflowers you had managed to decorate in the place.

The simultaneous gurgling of both your stomachs interrupted the scene.

“Is there any bread left? I’m famished and we can’t eat flowers!” Alice wonders.

She walked over to the small kitchen area. There was only enough for two slices. She looked in the pot and saw that there was only so much milk that the goat was letting out at a time for two grown women to drink.

“We will be out soon…” you fret. “Do you have any spare coin for a bit of meat for later?”

Alice shook her head. “Not much, because I’m about to be…”

A little exasperated from hunger you groan “uggh! There’s hardly anything!” You almost go over to kick the pail but you stop yourself, feeling Alice’s warm hand grab your arm so tightly you feel the bone.

You pause a bit, Alice turning pale at the reminder of who would be providing for her for the rest of her days.

“Sorry…I have a rather nasty temper sometimes…I just need to work, that’s it…” you correct.

Besides, you weren’t Alice. You didn’t have men falling at your feet with the promise of income with just one word from you.

If you wanted to have enough to live, you needed to do it yourself.

Alice chews her lip.

“Maybe…if you went around town and spoke to a few people, you might find something. Though, one never knows what will happen, Y/N!” she shrugs.

You put on your outing cloak and tuck your hair into a cap and head off into town. If you looked carefully, amid the clang of James’s iron, the polite tipping of hats, or the smell of fires being kindled, there would be a way to make some wages.

Well, to respectfully make wages. Prostitution was at least extreme and at most possibly illegal.

But as you passed the Meeting House, there you caught two faces you had not seen in public outside of the church. One was the golden head of Jocelyn, and the other was the white-capped head of Mercy. Your mouth opened a little as if to call out her name impulsively.

But you had barely taken a step further when Jocelyn reached an arm up and slapped Mercy across the face. The servant girl was so surprised the hit pushed her to the ground.

You jumped, letting out a cry in surprise the same as Mercy. Mercy looked up, red-faced and tears welling up. Her tiny hands were full of dirt.

“That’s what you get when you won’t hold your tongue!” Jocelyn hissed, her hand was still up and her fist clenched.

Samuel had just hurried out when he saw the scene. His blue eyes seemed squinted, confused, and shocked, looking between the three women. Only you went down to catch Mercy’s hand while Jocelyn laced her arm around Samuel, sighing.

You look up at Samuel, then back down to Mercy, leaning down to pull her up.

You looked back at the two, then at Mercy.

“Mercy…you should have…well…” your mouth moved faster than your brain and Mercy was still sobbing.

“I will look after her and then return, safely.” You promise the couple and then head off.

Samuel stole one last, sad look at you as if to memorize how your footsteps sound on the ground. Merely giving him a worried glance, you turn your head to Mercy.

“Oh…it’s you! Oh, you are such a good soul!” Mercy blabbered as you reached your home.

“I know your mistress well, Mercy. I slept near her on the ship. I was going to tell you that you should have known better than to do something to provoke her…but with Jocelyn, who knows what will provoke her,” you sigh.

The heavy smell of all of the flowers hits you even just outside the door. You lead her inside and decide to give her a bit of water.

“For you, Mistress Mercy,” you say.

Mercy returns it, the memory of your mistake shining in her eyes.

“My mistress was in a foul mood…well, my soon-to-be mistress. She kept telling me she wasn’t feeling well and my chatting was making her worse but…” she began to cry again into her cup.

“My tongue! My bloody tongue!” she wailed.

You begin to hush her and even hold her hand. Mercy cried, shaking, and then paused. Tears now were arriving much slower. Her chest was heaving far slower too.

“Miss Y/N, it’s been told people hear you sing as you do your chores,” she whimpered.

“Oh, really?” you reply with a blush.

“Do you know anything nice? Anything comforting, please. I haven’t worked for so long I can’t remember any.”

You begin singing one of comfort to her and she only looks at you, occasionally sipping her water.

and assure it’s alright when you hear a knock.

Arriving, it is Samuel again. You could have jumped if you weren’t so used to him surprising you.

“Is she alright?” he asked, leaning down to look you in the eye.

“A bit in shock, but yes, she is. She just needs a bit of time…” you answer. You turn your head back to see Mercy has set her cup down and jolted up to stand for her employer.

“I just wanted to say…thank you, for looking after her. Mercy is a gentle soul. She doesn’t even burn my bread without a hundred apologies after I was…shocked too.” He added.

“Is your…your wife at peace?” you ask, not resisting the bitterness.

“No, not yet. She is feeling very ill, she claims but Christopher will…”

“She should not have hit her,” you blurt.

“I agree.” He huffs.

Mercy’s eyes grow wide watching you both. She starts to make her way back down to her seat and keeps drinking her water.

You walk outside with him and close the door, better to leave the poor girl in peace for a second.

“Master Castell…” you begin and he looks at you.

Why? Why are you marrying her? You wanted to ask. Can’t you see who she really is?

“Master Castell…are you happy?” you manage to question.

There is a little pause. You both remain in the shadow of the house for a while as it stretches with the setting sun. “Almost, Y/N.”

You were a little shocked.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” he apologizes, he even steps back.

“It’s alright!” you insist, raising your hands peacefully.

“I’ll pay for it; you can call me Samuel.”

“Alright Samuel, would you like to talk to Mistress Mercy?” you offered, lightening the mood.

“I will walk her home when she is ready. I will speak with her then and Y/N…thank you. Endlessly.”

You went back to Mercy. Her face was still red and her dress dirty. You wiped off the dirt with a cloth and asked her something to distract her.

“Do you know of any work? I can sew, but I’m bad at cooking,” you list, counting skills on your fingers.

“Some gentlemen need maids for their wives and servants, I know of a few. With so many men, women are getting married every day.” Mercy reports. She sets aside her cup and curiously fingers through the flowers.

You thought of the upcoming Castell nuptials. It was probably the day after tomorrow, from the rumors you heard. As you got a cool cloth for Mercy’s cheek, you made silent plans to visit Verity’s tavern and wheedle her for as many ales as you could possibly drink that very night so you could forget…

“All it seems except my mistress…”

Your head whipped around and you nearly dropped the cloth.

“What! I mean, what do you mean?” you hiss, aware of who might be right outside the door.

“Oh, it must be one reason my mistress struck me. She doesn’t like living where she is, the bed’s too hard for her and she has to try to clean and cook like a servant, she claims.”

“Mercy, what about your mistresses’ wedding?”

“Master Castell is delaying the day of the wedding by a month!” she exclaimed.

[wannawritefast]

Breaking Down Doors

A/N: Hello, lovelies! I wrote this for fun and I had such a great time writing it. HUGE shoutout to my beta reader/editor/fan material dealer. She is only feeding my fangirl addiction and I am loving it. Also, big shoutout to @hollandroos. I admire you so much as a writer and you inspired me to come back to writing. Here you go! Enjoy my darlings! xoxo, Echo (1/2/18)

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Warnings: Mild language, mentions of alcohol, fluff(?)

Your new neighbor had moved in a couple of weeks ago. You hadn’t properly met him yet, only catching fleeting glances of the lanky, curly-headed brunette while the two of you headed out for the day in a rush to get to work or class or wherever he went; you always went opposite directions after hustling down the thin wooden flights of stairs of questionable structural integrity.

You couldn't help but wonder what he was like aside from brushing your book bag against his denim-clad pant leg in the narrow hallway. Sometimes you’d even see a new person with an instrument case show themselves into his flat from the safety of your peephole.

You weren’t nosy! Ok, maybe you were but that was only because the neighborhood was dodgy, the walls were thin, and the stairs jostled the whole floor when someone so much as tiptoed up those steps from hell. It didn’t help that one of your cats was always so irritated that a cough from two floors up set him off.

You couldn't help your curiosity and you were even kind of intrigued. But right now you were simply steaming mad.

You couldn't imagine why your unnamed neighbor was hosting what sounded like a rock concert in his shoebox of an apartment this late on a Thursday evening. You hadn’t minded the noise that much during the previous Thursday concerts but you had an exam the next morning, an important one that you could not afford to just brush aside and/or fail. You were knackered and desperate for at least a minute of quiet study time before retiring to bed.

A drum beat (the same that had been starting and stopping for the past hour) began again and you smacked your sock-covered feet flat onto the creaky floor and stomped to your door. Your cats chirped curiously.

You threw it open nearly pulling it off the hinges and not bothering to close it behind you; your cats examined the small hallway from the doorway but you didn’t notice.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The drums, bass, and guitar continued. You had unintentionally knocked on beat with whatever melody they were playing, and they hadn’t heard you.

Your cats had since experimentally drifted into the hallway. You tried again, staggering your knocks to no rhythm in particular and making them more frantic in pace and volume.

THUMP! Thump. Thump. THUMP! THUMP! Thump. Thump. Thump. THUMP!

To no avail, they didn’t even slow down. The music, in fact, got louder.

You were going in.

At this point, you were beyond angry and just plain exhausted. You wrapped your palm around the knob and pushed against the door with your shoulder and all the anger in your body. Nothing a little brute force couldn't fix.

To say you got a bit more than you bargained for would be quite the understatement.

The door not only opened but was knocked off of its hinges and boomed when it hit the floor with you on top of it. A cloud of dust poofed up around you wearing nothing but your thin slip dress for pajamas lying on the door. The instruments ceased playing immediately. You certainly had the band’s attention now.

For a solid few moments no one said anything and no one moved. Even the blonde drummer’s arms remained suspended in midair from shock. You glanced from person to person, eyes wide and jaw dropped at what you had just done. You had just broken down your neighbors door…

“I’m Y/N,” you said, sprawled awkwardly atop the fallen door. “I hope you don’t mind me dropping in.”

Your neighbor chuckled heartily. “Brian May.”

“Either you’re really strong or this building is a piece of shit. John, by the way,” You shot your gaze to the bassist who had spoken.

“I think it’s both,” a voice sounded from behind and above you. You looked over your shoulder at who had spoken. “Sorry I’m late.” A man stood in the hallway with one of your cats cradled in his arm and the other standing on one of his shoulders. Both were purring up a storm. “Interesting ensemble, darling. All you need is booties and a patterned jacket and you’ve got yourself a show stopper. Mary would agree.”

“I-” you stammered. What on earth was happening? You blinked furiously. “This is just my pajamas.”

“Nonsense,” The man replied. “Nice knickers, by the way.” You gasped at his comment as the man nonchalantly stepped over you, your cats still tight in his embrace.

That seemed to snap the drummer out of his stupor. He dropped his drumsticks and stood to his feet attempting to catch a glimpse of your mentioned unmentionables. Brian picked up one of the dropped drumsticks and threw it at him in your defense. The drummer exclaimed in pain and you adjusted the hem of your quite short nightdress as you attempted to stand up.

Brian set his electric guitar down and stepped over to you to help you to your feet.

“Are you alright?” Brian asked. His hazel eyes scrutinized your face for any tell that you were injured.

“I broke down your door and you’re asking if I’m alright,” you dusted the front of your dress off as you finished standing. “But yes, I am alright. A little bruised but ok.”

“I think knocking would have sufficed to get my attention.” Brian joked as he released your hands after guiding you off of the fallen door.

“Wearing that certainly got my attention,” the drummer cut in.

You snapped your gaze to the smirking drummer who had his arms crossed over his chest. That seemed to reignite the anger that sent you to this side of the floor in the first place. You rolled your eyes. Brian resisted the urge to laugh at the incredulity of his friend’s sexual advances being ignored.

“Yeah? Mine should be on my books in my flat. Some people are trying to study you know,” you quipped. Your legs were raw and covered in dust and splinters. You would certainly have to either take a second bath tonight and not take one tomorrow or risk putting splinters in your bed, but you simply couldn't afford to put another bath on your water bill. You were barely getting by as it was.

“Who in the bloody hell studies on a Thursday evening?” Little drummer boy would not shut his trap.

“I bloody do!” You fired back. “I have a massive exam tomorrow and I can’t focus with you guys banging on your instruments over here.”

The drummer moved to speak but you pointed your finger at him to stop his smart mouth. “Just don’t, blondie.” You turned to Brian. “Could you please either move your rehearsal to some other place or some other time?”

“No can do, darling,” the man holding your cats decided to finally butt in again. “We’ve got a gig tomorrow. A big one. We can’t not rehearse.”

“Well, I can’t not study.”

There was silence in the flat as a stalemate ensued. The band members and you stared at Brian waiting on him to make a decision.

“Don’t look at me!” He put his hands up in surrender. “I mean, I think we deserve to be able to rehearse in peace. Especially since you broke down my door.”

Your jaw dropped. Oh no. This was not getting pinned on you. “I tried knocking. Twice. But nobody heard me over your ruckus. Would you rather me file a noise complaint instead? Because that can be arranged.”

Brian began to get a little upset. “I don’t see the difference since I would have had to pay out of pocket anyways. Pile on the costs, why don’t you?” His hazel eyes crinkled as he frowned. You took a step forward and glared straight up at him.

“If you guys hadn’t been making so much noise this late, I wouldn’t have come over here to complain!” You shot back.

“Oh, so, now it’s my fault that you broke down my door?!”

“Look I said I was sorry-”

“No, you didn’t,” Brian cut you off. He crossed his arms. How did he end up looking strangely attractive at a time like this?

“I beg your pardon!”

“Pardon granted,” he sassed. “You did not apologize.”

“Yes, I did! Right…” you gestured to the man now cradling both of your cats.

“Freddie.” He answered.

“I’m Roger, by the way,” the drummer butted in. You stared at the cheeky look on his face before turning back to the cat whisperer.

“Freddie! Right? I apologized!”

“No, you didn’t, darling.” Freddie corrected.

You flushed a bit. You could have sworn that you had apologized. You must have been mistaken. You blinked your embarrassment away and looked back at Brian who was looking down at you with a smug look on his face. “You were saying?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry for breaking down your door. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“Can you let us finish our rehearsal in peace?”

You huffed begrudgingly. “And how long is that going to take?”

“Now that Freddie’s here… 2, 3 more hours if we don’t take breaks.”

Your jaw dropped. “3 MORE HOURS?!”

“Probably closer to four because we’re debuting a song tomorrow. You’re welcome to come by the way… I can get you in for free if you-”

“I have an exam tomorrow and you’re going to be keeping me up even later?!”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

You couldn't believe this. You admired the band’s tenacity but you wished it was happening elsewhere. “I’m leaving.” Your cats didn’t even pay you any mind. Taking steps toward them, you extended your arms to take them away from Freddie but one ignored you and the other seemed to glare at you.

You began muttering to yourself. “Great! First they take my study time. Then my sanity. And now my cats! Just perfect!” You turned on your heel and stalked toward the door.

“It was great to meet you!” The drummer called after you.

“Can’t say the same,” you called back. “Freddie, just drop the cats off when they’re ready to come back. I’ll leave the door unlocked so nobody gets any ideas.” You glared pointedly at Brian and Freddie bowed his head in salute.

And with that you turned on your heel and went to the flat. “So are you saying that you like me?!” The drummer yelled after you again.

“Oh, bugger off!” You cursed at him as you shut your door behind you.

“I think she likes me, Deaky.”

“I’m not entirely sure that’s correct.”

You spent the rest of the night hunched over your books with your fingers in your ears, attempting to block out the rhythmic drumming happening what sounded like right in your room. You weren’t sure that plugging your ears really helped you focus, what with the drumbeats shaking the floorboards. Only time would tell, you supposed.

The last thing you remembered before shutting your eyes was rereading the same paragraph over and over. When you opened your eyes, your nose was stuck in the crease of the book on your coffee table and you had a pencil hanging limply in one hand.

You sat up slowly expecting to feel tight back muscles from the cold air in your apartment but you were surprised to feel a woven blanket draped on your shoulders instead. Oh, that must’ve been why you hadn’t woken up…

Behind you on the couch cushions, your cats were sprawled on top of blankets of their own with a sheet over the both of them. Spoiled rotten the both of them were…

You reached your palms toward the ceiling, stretching your spine and arms. You yawned as you looked about the gray London sunlit room.

Sunlit…

Sunlight.

SUNLIGHT!!

Oh, shit! You looked at the clock nestled above your door. You had exactly 12 minutes to get ready.

Jumping to your feet you bumbled around your apartment, grabbing various items of clothing and yanking them on. You pulled your brush through your hair quickly and shoved your books into your bag.

As your cats finally yawned awake at your commotion, you wrenched your door open. Without a second thought you sprinted through the doorway. You only made it one pace before you slammed right into somebody.

Newton’s laws of physics taught you that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. And that’s precisely what happened. You fell painfully right on your bum with an ‘oof’ and some… other choice words tumbling out of your mouth.

“Blimey! Are you ok?”

You sat up on your elbows and looked up at who exactly had caused you to test out gravity. Your guitar-playing neighbor stood over you with disposable travel mugs in his hands. Of fucking course you had to run into him. Brian immediately set them on the floor and leaned forward to help you up.

“I’m fine,” you got out through gritted teeth.

“You certainly have a knack for falling down,” he joked. If you had been on more amiable terms with him, perhaps you would have laughed. But you were much too tired, stressed, and cross at him to do anything but grunt in agreement.

It’s not that you hated Brian. You actually decided, while you were studying last night, that you found him quite attractive. Rather, you hated that he had kept you up and been a completely inconsiderate neighbor.

You dusted off your sore bum as Brian let go of your hand and went to pick up the travel mugs on the floor. He extended one of his lanky arms toward you, offering you a mug.

“Here,” he said. You looked him in his hazel eyes to make sure that he hadn’t been joking with him.

“Are you having a laugh?” You asked as you began to reach for it. This had to be some kind of a jest.

“Oh, no! Not at all!” Brian exclaimed. He pushed it into your hands, your fingers instantly warming up. “I got you a coffee. I didn’t know how you liked it, you’ll have to forgive me. But I brought some creams and sugars.”

Brian produced a crumpled brown paper bag from one of his pockets in his jacket. He handed over the entire thing that was halfway full with the aforementioned condiments. It was far more than what you needed but, an unspeakably kind gesture nonetheless.

You were rendered speechless. A man you had just met, rather unpleasantly, might you add, had extended an olive branch to you. A hot, liquid, caffeine-laden olive branch.

Needless to say, you felt like an arse.

“I don’t- I don’t know what to say, Brian,” you confessed. “Thank you… so very much. You did not have to do this.”

“Rubbish!” He shook his head and his dark curls bounced around. “I wanted to. I felt bad for keeping you up when you have an exam this morning. Hopefully the coffee helps keep you awake.”

You closed your door behind you and locked it as you began to head slowly for the stairs. Brian kept pace with you.

“It will, don’t you worry about that. It’s just that I should have gotten you coffee,” you explained. “I did break your door clean off of its hinges. I owe you big time.”

“It’s no big deal, honest,” Brian brushed it aside.

“No, I mean it,” you urged. “That was not okay of me to do. I was angry and brash and unapologetic. And if you’re living here, I imagine you aren’t making much more than I am.”

“No no! It’s just fine-”

“Please, Brian…” You cut him off. “Let me make it up to you. How can I make it up to you?”

“You don’t have to! I literally said that you are alright.”

“But I want to! I can give you money to pay for the door. I can clean your entire flat-”

“Ok, fine! I’ve got it!” Brian stopped your ramblings. You looked up at the tall man and stopped at the bottom of the sidewalk, awaiting his proposal. “Come to our gig tonight.”

“What?”

“Yeah, come to our gig tonight. If you think we’re utter bollocks, you never have to come to another one again. If you end up liking us, you’ll always have a ticket to our shows. Free of charge.”

“Brian, the point of doing a favor is to be charged. How is me going to your band’s gig a favor to you?”

“Because I said so. You asked me how you could make it up so I answered,” he said, giving you a cheeky smile.

After you agreed, Brian quickly gave you the details and told you to tell any of the bouncers at the pub they were playing at that you were with Brian May. The implications of the statement made you flush a bit but you didn’t let it show.

“Well, Brian May,” you started, “thank you again for the coffee. Oh! I’m sorry about my cats by the way.”

“They were no bother really. I didn’t wake you when I dropped them off, did I?”

“Not at all!” He put a hand on his hip and his sharp features angled upward into a smile at your answer.

“And I didn’t wake you when I put the-” Brian mimed pulling a cloak over his shoulders. So he was the one that covered you last night? That was so sweet.

“No, I was out like a light,” you laughed. “You don’t want any cream or sugars?” You shook the bag in your hand.

“I drink my coffee black,” he replied. To prove his point, he took a drink from his coffee with no accoutrements. Brian didn’t even seem to flinch at the bitterness.

“We get it, you’re a badass,” you poked at him.

He chuckled lightly and ran his thumb over his upper lip. “Don’t you have an exam or something?”

You rolled your eyes and began walking backwards. “Thank you again for the coffee, Brian.”

“Good luck! Not that you’ll need it.” He nodded his head in farewell accompanied with a wink. It took you aback a little bit. “I’ll see you tonight, Y/n!”

“See you tonight!”

You blew through your exam. Either you had known everything or you had known nothing. In fact, you were one of the first to finish.

And you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited for tonight. You practically skipped the way back to your flat from university.

It was like the anger and exhaustion that had plagued you not even 24 hours earlier had been replaced by excitement and, dare you say, giddiness. Your cats were beyond confused at the piles of clothes now littering your room. You supposed they weren’t terribly upset about it though since they had bundled themselves into one of your jumpers.

After about a half hour you decided on an outfit to wear and worked on your chores until it was time to get ready to leave a few hours later. Soon enough, you arrived at the pub that Brian had specified.

The doors were bursting at the seams and the air seeping out of the pub already smelled of alcohol, sweat, and cigar smoke. But you didn’t mind. If the crowd was any sign of how good the music was going to be, you decided it was well worth the sea of people. Besides, it had to be good to some degree if it kept you up so late and the band had stayed up so late to rehearse.

There was queue of people at the entry booth waiting to pay to get in and it looked like the line was at a halt. And you were 30 minutes early as it was! You gulped harshly wondering how on earth you were going to get inside…

And more importantly, how you were going to get to Brian with all of these people…

Following Brian’s instructions you stepped up to one of the bouncers guarding the door. He towered over you.

“Um, Brian told me to tell you that I was with him…” The bouncer only blinked. “Brian May… The guitarist.”

The man huffed. “What’s your name?”

You squeaked out your response and he only raised a brow at you before he picked up his radio and spoke into it. Wow… This was a big deal. A big gig for certain.

And perhaps a big mistake… What if you were at the wrong pub? Oh, God… What if Brian had been having a go at you and hadn’t-

“Y/n?” The man gruffly called out. You took a step forward and nodded. “Follow me please.” The man turned and another man of equal size and stature took his place as he led you inside the packed venue.

You followed as the bouncer elbowed his way through the jackets and glasses of beer. You actually didn’t do much of the elbowing; you just followed the path that was being cleared by the bouncer a few paces in front of you.

After a few minutes of what you began to think was your march toward death, the man finally stopped at a door next to the stage. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. The bouncer pushed the door open and held his hand flat out against it, waiting for you to go inside. As soon as you had made it into the semi-lit but busy hallway the door shut behind you.

Without any further guidance.

Brian hadn’t told you what to do when this happened…

“Excuse me,” you gently called out, trying to get just one person’s attention. The people were bustling with equipment, wires, radios, and trays of drinks. You kept trying to get somebody to stop with no luck.

“Ma’am!” You heard.

You turned around seeming very out of place and very relieved to see that someone had noticed you. You let out a breath.

“Hello! The bouncer-”

“What are you doing back here? This is restricted access only,” the woman with a headset stalked toward you.

“You see, I’m here for the guitarist and I-”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Another groupie… Seriously, how do you guys get in here? This happens every time a new band comes to perform but usually not until after the show starts.”

The woman began to usher you back to the door. Wait, you thought. No! Where’s Brian? You came to see Brian not to be shown the door as soon as you made it backstage. No! This isn’t how this was supposed to go at all!

“No, you don’t understand,” you urged. “Brian told me to say I was with him. Brian May.”

But the woman didn’t hear you. She continued to shoo you back. “Wait, wait! My name is Y/n!”

“Y/n! You made it!”

That caused the woman to halt in her tracks and turn around as you peeked your head around her to see who had called your name.

Brian. Impeccable timing. He took long strides toward the interaction happening between the two of you.

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face. That could have ended messily.

“I’ll take it from here, Diane. Thank you,” He stopped right next to you, latched a secure arm around your shoulders, and gave you a swift wink. Diane nodded at him and gave you a look that said ‘don’t cause any trouble.’

As soon as she turned the corner the two of you burst out laughing. Brian’s arm dropped from your shoulder and oddly enough you missed the contact. “Thank goodness you came… I thought she was going to eat me alive!” you said breathlessly.

“I’m just glad you survived the bouncers. They’re quite scary, don’t you think?” He began walking to guide you to wherever you were supposed to go.

“They’re terrifying! It was a jungle out there,” you confessed.

Brian shook his head in laughter. “Speaking of terrifying, how was that exam?”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “Not bad at all actually. I was the first one to finish. I don’t mean to brag, but I do believe I aced it.” You tossed your hair over your shoulder proudly. He laughed as he led you up a flight of black stairs with bright tape. It suddenly got much darker.

You had made it to the side wings of the stage. Brian paused to let you take it in for a few moments. There was various speakers, mic stands, and stage equipment set up strategically around the space. The stage was unlit but you could see the outline of the drums, guitar and bass stand, and, front and center, a single microphone with its cord running along the floor and coiled neatly in a pile on the path from one of the wings (where you were) to the stage. Something told you that it was not going to remain neat for long.

You took in your surroundings even more now that your eyes had adjusted to the dim blue lighting resting on the wings. You could barely see the outlines of the people in the audience but based on their lack of attention they could not see you. John walked up the stairs that you had just come up and gave you a short nod and a quick smile in greeting before immediately setting to work on his case.

“Very good,” he praised. “It’ll be nice for you to enjoy the music tonight.”

“If I enjoy it,” you corrected.

“Yes, if you enjoy it.” He stopped walking and turned to look at you. “But I’m confident you will.”

“And what makes you say that?” You teased.

“I have a hunch.”

“Y/n!” You heard suddenly. Turning around, you spotted a grinning Roger, with drumsticks sticking out of his pocket precariously, jogging up the stairs. He didn’t even notice that he had rammed innocent stagehands to the other side of the narrow railing in pursuit of you. Oh, Lord… Before you could dodge it, the weight of a leather clad arm, belonging to a certain blonde drummer, was wrapped around your shoulder. “Glad you came to see me!”

“You better move that arm before I bite it off, Roger,” you threatened with a sidelong glance.

“I wouldn’t test it, mate,” John suggested, as he sat tuning his bass.

“Yeah, mate,” Brian added, smothering a laugh, “She looks serious.” He gave you a wink and you glared at the drummer to hide the heat stinging at your ears. Thank goodness it was dark backstage.

What was with this damn man and winking? And why on earth did it have such an effect on you?

“Worth it,” Roger sent a toothy smile at you.

You pretended to jerk a knee at the drummer’s bollocks and he leapt away with a yelp of fear. Arm removed successfully.

“Y/n, darling!” You shifted your attention to the lead singer who had just come up the stairs that you had, a beautiful woman’s hand in his. He outstretched his arms in a friendly manner. “You are a vision!”

You laughed as you walked into the hug the friendly singer was offering. “Thank you, Freddie.”

“Y/n, this is Mary. Mary, this is Y/n.” You extended your hand to shake Mary’s petite one. She smiled brightly at you. “Mary is my girlfriend.”

“Lovely to meet you,” she said. Freddie pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek and began to get ready for the show.

“Likewise,” you agreed in a friendly manner. “So tell me…” You leaned closer to her. “How do you handle so many divas at one time?”

Mary threw her head back in laughter for a moment before answering. “Usually one of them whips the outlier into shape.”

As if on cue, Roger flung himself onto John haphazardly for no other purpose than to get a rise out of the seemingly patient bass player. “I’m neglected and starved for attention in this band!” he cried woefully.

John wordlessly stood up and let Roger roll to the floor with a thud, then sat back down and continued to tune his instrument, unfazed by the antics of the blonde now lying on the floor. “I am unloved and will die here in this spot if I do not receive affection within the next minute!” Roger declared, rather melodramatically in your opinion.

“Can the dead still keep a beat?” Brian asked as he shifted his hazel-eyed gaze from you to the bassist as you all attempted to ignore the drummer writhing on the floor melodramatically.

“I believe so,” John answered.

“Lovely,” Brian nodded his head and turned to you and Mary to continue the conversation. You didn’t even try to suppress your giggle at Roger’s antics.

“Are you joking me right now?!” Roger called incredulously. “Y/n, my true love, you care for me deeply, don’t you?”

“Abso-bloody-lutely, dear,” you answered sweetly. That made him sit upright, and Brian frowned at you. Roger extended his hand out for you to take. You grasped the tips of his fingers lightly.

“Really?”

You dropped his hand. “No.”

Roger flopped back to the ground and began to sing his rendition of ‘one is the loneliest number,’ pretending to sob through the lyrics.

Freddie walked back and finished straightening out his jacket sleeves. “Roger, you’re a little flat.”

“It’s because I’m deprived.”

“You want love and affection?” Brian asked. Before Roger could respond, Brian stood over him and poked at his ribs playfully. “How’s this for love and affection?”

Brian wrestled Roger to his feet and drove his fist into the roots of the drummer’s hair. Roger began to fight back.

“Not the hair, May! Not the hair,” Roger wriggled violently to get out of Brian’s grip.

“My point exactly,” Mary muttered to you. The two of you giggled together at their behavior.

“I’m excited to see them perform,” you confessed.

“You’ve never seen them perform?”

“Does breaking down the door to Brian’s apartment mid-rehearsal count?” You ask.

“Ah, yes, I do believe Freddie said something about that earlier. He’s quite fond of your cats by the way.”

“Are you two ladies done chatting?” Brian interjected. He had his guitar slung across his front, tuning it as if by second nature. Roger was now spinning his drumsticks along his fingers, already winking at and flirting with girls out in the audience. Deprived of attention, your ass.

“Are you boys done pissing around?” You replied snarkily.

“The show’s about to start,” he answered with a good-natured eye roll. “You better get out there and enjoy it.”

“If I enjoy it.” You leaned forward and took a few steps toward him.

“If you enjoy it. Which I know you will because-”

“You have a hunch.” You finished for him. “Yeah, yeah… we’ll see how good those instincts of yours are.”

Someone behind you cleared their throat. You turned around and Brian looked up too. A bouncer was standing next to Mary as if waiting for you. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“We get special viewing,” Mary answered your nonverbal perplexity.

You looked back at Brian, stunned and jaw dropped. ‘Special viewing’? Brian had a knowing smirk on his face.

“Well then, enjoy the show!” And with that Brian turned on his heel and joined his bandmates for a quick huddled pep talk.

You walked mindlessly to the bouncer and followed him through the darkness, down the stairs with Mary. Before you got to the bottom you glanced back at Brian who was already looking at you and sending a wink your way.

The bouncer led you through back walkways and hallways that you would have had bugger all luck navigating on your own. After a few minutes, the bouncer opened a door and you stepped out onto a viewing platform.

The balcony was directly in line with the stage about 5 meters up from the ground. There were a few small tables outlining the border of the platform surrounded by a guard rail but the rest of the smaller space was open, presumably for a dance floor. It took you a moment to realize that the platform was, in fact, a second level directly above the pub’s bar.

From where you were standing there was nothing blocking your vision of the stage but you saw a mass, no, a sea of people (standing room only) packing into any and all available space the venue had to offer. You silently reminded yourself to thank Brian for the special view. There was no bloody way you would have survived the living sardine can below you.

You looked at Mary, still processing the awe that you were experiencing. You didn’t need anyone to tell you that the band you were about to watch was going to be amazing. The sheer number of people present spoke for itself.

“Is this normal?” You asked.

Mary nodded once in response and removed her coat, placing it on one of the tables with her purse. She gestured for you to hand over your jacket to her. You shimmied your arms out of the sleeves.

“I actually feel alright right now.” It wasn’t too hot in the pub to be totally honest.

Mary laughed as if she knew something that you didn’t. “That’s going to change once they start playing.”

Not seconds later the beloved group stepped on stage to the screams of groupies and applause of plastered bargoers. You finally took the chance to look at the band name on the drum set.

‘Queen.’

You couldn’t keep the smile from your face. Freddie stepped up to the mic and wrapped his hands around the stand. “Hello, everybody!” He yelled.

The roar that erupted from the crowd made you feel like you were in a stadium.

“Who’s ready to rock?”

And with that, the concert began.

The room was electric. You didn’t know any of the songs or any of the words to the songs but they felt familiar to your heart. You were far too busy dancing with Mary and living in the moment to care.

And to be entirely honest, the set ended way too bloody early; you could’ve danced all night. To your recollection, you had never had so much fun ever in your life before tonight.

But amidst getting lost in the music, you couldn’t help watching the band play. Or rather, watching Brian play. Between the funny faces he made at you and the winks he sent from the stage to the balcony you were on, you saw something that warmed your heart quite a bit.

Brian was certainly talented and he played that guitar like he was born to do it. He was at home on stage, strumming away and picking at the strings. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t fallen in love with how he looked when he played his guitar. It was truly magical.

Roger hit the drums with a final flourish and the lights followed the beats and the crowd joined in on the hullabaloo. You cheered with them and Mary clapped from the platform while Freddie blew her a kiss.

Mary suddenly hustled to grab her things and all but threw your coat at you. You followed her and the bouncer to wherever they were hurrying to get to.

Before you knew it, you were backstage again waiting for the boys to walk off after greeting their fans. You watched as they greeted the people who had come to see them.

Roger was flirting up a storm with the groupies and John was shaking hands with a few men who looked like some old friends. Freddie was moving through the queue quickly, no doubt excited to see Mary after the set.

Brian took his time with each person. He was polite and friendly with the girls who were throwing themselves at him. He gave them proper attention but he seemed uninterested in even the prettiest of them.

The four band members plus one (Roger had a girl from the crowd swooning on his arm) finally made it back stage. Freddie immediately went to Mary and gave her a deep kiss. You averted your eyes to give them some privacy.

John set to work packing his bass. Roger was giving the girl his full attention as she ran her fingers along his chest and through his hair. You had a feeling that this flirtation wasn’t going to end well nor anytime soon.

Brian ever-so coolly meandered over to where you were standing with a shit-eating smirk gracing his sharp features. “And? What’s the verdict?”

You sighed, reluctantly handing over your pride. “You guys were really good.”

“I knew it.” He waggled his finger at you. “I knew you’d like it!”

“Yeah, yeah. Your hunch was correct, oh, all-knowing one,” you admitted.

“‘All-knowing one’ has a nice ring to it.” Brian pulled you into a side hug and you leaned comfortably into it. This was nice.

You looked straight up at him as he pulled his arm away. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”

He chuckled and shook his head to himself as unslung his guitar. “Hey,” he cleared his throat, “we’re gonna get drinks or something after we’re all packed. Would you like to join us?”

You were taken aback. He invited you to go out with him… and the band too, of course. But he had invited you?!

“Oh, no, I couldn’t impose-!”

“It’s not imposing if I invite you. Imposing is, oh I don’t know, someone breaking down their neighbor’s front door,” Brian teased as he began securing his beautiful red guitar in its case.

“Hey! I apologized!” You swatted his arm as you gasped in offense. “And besides, you are more than welcome to break down mine anytime.” You hadn’t realized what you had implied until it had fully left your mouth.

“Anytime, yeah?” Brian put his guitar in its case and began latching it closed.

“Oh, certainly, as long as it comes with a favor,” you confirmed. He moved to stand up and you offered your hand to help him up. He took it and suddenly he was a little closer to you than he had been before, with his guitar case in his other hand.

“And what would that be may I ask?”

“Teach me how to play that,” you gestured to the guitar case in his hand. “You know, so I can keep my neighbors up at ungodly hours of the night.”

“Ah, well, you see then we’d be stuck in a cycle of breaking down each other’s doors… it’s completely inefficient really.” He twirled you around all of a sudden for emphasis and you giggled at the goofy action. His hand and yours were still latched together… not that you were complaining.

“So? Do you have any better suggestions?” You asked a little breathless.

“I do actually.” His hazel eyes glittered. “Go out to dinner with me.”

You couldn’t help the grin that came after he had spoken.

“I’ll tell you what,” you started, “you break down my door and I’ll go to dinner with you. You know, to keep things even.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth than Brian began pulling you away from where you were standing. He dragged you to the bottom of the stairs. What on earth was he doing?

“Where are we going, May?” You asked curiously, already attempting to follow after his fast pace.

Brian looked over his shoulder, a cheeky grin on his face. “To get a head start on that door.”

[like-the-wings-of-butterflies]

Starlight (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: Stargazing with Roger

Warnings: None

Word Count: 555 (A little shorter then I would’ve liked but it does have more of a drabble vibe then a fic vibe anyway)

A/N: I finally fucking posted!! Yay! On a serious note, I’m sorry I’ve been really inactive recently; there’s been all kinds of stuff going on in my life and I needed to prioritise processing that above all else. But as an indication that I am, in fact, still alive, I hope you enjoy this fic. I think it feels rushed but I found the concept really sweet. As always, your feedback is always appreciated and incredibly helpful ♡

You had no idea how on earth you ended up here at this time of the night. Far earlier in the day you proposed a visit to the meadow to watch the sunrise with your boyfriend. For one reason or another, watching the sunrise turned into a mid-morning picnic, which then led to a lunchtime hike and an evening swim in the waterfall after Roger’s persistent begging. The day’s events were extemporaneous, the pair of you exercising your spontaneity. But long after the sky had bled a series of reds and blues, you laid beside Roger, your hands intertwined.

Your bodies were surrounded by a vast collection of wildflowers, the colours now barely identified whilst under the blanket of nightfall. The crisp air nipped at your skin, and the breeze flickered at the petals of the flower crown you had made for Roger other hours ago, secured firmly on his temples.

The sky was full of stars, stretching father then the eye could see. You sat together in a comfortable silence, feeling safe and loved by his side.

“(Y/N)! A shooting star! Quick, make a wish.” Roger exclaimed, sitting up suddenly as he did so.

“Roger that’s a plane.” You giggled, turning your head to face him. A bright flash sounded along with the distinctive click of Roger’s polaroid camera, a small white rectangle emerged from the contraption.

“That’s cheating!” You cried, your attempts to grab hold of the photo futile against Roger who had already tucked it inside his coat pocket.

“I’m sorry Love, I couldn’t resist.” He grinned and placed a chaste kiss against your pouting lips before slumping back against the grass and pulling you down with him. “Can you see those five really bright stars over there?” He pointed vaguely.

“The ones that look like a slanted ‘W’?”

Roger nodded, “Brian said that one’s called Cassiopeia; named after a queen in Greek mythology.” He informed “Apparently she was pretty arrogant and vain, thought her beauty was unrivalled.”

“Maybe you two would get along.” You stated, a cheeky smile visible from where Roger laid. He pinched your side in response but left his hand around your waist before continuing to discuss the stars above you. As he spoke, you couldn’t help but stifle a yawn; the day’s activities finally beginning to catch up to you.

You shifted your weight to press yourself further against Roger’s side. Much to your delight, he took the hint and gingerly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you toward him so your head laid against his chest. Warmth radiated from his skin as you were enveloped in his embrace, the circular motions he drew against the base of your neck sent a sensation of bliss running throughout your whole body.

Momentarily, you lifted your head and opened your hazy eyes to observe Roger. When he shifted his gaze to meet yours, your breath hitched as you took in his beauty. The glow of the moonlight pressed feather-soft kisses on his features and the stars twinkled within his baby blues.

“Thank you for bringing us here (Y/N).” You pressed a long, lazy kiss against his jaw in response, as a silent ‘you’re welcome’ before you fluttered your eyes shut and drifted off to the sound of his voice. Lulling you into a sweet slumber.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Who wants to live forever; Brian May x reader

Hello all of you tumblr people you. I hope you all had a good Valentines day yesterday if not then I hope you had a blast of reading fics like I did (while also suffering through a cold yeah this girl’s been sick this week since the day after my bday) But I’m not here to talk about colds or any of that stuff, no I am here because I wanted you all to read a special Brian May fic that I have been thinking about doing.

Now I have seen a lot of fics revolving around Brian’s song “39” which is a good concept, but what I wanted to try out was the song that was made for the movie Highlander “who wants to live forever?” Which is such a powerful and sad song in itself (as is the movie). So while you all patiently wait for the next update of my Rock Angel series, every now and then you’ll see oneshots whether platonic or romantic revolving around our 4 boys of Queen.

Warnings: Swearing, INTENSE FLUFF *mostly from the Poodle boy down below*, angst, some smut *not very descriptive but minor smut none the less so >18yr olds READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I DO NOT WANT TO GET SENT TO JAIL FOR THIS.* and spoilers for those who haven’t seen Highlander (which you all SHOULD. Queen Music EVERYWHERE!!)

Now that that’s out of the way, enjoy my darlings :)

Song Link

Taglist *Queen fics*

@alexfayer

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Most people always think about what it would be like to live forever.  Never dying, never growing old, always remaining the same. Like a living, breathing photograph walking around as time changes. My cousins and I were having that usual conversation as usual since they were always fearing what would happen in the future or fearing death itself.  As we sat around our usual favorite pub having a girls day out, I was away in my thoughts unaware that my cousin Lucy was trying to talk to me.

“(Y/n). (y/n)? Earth to (Y/n)!” I snapped out of my dazed state and said.

“Hmm wha? What did you say?”

“Jesus (n/n), you were so deep in your head you were almost drooling.” Lucy teased.

“Probably dreaming and thinking about that husband of hers.” My other cousin Hanna said.

“Fuck you both.” I said as I downed down my whiskey shot.

“Wow what a mouth. You kiss Brian with that?” asked Hanna in mock shock.

“In all honesty, how are things going between the two of you?”

“Things are great, the kids are good. Queen has been doing good, right now they’ve just got accepted into recording for a movie. But I’m not allowed to talk about it.”

“Aww come on (n/n) we promise not to tell.”

“Yeah right Luce. For all the years I’ve known you, you’ve got the biggest niche for gossip. If I told you then half of London will know what’s going on.” I sassed her.

“Wow harsh. You wound me so much (n/n).” she said as she placed her hand over her heart while I stuck my tongue at her chuckling at her.

“Back to our conversation before, you never gave us an answer. In fact you barely give us an answer at all when we talk about this. What do you think about living forever?” Hanna said.  I looked at her and said.

“I don’t know guys I mean…..”

“Oh come on (y/n). Haven’t you ever thought about it? Not even once? Never getting any older, remaining as beautiful as you are today. Seeing how the world changes each generation. You and Brian staying together forever.” Hanna stated the last phrase slyly.

At that statement my ears perked up.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you and Brian could remain together forever. Never once having to see the other die and remain alone suffering until it’s your time to kick the bucket. You and Brian would remain eternal forever.”

Okay well that may have persuaded me to side on the wishing to live forever.  The rest of the day my cousins and I continued to chat, eat and drink until it was time to call it a day and get back before the husbands did.

I was in the kitchen making dinner while Jimmy and Louisa were watching TV.  As I was cutting up the vegetables for the salsa and as I put them into the pot, I felt two arms wrap around me which startled me before I relaxed and knew who it was.

“Jesus, you know how I feel about you sneaking up like a tom cat while I’m cooking. Don’t you remember the last time when I nearly chopped off my finger because of you?”

“Which I why I timed it better. I thought you’d be happy to see me?” I turned towards my husband of 10 years and boyfriend of 18 years.  Brian and I had met each other during University back when he and Roger were still with Tim as Smile.  He and I were both the same majors so we both had the same physics professor, he was so shy so I actually approached him and asked him out on a date.

One coffee date turned to another and soon we shared our first kiss with each other. And at that moment the two of us kissed, I knew he was the one.  Because it felt like I was kissing myself, meaning that I had found my soulmate.  I was there supporting Brian all throughout the Smile career and then when Freddie came along and changed Smile to Queen and their careers as rock stars skyrocketed, I remained loyal to Brian’s side.

But of course like every relationship there’s arguments especially when I had fallen pregnant with our son Jimmy a few years ago.  There have been some fights so bad that I felt like we’d ended up divorced but like a family, we tried to make it work and we just fit so well together that we ended up staying together.  Because that’s what we are.

Two stars forming the same constellation.

I turned back around towards Brian and said.

“You know I always am.” He leaned downward and captured my lips with his in a genuine kiss.  I let out a soft moan as I wrapped my arm around his neck burying my hand into his mess of curls.  I turned around so that his arms wrapped around my waist bringing me closer, deepening our kiss when we heard.

“EWWWW!!!” Brian and I separated from each other to see Jimmy at the kitchen entrance and I buried my face embarrassed into Brian’s chest and that’s when Jimmy said again.  “Why must you two kiss? That’s gross”

“Because your mother is beautiful and you always kiss a beautiful girl. One day you will understand Jimmy.”

“Girls are nasty!” he groaned out.

“Oh so does that make me disgusting? Huh?” I chased after my son who raced off before finally catching him and tickling me and pretending to gobble him up.

After having supper and putting the kids to bed, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed myself after having a long day at the lab while Brian was on the bed and I could hear him humming and mumbling to himself.

Whenever he’s inspired or trying out new guitar riffs, he’s always mumbling to himself just so he could test it out.  Sometimes he uses a tape recorder just so he could go back to it, sometimes he doesn’t it just really depends.  But I know that when he’s mumbling to himself to not disturb him so that he wouldn’t lose it.

So I just listened to his humming and babbling.  It sounded more like a ballad than the usual rock and roll that he would do. And I thought it was only just one song that the boys agreed to do with the movie they’re working on.  Once I was done getting around, I got into bed and just listened to Brian as he kept writing down on pieces of paper lyrics and guitar notes.  When he finally took a break, I finally spoke up.

“That’s beautiful. Is it for the movie?”

“Yeah, we actually got to see the first footage of it. And after seeing it, we had to write more. This is my song for it.”

“So you and the boys got to see the movie? Remind me what’s it called again?”

“Highlander.”

“Ahh. So what happens in it?” Brian turned to me and he said.

“Ohh no love, we were sworn to not give away any plot points. You’ll find out when we go see it at the premiere.”

“Come on Brian you know I can keep a secret.” I said as I crawled up towards him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and burying my face into his neck.

“Why must you always seduce me to get something out of me?” he asked. I kissed his jawline and whispered in his ear.

“Because I know it works.” He turned towards me and his eyes turned to pure lust as he said.

“You Dr. May are a siren of the seas.”

“And just what are you going to do about that Dr. May? You gonna show me the stars?” He crawled over me so that I was now lying on the bed, his face barely inches away from mine as he whispered.

“I’ll show you more than just the stars my love.” He captured my lips in a passionate and heated kiss and our tongues dancing together in a heated dance.

It’s unbelievable that after all this time together, Brian can still make sparks fly off my sky with either a single graze of his long, calloused but delicate guitar fingers, a kiss onto my skin, or whispers in my ear.  Our bodies intertwined with each other in a sensual yet love making dance.  All the while staring deeply into each other’s eyes not once breaking contact with each other as every now and then our lips would graze against each other’s before joining together in a passionate meld once again.

By the end of it all, Brian and I were cuddled together my head resting on his chest hearing his heartbeat his right arm was wrapped securely around my waist tracing patterns and shapes along my back while his left hand was stroking down my hair.  I stroked through his chest hair softly while feeling a kiss being placed at the crown of my head.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live forever?” I asked out of the blue. I felt Brian’s head move away from mine and I looked up at him and he asked.

“What brought this up?”

“Just a common topic my cousins like to talk about. This time they really wanted my opinion on it. Tried to make me side with the idea.”

“And do you?”

“If it meant you and I would be together forever…..maybe. Is that bad?” I asked genuinely wondering if I had answered the question right.  Even for a female astrophysicist like myself who knows pretty much everything about the cosmos and the galaxy, this was one answer I had doubts about.  Brian leaned his forehead against mine, our noses gently grazing one another’s and he said.

“I think there might be a trial to that question that will make you rethink it. But it will have to wait a few more months.” He gingerly brushed away some strands of my hair away before cupping my cheek lovingly.  “Sleep now my darling, you look exhausted.”

“You have no idea. Discovering new planets and stars really drains you. You’re lucky you don’t have to deal with that.”

“One day I will though. That way I can be around you more.” He brought me closer to him before kissing my nose delicately making me scrunch it up which made him chuckle softly. “You always make the cutest face when you scrunch your nose love.”

“Yeah right.”

“No, no I mean it. But then you’re cute all the time.” I shook my head at his cheesiness and said to him.

“Goodnight my bright moon.”

“Sleep well, my shining star.” He whispered lovingly as he pressed his forehead against mine.  We kissed each other one last time before cuddling with each other and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Then on March 7th, 1986 we went to America for the premiere of “Highlander”. Queen was invited to walk the red carpet since they were in charge of the music so they had immediate invites. After walking the red carpet and the press getting the pictures they wanted from the actors, film crew and even of Queen, we all piled in the Chinese theater and soon the film began.

Highlander told the story of a man named Connor Macleod who had been chosen to become an immortal and each immortal is chosen to battle each other until one can remain and claim the ultimate prize.  If used for good the prize would bring about goodness, but in the hands of evil it would be nothing but chaos.

Along with the action, there was a tragedy to it.  Connor had to outlive everyone he ever came in contact with.  His first wife sided with his village and drove him out because they thought he had made a pact with the devil to remain alive after being slain in battle.  It wasn’t until he met his true love Heather.

After a tragic scene that happened I heard the sound of an organ starting up and soon my husband’s soft angelic voice began to sing as the scene went to a flashback of Heather and Connor together after Juan was killed by the Kurgan.  As the scene went on, I felt this ache in my heart as Freddie’s voice soon came up and as Connor rode back to their house calling out for Heather that’s when the tears really spilled out.

Because Heather was now an old woman greying and wrinkled while Connor remained unphased and young.  But he still held the same love as he had when she was younger.

As Heather and Connor had their last moments together as the song now played its instrumental track, tears were spilling down my face as Heather made Connor promise to light a candle for her on her birthday.  As she now lay in Connor’s lap and Connor was describing the Highlands to her, I felt Brian take my hand and as I turned to him, he leaned his forehead against mine and kissed away my tears as we turned back to the screen as Heather now died and Connor burned his home and had to move on.

Heartbroken and alone.

By the end of the movie, people clapped and I wiped away my tears and clapped along with them.  Now seeing the movie began to change my perspective on eternal life, and now I know exactly what to tell my cousins next time the three of us are together.

Getting back to the hotel room, I immediately grabbed Brian by the collar of his suit and kissed him passionately.  His arms wrapped around me and when air became a burden, I separated from him and he said.

“I take it you loved the song?”

“Brian Harold May, you are a musical angel. Why must you always write the most beautiful yet sad songs for Queen?” He smiled down at me and kissed me softly before holding me close.

That night we were both cuddled into the bed, our limbs entangled with one another’s as I had my face buried into the crook of my husband’s neck.

“I couldn’t bear to outlive any of the boys, our kids. Grandkids. People always look at eternal life as this positive thing. But they don’t understand that it’s not all that happy. It must be so lonely. I hope folks get that out of this movie.”

“I hope so too. I also know this,” he gently hooked his index finger underneath my chin and had me look up at him as he continued, “If I were offered whether to live forever or dying at your side. I would choose the latter. Because I would rather share one lifetime on this earth with you, than face all the ages to come alone. And I know that in the end, we will meet each other again. For we are two parts of the same atom, two stars of the same constellation stream,” he spoke softly as our hands slowly came together and we both either turned them either clockwise or counterclockwise until finally our hands were palm to palm, fingertip to fingertip.

“Two souls intertwined throughout the cosmos. Destined to be together forever, even after death do us part.” I finished our wedding vows.  Brian leaned closer and captured my lips with his in a gentle kiss. As we separated from the kiss but kept nose to nose Brian stared deeply into my eyes as he softly smiled at me lovingly.

“Sleep now, my bonny (y/n).” I smiled tiredly at him as his index and tall finger lightly came over my brows and softly slid down to close my eyelids as I felt him very lightly peck my forehead, the tip of my nose, cheeks and finally my lips. I nuzzled into his chest, burying my hand underneath his nightshirt and the two of us fell into a blissful sleep.

*Extended ending*

A few months later after getting the chance to go see my cousins again after a busy day at the office these past few months, I told my cousins about the movie Highlander since it was now out in the UK and I gave them my real answer when it comes to immortality.

“Never would I wish to be immortal.”

“And why’s that? I thought you and Brian would want to be together forever?” Lucy said.

“But in the end we’d have to suffer as we watch everyone we love die. Freddie, Deacy, Roger, our kids, our future grandkids, you ladies. I wouldn’t know how to continue on without all my friends and family in my life. Plus as a mother I never want to bury my child before me. That’s not how life is supposed to work.” At that statement, my two cousins were crying and they too began to rethink their perspective of eternal life.

Immortality.  Some people long for it because they fear of death, or just don’t want to grow old and wish to remain young forever.  But immortality isn’t just a blessing, it’s also a curse in disguise.  For those we love have to die before us while the immortal continues on in life, lost, heartbroken and alone.

So answer me this, who wants to live forever?

[likesomekindofcheese]

The Knight of Hallow’s Eve (A Knight!Gwylim Lee Oneshot)

Pairing: Knight! Gwylim Lee x fem! Reader

Word Count: 6,000 (wahoo)

Get ready for some fluuuffff!

Warnings: A mention of sex feat. a creeper, witches, a bit of violence, mentions of violence, Halloween magic, a DND reference, and good ol’ fashioned Urban Fantasy.

Prompts: #10 - “Nope, I’m not scared. Not at all” and #45:  “I hate the woods…especially at midnight on flippin’ Halloween! How did we get so lost?”

A/N: This is my oneshot for @forever-rogue‘s 2019 Halloween Challenge! I wanted to get a little more creative this time around. I hope it’s Halloweeny enough for all of your tastes. I hope you guys all enjoy it! (Also tagging @jimmypagesandbrianmayshair, here you go! Knight! Gwilym on the house!)

“I’ll take your dare; I’m heading to the woods,” you said.

Your darer, Carl, smirks with slight disappointment. Alcohol mixed with truth or dare on a Halloween’s night get together made him bold. His leering at you made the chocolates in your stomach flip over.

For your dare, you were given two choices-you had chosen heading to the woods over stripping for him. You’d take anything over that.

Your friend, Erin, runs over to get your arm.

“You can’t! You know that’s where that killer’s been lurking! You’ve seen the news!” she begs. Her black eyeliner is smudged with worried tears.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes. I won’t run into any killer. Set a timer.” You suggest.

You know what the alternative is and so does she.

Erin shoves her purple manicured hand into her black corset. From it, she retrieves a necklace with a simple, dark blue stone.

“Here, take this. For protection” she offers.

You accept it. You know she has always been obsessed with the magical, claiming to be a witch (“but…I’m a different witch…it’s complicated, Y/N!”) and you could accept any possible good luck to get through these next ten minutes. Kindness from her was always a blessing itself, superstition or not.

I can handle this you think.

Crickets chirruped quietly. The trees make the air clean along with the crispness of the breeze. You peek back behind you. You see the back-porch lights of Erin’s house and their faint chatter of what truth to give the next sucker in your group.

An owl swoops over your head. You turn around to look for it, but you only see a faint silhouette and hear its wings flutter away.

You turn your head back to the house. The porch lights are gone.

You take ten steps closer to the house. Besides, if you are still in the woods and can still see them, it still counts as being in the woods. Dare accomplished.

There is no house.

You keep walking, trying to convince yourself that you misjudged your steps. Another turn, and there it will be. Progressing slowly, the night is getting darker and the moon is bobbling in its slow line above.

Trees and darkness is all there is.

You tried to remember what the back of the house looked like. A sign. Anything. But your brain has blanked in panic. You keep walking, almost running, trying to see anything in the darkness.

Reaching down into the pocket of your jacket, you feel the necklace. It’s suddenly hot. Surprised, you take it out and to your shock, it’s glowing light blue. Squinting from the darkness, you see a tree a few feet from you has started glowing bright blue too.

Getting closer, it becomes more beautiful and surreal. It’s a tall willow tree with light blue leaves that seem to swirl as they rustle with the wind. Your eyes blink to make sure it’s real. You have never heard of glowing trees anywhere!

You let the amulet rest on your palm. Suddenly, it floats above your hand. You scream a little in surprise. It’s too heavy for the wind. You feel your head spinning.

A bright beam of light blue light, matching that of the leaves of the tree shoots forth until it meets the dark wood- making a large black hole.

“AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Clunk!

A form falls through the hole and lands facedown into the leaf-ridden ground. The colors melt from light-blue to a musty red. Though it is night, there is enough light that one might think it was the early evening.

“Are you alright?” you ask, shell shocked.

“I…hope I am” he answers.

He starts to groan and get up. Two things strike you: first, not only is he incredibly tall with dark brown hair and the most astonishingly blue eyes you have ever seen, but even more so his clothes.

He is wearing a full plate of shining armor.

This is nothing like the plastic knight armor you see in costume shops. It thuds with heaviness and its silver sheen makes him bright amongst the redness. There is a bit of rust and dirt, here and there. But the edges and quality you know would make any cosplayer or costume designer drool.

How rich would someone have to be to buy a full plate of armor that good for only one night?

“Who is that?” The man pecks his head up. You step back a little. He’s a handsome man with high cheekbones, soft lips, and eyes the color of the sky.

He starts to pull his arms down to get up. “I…I’m alright, I think. But may I ask, where am I?”

You tell him the name of the city you live in.

He arches his eyebrows. “What kind of kingdom is that? Do you have a ruler?”

You tilt your head.

“No…uhm…we don’t. Look, are you a part of a live Dungeons and Dragons campaign?”

“I have no campaign; other than slaying monsters I’ve been sworn to slay and protecting the innocent. I made a vow to the king of my land after the dragon attack” he says.

He sounds genuine.

“Well…wherever you are, you must be far from home.”

“As a knight, I must go where I am called to. You see, the good witches gave me this…” he begins.

From beneath the breastplate of his armor, he reveals an amulet identical to yours. You stop breathing until you must take in a sharp inhale.

“The good witches of my kingdom tell me that if help is truly needed, then the amulet will lead me there. I am on a quest to fight the black rider. I have asked the amulet where the black rider is-what I must do, and if someone is in need or in danger. And it glowed to this tree…and now I am here.” He confesses. He straightens his back in a bit of pride.

“Well, uh…let’s make this simple. You see…this stuff isn’t normal where I’m from but, I could use some help. My name is Y/N. Y/N L/N.” you inform.

“I am Sir Gwilym of the Lee house, my lady.” He replies, with a short bow. He grins and stands erect as if saying he won a championship.

“I…I guess you could say I’m not…not a real lady” you stutter, gathering what knowledge you gained from Fantasy books and period dramas. Anything to help him.

“I’m just a humble peasant, according to your world.” You add, turning pink.

“Yet every woman, peasant or none, is a lady and deserves protection when needed. And if no one else will protect and assist them, then I must, my lady.” He responds with a shrug.

Smiling toothily, you remind him “I have a name, it’s Y/N.”

“Lady Y/N then!” he finishes raising his arms a little.

The wind picks up speed a little and it feels like a bony finger brushing your necks. Gwil’s armor shivers a little, despite its thickness.

“Lady Y/N, I have been riding and searching for two days. I haven’t rest and ate only grass. Do you know of shelter?” he questions. The dark circles under his eyes and slight weakness in his steps are more obvious.

“Yes. There’s a house somewhere around here…I just have trouble remembering where. I had to go out here and I got lost.” You recall. You start clutching and fiddling with the amulet in your pocket.

“May I accompany you? For your safety?” he asks.

“Sure.”

He takes a branch from the tree full of red and orange leaves. Gwilym notices how your jaw drops a little at the sight of them.

“Trees like these may light our way. They’ve aided me many a time” he explains.

“Ours don’t glow here. They bloom green when it’s warm. And some have flowers. Normal stuff” you explain.

“Ah! That is its own set of magic.”

You walk together for a bit. He lumbers across and you must scurry to keep his pace. His armor clanks a little mixing with the crunch of leaves beneath your feet. Walking alone in the dark with a knight as kind (and handsome, you confess silently) as Gwilym you feel your heart pick up the pace. You distract yourself by looking around for a path or sign of the house. There’s still nothing.

“I hate the woods…especially at midnight, on flippin’ Halloween! How did we get so lost?” you whine.

“We could find the tree and turn around” Gwilym suggests. He waves the branch in the other direction.

But when you try that strategy, the tree is nowhere to be seen. You begin wandering together hoping for any sign of human life. After a few minutes in silence, curiosity strikes you.

“Sir Gwilym, uhm…why have you been traveling in the woods?” you ask.

Gwilym grits his teeth. “There is a foe I have sworn to defeat. A foe that has been preying on the children and maidens of my kingdom and some say of neighboring ones. He has been spotted in these very woods. I must find him and bring him to justice” he says.

You nod. You admire his profile from the glow of the magic leaves.

“That’s very brave of you.” You laud. You can smell the cold air in your throat.

“Especially…since I have a little niece” he sighed. His face tightened. Did knights normally speak of their loved ones? Were they permitted?

“She is so dear to me. If anything were to happen to her, I would never…” he stopped himself.

He grew pale with fear of what could happen. You give him a hopeful smile, touching his arm feels too bold.

“You’ll find your foe.” You assure to him, looking up into his eyes, softly.

“Your niece will be …”

You are interrupted by a horse whinny and the clutter of hooves.

“Looks like you’re right” Gwilym stammers.

Before you stands a huge knight on a white Clydesdale horse, both in full black armor with faint red stains. Blood and dirt reek from them.

You freeze, unsure what to do. Gwilym leaps in front of you, blocking you, and unleashes a gleaming sword from his hilt. But the Knight’s shield, twice the size of your body, smacks him across the jaw and knocks him to the ground. Gwylim’s sword falls to the side with a clatter.

“Gwilym!” you cry impulsively.

The knight turns his head and looks at you. He lifts his visor to reveal big, yellow eyes like that of a piranha. You rush and grab the sword, aiming the hilt at him and circling around Gwilym.

The knight hops off the horse and approaches you, sword in hand aimed at your heart.

“Be scared, little girl” he booms.

“Nope. I’m not scared. Not at all” you half-lie. Anything to stop your shaking grip.

You charge and stab him in the breast quickly. His frightened horse dashes away. The black rider falls to the grass. Black leaves replace his plates of armor until they drift away into eternity.

You run over and lend Gwilym your hand to help him up. He looks up at you in amazement.

In the distance, you hear your friends calling out your name. You can make out the distant lights of flashlights.

Gwilym breaks the silence saying, “Lady Y/N…thank you.”

He kisses your hand devotedly. His lips were so soft that it was not stopping your adrenaline from the fight.

He asks for the sword and you hand it to him. Gwyilm kneels on one knee. His two large hands holding onto the hilt while the sword digs lightly into the ground. He lowers his head.

“I am ever in your debt…though I am not sure yet how I may return home. But I swear, even after I return, you are ever my lady and should you need me, I will always be in your service” he promises.

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Waking that morning, Gwilym can tell something is wrong from the way everything feels right. An odd warmth envelopes him and he finds himself blissful in his half-asleep state; it’s been a long time since he woke up like this.Then he realises his arm is trapped underneath your head. You seem to be using it has a second pillow, with your hand resting just by his shoulder. You look so peaceful, like an angel, and he can't look away; he doesn't want to look away. -🎅

I already love it!!! It’s very descriptive and soft!!!! And I always melt when ever Reader is called an angel and the couple wakes up in bed peacefully together!!