#halloqueen 2019

[hearts-hunger]

Sweeter than Candy || Freddie Mercury x Reader

Summary: At Queen’s Halloween party, you and Freddie find that there’s something even sweeter than candy to celebrate with.

Pairings: Freddie Mercury x Reader

Genre: Smut, porn with feelings

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please!) oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

A/N: This is my Halloqueen event gift for @mrbadguymercury​ - a stunningly talented artist, a whole sweetheart, and the self-proclaimed queen of Freddie’s chest hair! Every time I went on her blog to send her asks, her gorgeous header made curly, red-suspenders Freddie more and more irresistible - and, et voilà, this fic features that very Freddie with a few minor Halloween tweaks. I really hope you like it, Taylor! Happy HalloQueen, honey! 🎃🖤

“Enjoying yourself, my darling?”

You downed a shot of tequila as you felt your boyfriend’s mouth on your neck, pressing kisses right where your pulse beat, his breath warm on your already flushed skin. You smiled and reached up to put a hand to the side of his face, feeling his sweat-dampened curls holding him close for a moment so you could drink him in, pressed against you with his hands on your waist. You were about to say something flirty when you felt his fingers at your sides; he tickled you until you fell into a fit of giggles, leaning further against him as you tried to get away from his hands. 

“Freddie!” you managed in between gasps of laughter. “Quit it!”

He finally let you go after drawing out a few more seconds of laughter from you, chuckling as he kissed your cheek. “Couldn’t resist.”

You playfully nudged him with your elbow as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. The press of leather and warm skin against your back was heady, and you turned around to see him in his full costumed glory. Freddie had decided to get more use out of one of his favorite stage costumes of late, the sexy police officer dressed head to toe in shiny black leather. His pants were deliciously tight, his chest bare under the jacket aside from his red-hot suspenders and silver necklace. His police hat sat crooked over his curls, his eyes hidden behind his aviator shades as he grinned at you.

“How do I look?” he asked. You’d been helping set up for the party while Freddie got ready with the boys, wanting to make a grand entrance; you’d seen him at the beginning of the party, when he was fresh from the shower and newly made-up, and he’d looked a bit innocent in an endearing way, like a kid dressing up to go trick-or-treating. Now, though, with his cheeks flushed and his curls mussed and his walk just this side of a swagger thanks a couple shots of vodka, he looked positively ravishing. 

You bit your lip. “You look good enough to eat, Freddie.”

“Do I, now?” He grinned and took off his sunglasses so he could see you better. “So do you.” 

He leaned close to kiss you deeply, bracketing you in with his hands on the bar behind you. You sighed against his mouth and put your hands on his chest, loving the familiar and delicious scruff of the dark curls there.

“You know it’s Halloween,” you said in between kisses.

He chuckled. “Yeah? I couldn’t tell, since you dress up like a jungle cat every other day of the year.”

You’d picked a simple costume, a leopard-print dress and thigh-high black stiletto boots. You’d drawn a little nose and whiskers on your face with makeup, and a headband with two cat ears was lost somewhere in your teased hair.

“I don’t think you’d be complaining if I did,” you teased.

He smirked. “Not at all, honey, I think it’s dreadfully sexy. You won’t hear anything but contented Freddie-noises from me.”

You laughed, happily more than familiar with the so-called contented-Freddie noises. They were among your favorite sounds, closely matched by his singing voice and the way he called you “honey”. He gave a soft laugh as he nuzzled against your neck, his fingers glancing over the straps of your dress.

“I haven’t had any candy yet,” you said, a little distracted by his touch. 

“No?” He nipped at your collarbone. “That’s a shame. Not really Halloween without candy, hm?”

He nudged his thigh between your legs; you bit your lip and gave a soft groan and the feel of the leather against your skin and his warmth so close to your core.

“I don’t need candy, though,” he said in a low voice. “Not when I’ve got something so much sweeter.”

You gasped when his hand snaked down to glance under the hem of your dress, his fingers tracing slowly up your thighs. You felt yourself blush; you were in a room full of people, and if Freddie wasn’t careful, he’d have you an absolute mess in front of the whole party. Not that you minded, necessarily, but you felt a mischievous desire to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Maybe I want some too,” you said against his mouth. You moved your hand downwards, brushing over his chest, until you reached the waistband of his pants. “I can think of something I’d like to taste more than candy.”

He sucked in a sharp breath as you palmed him through the tight leather, feeling him respond instantly to your touch. You gave a pleased smirk and bit his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him give a small whine.

“Take me somewhere,” you said.

He gave you a bemused look, a little blissed out already. “Take you somewhere?” he repeated.

You laughed. “As much as I want you, Freddie, I’m not blowing you in front of this entire party.”

His eyes widened. “Oh - oh, okay.” He grinned and gave you a quick kiss before taking your hand in his, pulling you from the bar and winding through the crowd. You giggled at his enthusiasm, giving red-faced smiles to well-wishers that offered their congratulations and wolf-whistles to those who could tell exactly what Freddie was whisking you away for.

He found a bathroom on the second floor of the massive house of whoever was hosting the party - you’d forgotten, and it was probably one of the dozens of filthy rich friends the boys had made over their career. It didn’t matter to you whose house it was, not at the moment; all you cared about was getting Freddie alone so you could have your way with him like you’d been wanting to all night.

You locked the door behind you and turned to your boyfriend, equal parts endeared and driven wild by the flush in his cheeks and the outline of his cock in his pants. He looked like a lovestruck teenager, and you wanted to hear his pretty moans and make him come undone.

“I love you, Freddie,” you said, walking over to him and kissing him deeply. You eased his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind him, your tongue in his mouth as you put your hands to his chest.

“God, I love you too,” he said hoarsely. He took his hat off and tossed it across the room, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you close to him. He kissed you like he meant it, and you let yourself get lost in the headiness of it.

You traced your thumb over his bottom lip when you came up for air. “I’ll have you know I’ve been waiting very patiently for you.”

He grinned. “I appreciate that. Me too, though perhaps not as patiently as you.”

That was probably true; you could feel his cock as you pressed against him, and it made you nearly dizzy with pleasure.

“Maybe I can do something about that,” you said coyly. You kissed him again before sinking to your knees in front of him, tracing your hands down his body all the way down as you did.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You looked up at him with a cheeky smile.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you said.

He shook his head. “Exactly,” he said. “Just seeing you on your knees drives me absolutely wild, you know that?”

You worked on his belt and unzipped those tight leather pants, pulling him out and giving him a few strokes. “I can see that,” you teased.

“Oh, don’t be a brat,” he said, his voice sharp with desire. He gave a choked groan as you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue over the tip, loving the taste of him. He was painfully hard; you realized he’d enjoyed your teasing at the bar more than you’d thought, and you liked the idea of making him that hard in front of God and everybody. 

“God, I’ve wanted to do this since you walked in,” you told him between kitten-licks and sloppy kisses to his cock. “This outfit drives me fucking crazy, Freddie. Every time you wear it I want to get on my knees for you.”

“That’s - ahh - that’s good to know,” he managed, his voice pitching up sweetly as you drew little gasps from him with your attention to his cock. You took the head of his cock in your mouth, tasting his precum, giving a hum of pleasure; his hands went to your hair, his fingers tangling and tugging. 

He gave an obscene moan as you took him in your mouth as deeply as your could, careful even in his desire to keep still and let you go as slowly as you needed. No matter how many times you took him, Freddie was always a bit of a challenge; you took deep breaths and took him slowly, concentrating on the delicious sounds of pleasure falling from his lips.

“Christ, honey,” he groaned. His hips bucked against your mouth and you relaxed and took him deeper, bracing yourself against his thighs. You could feel his heartbeat everywhere, under your palms, on your tongue, carded through your hair. His gasps went straight to your core, and you responded by moaning around his cock.

“Wait, wait,” he said desperately. You stopped and looked up at him, his cock still heavy on your tongue, and he moaned.

“Don’t look at me like that, fuck,” he said. “Not gonna last with you looking at me like that.”

Feeling flirty, you batted your eyelashes at him before swallowing around him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from him.

“Jesus, fuck, alright,” he said. He gave you a crooked smile that mixed amusement and such pure desire that you honest to God blushed, on your knees with his cock in your mouth.

“God, you’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” he said. He drew a deep breath. “Alright, pop off, then. No more candy for you, trouble.”

You smirked as much as you could around him and pulled off with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before you stood, unable to resist giving it a little more love.

“It’s a little unfair,” you said. “It is Halloween, after all. Candy’s almost required.”

He only gave you a smirk, and before you could say anything else, Freddie picked you up and sat you on the counter. You yelped in surprise, unprepared for the sudden switch, and clung to his shoulders even as he settled himself between your knees.

“I didn’t say no candy at all,” he said, giving your a bruising kiss. You ran your hands over his biceps, gasping as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

His hands sneaked up under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist. “Just no candy for you. I can have all I want.”

You felt nearly lightheaded with desire as he got to his knees in front of you, flashing you a wicked grin. You barely had time to react to it before he was spreading your knees and pushing your panties to the side.

“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned, already wound tight as a spring as he lapped at your heat. 

He moaned against you, the feel of it and his warm breath against your core making you gasp. His tongue worked at your entrance while he rubbed slow circles against your clit, enough to make you moan but not enough to bring you to the edge. You moved as close to him as you could manage, wanting him deeper.

“Keep making those pretty sounds for me, darling,” he said.

You obliged him, moans and gasps tumbling from your mouth as he worked on you with his. God, he was almost annoyingly good at this.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, cheeky. He took a moment to lick and kiss all over the inside of your thighs.

“Come back,” you whined, tugging at his curls.

You could feel his smirk. “Impatient little thing,” he mused. He tutted. “Very well, then, if you insist.”

He pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards in a come-hither motion as he sucked on your clit. You gave a sinfully loud moan at the pleasure that shocked through you, bucking your hips against his mouth and tangling your fingers deeper in his curls. 

“Oh my God,” you nearly sobbed as his tongue swirled over your clit. “Jesus Christ.”

You felt him grin, the cheeky bastard. “Just me, sweetheart.”

His fingers pumped in and out of you, gradually picking up their pace, making you see stars. 

“You taste fucking incredible, honey,” he said. “Sweeter than candy.”

You moaned as he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, tasting all of you. Without realizing you were doing it, you started to chant his name like a prayer.

“Freddie, oh, God, please, Freddie, Freddie,” you said, your breath coming in gasps and breathless moans. He turned his mouth to your thighs again, sucking love marks into your skin, as his thumb pressed deep circles against your clit.

“Fuck, Freddie, gonna cum,” you said. “Oh, God, Freddie, gonna cum, gonna cum - ”

“Cum for me, honey,” he said, his voice surprisingly tender as he nipped at your skin. “Good girl, go on and cum for me.”

You gave a sob of pleasure as he brought you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through your whole body. You threw your head back and saw stars, moaning as he worked you through your orgasm until you were spent. You straightened slowly as he pulled his fingers out of you and pressed one last kiss to your thigh before standing. He smirked and kissed you, letting you taste yourself.

“See how sweet,” he said, his voice almost lost in his heavy breaths. 

You hooked your fingers under his red-hot suspenders and pulled him closer to you. “I can think of something sweeter,” you said against his mouth. “I want you inside me, Freddie, please.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Anything for you, honey.”

He made quick work of your panties, pulling them down your thighs and tossing them over his shoulder like he owned the place. You gripped his shoulders tight enough to leave bruises as he pushed into you, sheathing himself to the hilt with a gasp of pleasure.

“Oh, Freddie,” you said, loving the feel of him filling you up. He gave you a moment to adjust, kissing you deeply, his hands roaming everywhere and sending sparks through you wherever they landed.

“I love you,” he said, his breath warm against your skin. “Christ, I love you so much.”

You carded your hands through his hair. “I love you, Freddie.”

You kissed him, drawing him closer, letting him know it was ok to move. He started slow but steady, his hips pushing against yours and drawing little pants and moans from you with every thrust. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long; he’d been painfully hard for a while now, and he’d been waiting patiently. You wanted to make it worth his while, and drew your legs higher up where they wrapped around his waist to draw him deeper.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he said, his breath coming in desperate gasps. He reached a hand between you to circle your already-sensitive clit, and both of you moaned when you tightened around him.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” he gasped, his hips snapping against yours.

“Me either,” you managed. His circles against your clit grew faster and you felt yourself nearing the edge in a matter of seconds, already a live wire from your last orgasm. Your grip on his shoulders tightened. 

“Oh, Freddie, Freddie - ” you moaned. “I’m cumming, oh, God, Freddie - ”

You tightened around his cock as you came for the second time, the drag of his cock inside you making you nearly dizzy with the pleasure of it.

“Gonna cum,” he said between moans. “Jesus, honey - fuck, gonna cum.”

“Cum for me,” you said breathlessly, kissing him as his thrusts grew sloppier and faster. He moaned into your mouth as he spilled inside you. You loved the feel of his heat inside and out as he pressed close to you.

He stayed inside of you for a few moments after he was spent, holding you in his arms and drawing you as close to him as he could. You draped your arms over his shoulders and brushed your fingers through his curls, giving a tired and satisfied smile as he kissed all over your face.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You giggled as he kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you too, Freddie. More than anything.” You smile turned a little cheeky. “I’m glad you liked your candy.”

He chuckled. “More than you know, my sweet.”

You met his eyes, more in love with him than you ever could have thought possible. You smiled. “Happy Halloween, Freddie.” 

He smiled and kissed you gently, tender and soft. “It certainly is, honey,” he said sweetly. “Happy Halloween.”

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

An All Hallow Queen’s night; AU! MONSTER Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all well I tried to get this done yesterday but some things came up and I just couldn’t but after putting you all through some haunting Hallowqueen fics throughout last month, I thought I might make it up with a more fluffier fic than my mini series turned out.

I hope that everyone had a good and safe Halloween last night and as we approach the 1 year anniversary of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody coming up in the next day or two (some in England or Europe might’ve already celebrated it, however in America we get some things a week later than ya’ll lucky ducks) anyways I hope that everyone had fun and if weatherwise it didn’t work out for anyone I hope you all still got candy and treats.

Now for this fic there is some haunting elements because this is an AU! Monster fic as you can tell and I first want to give credit where credit it due. Ever since seeing the beautiful Hallowqueen artwork that was done by @amedvleec​ in honor of the first ever Hallowqueen celebration (and I hope we have more of this in the Halloweens to come, cause this was honestly a LOT of fun for me, hbu?), I was inspired to try and write a fic based off your artwork and what you had made the guys in your drawing. It was hard to figure out where to take it but I finally came down to it. So I want to THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART AND I LOOK FORWARD TO SEE WHAT ELSE YOU COME UP WITH :)

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It was that time of year again, the time of year where kids can wear their costumes and run amuck.  The time of year where houses are done up all horrifying and you can scare the living shit out of some people, yep I’m talking about Halloween.  And this year was gonna be the best Halloween ever.

Especially since this year I was hosting the yearly Halloween party for Team Queen.  The roadies, sound techs, and of course the band members themselves were all gonna come over to my place and we were gonna have ourselves a little ‘Spook-a-poloza’.

I was putting the final touches to the outside of the haunted ‘maze’ that would be down in my basement and my cousins were putting on the last touches of their costumes and makeup.  Once the webbing looked good I stepped back and observed.

“Ohh yeah. Very terrifying.” It was then I heard a clank at my window, almost like someone had thrown a pebble at my window. I walked over towards the living room but I saw no one there.  I shrugged it off and went over to check on my gummy ‘cockroaches and caterpillar’ Jell-O cups when I heard the clank at my window again.

At this point I was getting a little scared as I walked right up to the window and turned on the deck light.  All was quiet when suddenly someone jumped out and literally scared the shit out of me.  I then heard the familiar chuckles and laughter and there dressed in his normal concert all black attire with two black gloves both imprinted with diamond claws, and wearing cat ears on top was Freddie Mercury.

“Damn it Freddie!”

“Did I scare you darling?”

“What do you think you bastard.” He chuckled before heading over to my front door.  I opened it up and allowed him in.  He grinned and opened his arms out for a hug.  I accepted his hug and allowed him inside. “So why so early Fred? Usually you’re the last one to arrive.”

“Well it’s Halloween, plus if it’s your party I’ll always be the first one to arrive. Especially if I get to spend more time with you.”

“Ohh I see, you were just trying to beat Deacy from coming over first.”

“Oh okay fuck it yes that’s the reason why.” He said bluntly to which I laughed.  

“Well since you’re here, care to be my taste tester for my ‘cockroaches and caterpillars’?”

“If it’s anything your cooking darling, count me in.” I led him into the kitchen and allowed him to test out my Jell-O creepy crawlies.  As he tried a caterpillar I heard the doorbell ring. “Okay get back to me with your answer when I get back. And don’t pig out on them like you did at the Christmas party.”

“No promises darling.” He said as I left the kitchen and went to the door to reveal some of the roadies.  I welcomed them in and that’s when I heard a voice cry out.

“(Y/n)!” I turned and soon coming out of the car was Brian along with Roger.  I smiled and waved to them.  As they got closer I saw that Roger had added what appeared to be spider eyes in a triangle shape on his forehead and he had in fangs and from his fingertips to a couple inches past his wrists were painted black.  He also had spider webs wrapped around his arms so I began to think he was a half human half spider creature.

White Brian was dressed in a poet’s shirt (chest exposed of course), black silk pants, and around his eyes was smoky black paint along with some raven feathers.

“Let me guess. Uhh…..Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘the Raven’.” I said pointing to Brian. “And…..a spider of some sorts?”

“A drider, but minimized without the legs. But yes. And how could you get Brian’s costume?”

“Because unlike you, (y/n) is well educated in English literature, unlike you uncultured swine.” Brian said as he came up and wrapped an arm around me.

“What can I say? I had a Poe phase my middle school year. Hey do you guys know when Deacy’s said to come over by?”

“He told us he’d be here my sunset. Wanted to ‘get into character’ as he said.” Roger said doing air quotes.  “Why you ask?”

“Just wanted to know.” Truthfully Deacy had called me earlier this morning telling me that he needed to tell me something.  But it was the tone in his voice that got me worried cause it wasn’t his usual cheery self that he usually uses around me.

“But until then, your second favorite it here.” Roger said as he came up and twirled me into his arms before wrapping me up in his arms.

“Yeah. He’s inside being my taste tester.” I teased. He gaped his mouth open before tickling my sides which made me shriek and squirm in his embrace.

“You take that back you little minx or the tickling continues.” He threatened.  I kept squirming before I finally managed to get out of his arms and said.

“Rog you know I hate it when you do that!”

“Exactly why I did it. Now get back into these arms you cheeky thing.” I shrieked and raced back into the house with Roger chasing after me.  I soon met up with Fred in the kitchen and immediately hid behind him then just before Roger could grab a hold of me, Freddie stood between us and he said.

“Hold it blondie! No one messes with my darling witch but me.”

“Sod off Fred this is personal.” Roger teased as he eyed me playfully.  I stuck my tongue at him.

As the night grew darker there was still no sign of Deacy but most of everyone I had invited was now in my house.  While I was getting some ‘blood red punch’ Peter came up to me and said.

“Someone at the door for you.” I walked my way through the crowd and opened the door but saw no one there.  I raised my brow and stepped further outside.  I looked around but still couldn’t see someone, that was until I felt two hands grip my shoulders and I squeaked and turned to see Deacy.

“Deacy!”

“Aww c’mon poppet you’re not already scared are you?”

“I’ve already been spooked by Freddie and my dick cousin Cody earlier today, at this rate I’m gonna have a heart attack at the tender age of 16.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m here then. You know that I’ll always protect you, right? I’m way more scarier than any monster or person that tries to do you harm.” I giggled softly and said.

“I doubt that.”

“Why not? I could only show you my loving side for a reason. But then again you always make me go soft for whatever reason.” He said as he leaned his forehead against mine, a common trait he and I did to show a sign of affection.

I got a better look at his vampire costume. Like Freddie, he wore the very outfit he wore last November at the Rainbow theater, the famed all black suit with white under shirt that exposed his chest.  His long hair seemed more wilder than it usually was and he had on fake nails that resembled claws almost.

“Love the vampire look. Seems Fred isn’t the only one sporting his Live at the Rainbow attire.”

“He kinda suggested this outfit would make my vampire look more authentic.”

“Well I like it. Please come in, let’s get out of the cold.” He followed behind me and with that all the guests had arrived. I then got my microphone and had the DJ cut the music as I got everyone’s attention. “Alright if I could have everyone’s attention. Just for a second.” And of course most of the people ignored me.

“Oi listen up you fuckers!” Freddie’s voice cried out throughout my house. He turned back towards me and winked at me.

“Thanks Fred. Okay first I want to thank you all for coming to the 1975 Halloween party. Now I want to avert your attention to the cards you all were required to get the second you all walked through the door. This year’s party will also be centered around a Murder Mystery game. Based on the card you have received, you have been chosen to either be a villager, a police officer, a witch/warlock and finally the werewolf. Now the werewolf, police and villagers are very obvious characters, but if you have been given a witch or warlock card. You have the option for saving a victim or like the werewolf, you can create more werewolves.”

I could already see people getting intrigued, especially the guys.  I smiled and continued.

“Now this game will go on for the rest of the night and whoever can guess who the main werewolf is by midnight is the winner. So as the party goes on, be sure to ask questions as your character. Any questions?” Brian raised his hand and I pointed to him.

“So if the villager is attacked by the werewolf, how long should it be for the villager to die?”

“I’d say give it 3-5 minutes. And werewolf don’t go overboard with the killings. Otherwise that’ll make you more obvious. And the way you attack is just tickle their palms for a brief second, but make sure it’s noticeable for your victim to get it.” Peter raised his hand next.

“When the villagers die, where do we go?”

“Excellent question. You have the option of becoming a wondering spirit. I’ve got some sheets prepared those that want in on the fun. You can wonder around but you can’t tell the name of the werewolf who killed you. Any more questions?” No one raised their hands. “No? Great, enjoy the party everyone and remember—be careful out there for this werewolf hunt begins…..now!” The party continued on.

The night went one and soon within 10 minutes, we heard the first scream and the first person to die was Johnathon, Roger’s roadie.  And it was then the investigation began.  I looked down at my card and saw that I was a witch.  So I got into the mindset of my character and just lurked around debating on what to do.

It was then Deacy came up to me and said.

“Excuse me Miss. Just a quick question, you wouldn’t happen to know just who was behind the recent killing would you?”

“I may or may not officer. But you know I think I saw Brian looking a little suspicious. I did notice he was the last one to shake Johnny’s hand before he died.”

“Thank you ma’am.” I grinned as he walked away and I walked the opposite way.

The murder mystery continued on and so far most of the roadies and Peter ended up on the dead list.  I looked around and that’s when Freddie came up to me and he said to me.

“Have you any idea who killed all those lovely dears?”

“I wish I knew Fred. I’m sorry about Peter.”

“Yes, I swear whoever killed him will pay for this barbaric betrayal.” We shook hands and that’s when I felt him tickle my palm. Ohh cheeky Freddie, very cheeky. I walked away from him and looked at the time to see that it was 9:25pm.  Maybe I could make this even more interesting and maybe do an outside death scene.

I walked out of the backyard but kept the back door opened so that people could hear me over the music playing.  I walked along the hay maze my cousins helped me set up when I heard the sound of rustling.  I stopped and looked around.

“Whose there?” I asked.  I didn’t see anyone else come out here, so either it was those damn squirrels or the neighbor’s dog again, then someone’s snuck onto my property. I grabbed the closest big stick I could find that still had a bunch of branches at the tip to make it look like a daggered stick.  It was then coming around the corner was a man.

I quickly grabbed my torch and shone it on him and to my disgust I saw that it was Paul Prenter.

“What are you doing here Prenter?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here for the party.”

“Well there were two invitations I sent out. One to invite, and one not to invite. And I know I put you on the latter list.” I sneered at him.

“On the contrary love, I think I was put on the former list.” And I know this sounds crazy but I swear to god I thought I saw his eyes turn pure black as he grinned at me. “And I think it’s time I gave the hostess my profound gratitude.” He then lunged right at me as he roared an animalistic type roar.

Soon my screams could be heard from miles away. To one who could hear it, it sounded like I was literally getting murdered.  I raced through the maze trying to escape from Paul.

*3rd Person POV*

From inside the house, only four people could hear the screams over the loud music.  Freddie, Brian, John and Roger all met up with each other and Roger said.

“Was that (y/n)?”

“If it is, then that girl’s got a skill in acting.” Admitted Brian.

“No my darlings, I don’t think this is part of the game.” Freddie said wearily.  Deacy sniffed the air and gasped before growling lowly exposing his fangs.

“What is it Deacy dear?”

“Prenter!” he hissed.  At hearing his name the other three were in alert.

“That son of a—I’ll kill him I swear I’ll fucking kill him!” growled Roger.

“No Roger dear, leave him to me.” Freddie said as his demeanor changed from stoic to dark on a dime.

*My POV*

I kept running as Paul seemed to be getting closer and closer to me.  I could hear his rabid snarling and maniacal, haunting laughter.  As I ran a corner and tried to push on, I suddenly tripped and felt this sudden pain in my ankle.  I cried out and turned to see Paul finally leap towards me.  I ducked away but it was then I heard another snarl and soon hay just shot right over me as part of the wall exploded like a bomb going off.

I could hear what sounded like a tiger’s roar mixed in with either a lion’s or leopard’s low growling.  Slowly I lifted my arms away from my head and just lay there in shock.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” It was then Deacy came in from behind me and he knelt down beside me. “Oh poppet, are you alright?”

“Paul—he…his….I….AHH!” I screamed as I felt Deacy take my left ankle into his hand.

“Well thankfully it’s not broken. Just a little sprained. C’mon let’s get you some ice and heal that up.” He picked me up bridal style and turned back the way he came but my eyes were just glued to the broken up wall in the maze.

Back inside up in my room, Deacy was bandaging up my ankle before taking one of my bathroom mini-towels and placing the bag of ice in it before finally placing it on my ankle.  I hissed and he said.

“I know it hurts for a while, but it’ll help decrease the swelling.” I really wanted to say something about what happened in the maze, but I knew I would only sound crazy.  “(Y/n), poppet are you sure you’re okay?” I look up at him and said.

“I—I probably watched the Exorcist one too many times. That—that didn’t happen, it couldn’t have happened.” I said in denial. But looking up at Deacy, he didn’t look at me with sympathy or like I was crazy.  In fact he looked—understanding.

“Poppet, remember when I said I had something to tell you?”

“Yeah. But—what does this have to do with what just happened?!”

“I promise all will make sense, but first I want you to answer me this.” He sat down close beside me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and continued, “What exactly do you know about monsters?”

“What?”

“Please (y/n) just—just answer my questions.”

“Well they—they aren’t real. I mean that’s what my auntie always said to me when I was little. Deacy what’s going on? Why ask me about that?”

“I promise you everything will make sense. Now tell me; what do you know about vampires?” At this point I was growing not only impatient but more confused. Why was Deacy asking me these questions?

“Deacy please just tell me what’s going on!? I’m not only still shaken up by—well whatever the hell was going on with Prenter out in the maze but these questions aren’t making any sense!”

“Listen to me (y/n). I’m…..trying to ease you into this delicately. Hell we vowed to never tell you this but now—not only with what just happened but we finally came to an agreement that you deserved the truth.”

“The truth about what? Are—did you guys commit murder or something?”

“No, no nothing like that at all. But please just answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” He stroked my cheek softly.  I looked up at him before sighing heavily.

“Well—my knowledge of vampires only limits to Dracula and other films regarding Vampires.”

“And what are those things?” he asked me.

“Well they—only come out at night.”

“Well truthfully it’s just no sunlight. Cloud days or stormy days they can come out.” Okay how the hell would he know that? “What else?”

“They uhh—drink blood. And they live forever.”

“Yes. And in a way they can, yes. Anything else you can think of?” I thought about it before saying.

“They have fangs? I don’t know! Deacy please enough questions what the hell is going on!?” I said panicked.  He takes a deep breath in through his nose before exhaling and turning fully towards me.

“Okay poppet. I—I want you to look into my eyes.”

“Okay.” I said wearily.

“I mean really look into my eyes.” He emphasizes as he cups my face in both his hands and leaned in very close to me, so close that our noses kept brushing against one another.  I kept my eyes on him and that’s when they changed from the bluish grey tone, to blood red.

At that point my heart just stopped and my body tensed up in fear.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“No, you’re not. And these aren’t special contact lenses either.” At that point I began to panic and it was then as Deacy took out the fake fangs, longer more realistic fangs grew out as he hissed and groaned. “Bloody hell my fangs have such bad timing.”

At this point like anyone should, I began stammering.

“Y-So—so y-you’re…..a-a-a real…..”

“Yes poppet. I’m a vampire. A real one.” And cue the panic and trying to get away.  I tried to get off the bed but Deacy caught bot my wrists and tried to calm me down. “No, no please (y/n) don’t run. You’re going to damage your ankle even more. Don’t. Don’t it’s okay. Stop struggling. Please relax.”

“Let go of me! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!” I begged and pleaded as I kept thrashing around.  Deacy kept hold of my wrists and kept trying to soothe me.

“(Y/n) please calm down. Relax. Shh, shh. I’m not going to hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. Look into my eyes.”

“No! You’re going to use that freaky mind control and make me your blood slave!”

“Okay you don’t have to look into my eyes but just—look at me. Look at me.” He cups my face again, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks.  “I’m still the same Deacy you know and love. Please love trust me.” I looked at him still in a panic but he kept looking at me with the same warmth and loving look he’s always given me.  Even though now his eyes were red.  “Breathe for me love.”

I took in a deep breath as he did the same.

“That’s it love. Let’s get your heartrate down. In for three, out for five.” We continued the breathing exercises until I was finally calm. “Good girl. That’s my girl.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.  Okay, getting a kiss from a vampire, never knew that would happen to me.

“So—all this time you’ve been…..”

“Yes.”

“And the guys….are—are they—vampires too?”

“Oh god no. You’ve seen our arguments and fights right?” I nodded. “It’d be—absolute hell if we were all vampires. No I’m the only vampire. But—the guys are also creatures of the night too.”

“What are they?”

“Well. Brian is a shapeshifter, but he mostly prefers to transform into a raven. Freddie is a familiar.”

“A what?”

“A familiar. They’re companions to a witch.” I thought about it and suddenly it clicked.

“So wait is—is Mary?”

“A witch? Yes. But don’t worry, she’s a good witch. A white witch, that means she only dabbles in light magic compared to what most witches are known for.” Okay so the few times I met Mary I’ve been talking to a real witch. “And roger is a drider.”

“A rider?”

“No love a drider. D.R.I.D.E.R. And—you may not like it when I tell you what that means.”

“I might as well know what it is so just tell me.”

“Basically you’ve got your half man half animals right. Like werewolves, mermaids, sirens, all that. Well a drider is a half man, half spider.” At that I shuddered.

“Spiders. Of all the things why did he have to be a spider.”

“Well, be thankful he’s not a naga.” He plainly suggested.

“I’m afraid to find out what that means.”

“Half person, half snake.”

“Oh fuck no! No, no, no, no!” he chuckled, even with the fangs, I could still see that sweet tooth gapped smile he’s always had. “So—monsters are real?”

“Yes. We’re all around. We can blend well with human society, but on All Hallows Eve, our true forms slowly come out till the stroke of midnight when our true forms take full shape.”

“So you—” I trailed off.

“I what? C’mon love don’t be shy. I know this is a lot to take in but don’t be afraid to ask me all the questions that are probably running through your mind.” He stroked my cheek gingerly with the back of his index finger.

“You’re—not going to eat me?” he let out a disbelieved chuckle.

“No. Well I mean…..”

“Deacy!” I whined fearfully.

“I’m kidding poppet. Of course not. I’ve told you time and time again, that I’d never let anyone hurt you. That also includes myself, come here.” He held his arms out to me.  I looked at him cautiously but he assured me with those red eyes of his that he wasn’t going to try anything.  

So I slowly leaned in and leaned against his shoulder like I always do whenever we hug.  I felt his arms wrap around me and he rubbed my back comfortingly.

“Of course I would never eat you. And neither would the lads. We all care about you too much.”

“How long have you been like this?” He hummed and said.

“Wow, never thought I’d be asked that. It seems so long ago, I don’t know if you’ll like the answer. But—I’m around 537 years old, give or take.” I gaped at him.  537 years old? Holy shit!  “Compared to the others I’m still the youngest. They’ve been around for millennia’s. Freddie of course is the oldest out of us. Then Bri and then Roger.”

“What else can vampires do?”

“Well, think of us as basically superhuman. We can lift things normal humans can’t. Our senses are sharper, and we can shapeshift our forms. Brian helped me gain control of that ability shortly after I met them roughly 196 years ago.”

“You’ve known them for that long?”

“Yes. Hard to believe isn’t it. Especially when we formed the band just recently. But I was living with them at the time as Queen was being formed.”

“But something doesn’t quite make sense. I thought vampires only drank blood, but I’ve seen you eat cheese of toast. And steak and shrimp. I thought vampires couldn’t eat human foods?”

“Well just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a human meal every now and then. While I can eat it, I can’t taste them as you humans taste things. The only thing I can taste is blood, but that doesn’t mean I have to live solely on blood. I don’t know where that came from.”

“Blame pretty much every vampire movie made.” He bopped my nose playfully and that’s when I grew nervous.

“What is it poppet?”

“Have—have you ever…..and I don’t mean this to be offensive but, answer me this. Honest and truthfully Deacy. Have you—ever bitten anyone?” he sighed heavily and said.

“I think what you’re asking is if I’ve killed anyone?” I looked down shamefully. “What would you think of me if I did? How would you feel if I told you that I—stalk my prey? That when I feed, I drain every last ounce of life out of them?” I grew pale and pushed back from him. “Love don’t worry. I get my blood through a blood transfusion program. It puts less suspicion on us, and saves more of my kind. But I won’t lie there are vampires who freely kill wherever they go. That they see humans as no more than blood bank pets.”

“Do they—live here in London?”

“Afraid so. But like I said before, I’ll always protect you. So will Freddie, Brian and Roger. In fact I’ll let you in on a little secret, come closer.” I lean a bit closer to him but keep a good foot away from him. “Closer.” I lean closer and that’s when he meets me halfway and whispers in my ear. “Vampires are afraid of driders.”

“For real?”

“I’ll admit I was afraid of Roger myself when I first met him, but he—sorta grew on me as the century went by. So you’re well protected especially if Roger is by your side should a vampire try to do anything to you.”

“Guess I’ll need to apologize to him telling how Fred was my second favorite Queen member.”

“Nah let him believe he’s in last place.”

“You are so cruel!”

“They don’t call me the kind of the one liners for nothing.” He bragged.  “And you know, I’m quite surprised you never figured it out at least with me. Why did you think I never let you in the loo whenever I was getting ready?”

“So wait, Vampires really don’t have a reflection in the mirrors?”

“That’s the one gag that’s actually 100% true. Due to the silver material mirrors contain, we can’t be shown. That’s why I ask you for final looks before I go on stage on how I look.”

“So all that stuff about garlic and wooden stakes?”

“Completely false. Garlic just smells bad so that means anyone can be killed by garlic just because of the smell, and a stake can’t even pierce through a plate of ribs all the way through, so how the hell is it supposed to kill us? You would need to do repeated stabs in order to even attempt to get to our dead hearts.”

“And staying in during the day?”

“That is true to a degree. It’s only sunlight we can’t stand. But if it’s a cloudy morning then we can survive. But nighttime is the preferred method because our eyes are so sensitive. Driders have the same effect we do when it comes to sunlight.”

“So that’s why Roger’s always wearing sunglasses inside and out.”

“Exactly. Clever girl.” He said as he gently ruffled my hair.

“Now I have to ask. What happened outside with Paul, he’s—is he a monster too?”

“The worst kind of monster there is. A demon. He’s been poking around near us as a way to gain human souls for hell. But you don’t have to worry about him anymore, Fred took care of him.”

“You—you mean that—thing was Freddie?” he nodded. “But he—he didn’t even look human.”

“Familiars in their true form look more like goblins. They have some knowledge of magic but not a lot. And they’re the only creatures that can actually kill demons.”

“And that’s what Freddie did?” I asked.

“Prenter had it coming when he decided to attack you. Especially on All Hallows Eve when our powers are most strong.” I leaned back against his shoulder and asked the million dollar question.

“How did you become a vampire?”

“Hmm, never did I think I would tell that story again. It’s pretty long.”

“Well I’m sure the guys probably sent everyone home so the party’s cancelled. I’ve got all night if you’d like.” He stroked through my hair and he explained.

“Well; long before I met Veronica. Centuries before she was born. I—had another love. To me—she was everything, but to her I was nothing but a pet. A blood bank that would sustain her.”

“Ohh Deacy.”

“I mean—I knew the signs that she was a vampire. Because back then people weren’t as skeptical as they are today. So just from the signs I knew who she was, but—I didn’t care. I loved her. Anyways, one day there was a fire. Our house was in full blaze. A beam fell from the roof and, went right through my chest. I still have the scar to this day, you can even see it today.” He pushed back the left side of his attire aside and there I finally saw the faint lining of a scar that looked like something had stabbed him. “I guess—in her final mercy. She fed me her blood. The next thing I knew, I woke up stronger, condemned, my senses were sharper.”

“And—what happened to her? Did you ever find her again?”

“No. She—disappeared. I never saw her again, even to this day I’ve never found her. Best bet is that she probably got herself into trouble and ended up getting killed by humans. So…..ever since then I’ve been completely alone. Till I met the other three, then Veronica. And finally you.” He softly grinned down at me before brushing my hair aside.

“Is—Is Veronica a vampire too?”

“No. She’s like you. A mortal.”

“Does she know? About you and the guys being….you know.”

“I told her last year. She—caught me in the midst of my transformation. I—I was so afraid she’d leave me and see me as a monster instead of who I was to her. But……god or whoever above bless her, she still accepted me for being what I am. And now we’re raising our own little family together. Sure it may seem wrong for humans and monsters to be together but I don’t give a fuck.”

“I was told that vampires couldn’t procreate, is that also a lie?”

“Yes. In fact—vampires are basically the reigning kings and queen of creating actual life.”

“So you’re quite prolific then, aren’t you?” he laughed and bowed his head shyly.

“Yes you could say that. And at only 537.” He stroked the back of my head and he said, “Are you still afraid of me? Of the guys?”

“Honestly. Not of you. But then again I’m still shaken up at the fact that everything my grandpa said before he and nan died about monsters not being real is a lie. And due to the fact that I was almost killed by a demon. It’s—all too much for me to try and process.”

“And that’s understandable love. Brian said straight up as soon as you got close to us when you became our assistant that we should tell you the truth as soon as possible. But Fred and Roger said we couldn’t do that to you. You were so young, we wanted you to keep that innocence for a little longer. Plus we—didn’t want to lose you because of what we are.”

“I get why you guys kept this from me. But knowing everything now, you guys maybe monsters in a literal, physical sense. That doesn’t mean you’re monsters in the figurative sense. But it—it’s still gonna take time for me to completely accept that the famed band Queen are creatures of the night.”

“Again, I understand. Just know that—even though we are monsters, we are still the same four boys you know and love. And we still love you just as much. We can still love and care just like humans can, we have flaws, we feel lonely. Sometimes even more than what you humans go through when it comes to loneliness. But all the same emotions humans go through, we go through them too.” I nodded and he smiled and hugged me close to him.

He nuzzled the top of my head before pressing a few kisses on top of it.

“How’s the ankle now?”

“Still a bit numb, but I think it’s just due to the ice. It doesn’t hurt as much as before.”

“Let me take a look at it.” He scooted downward and removed the rag from my foot and quietly observed it.  He gently placed his hand over it and my cold skin mixed with his slightly cold hand, it sent shivers up my spine. “Well it’s coming along fine. We’ll just need to keep it propped up and iced and you should be able to walk again in the next few days.”

“Thanks Dr. Deacon.” He grinned before turning towards my clock.

“It’s nearing midnight.” I turned to my clock and saw that he was right.  It was now 3 minutes till midnight.  Damn where did the time go?  “Shall the lads and I see ourselves out?”

“Well I mean, if you wanted to, you guys can stay here for the night. My cousins probably long went home by now so it’s just me in the house now.”

“Well I—we wouldn’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. I love having you guys here. Plus I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight after what just happened with Paul.”

“No worries poppet. We can protect you.” He said as he stroked my cheek gingerly. There was a brief moment of silence before Deacy continued, “The guys are on their way up here.”

“Wait—how did…..”

“Telepathic connections love. Anyone that’s close to a vampire can be connected through a telepathic link between each other. So that means I can connect with the guys, Veronica, my children.” ‘And now you.’ I gasped as I suddenly heard his voice in my head.

He chuckled softly as he grinned and I heard his voice again say.

‘Can you hear me poppet?’

‘Yeah. I can hear you.’ I answered in my head. He touched my forehead with his and brought me closer to him when a voice spoke up.

“I see you just extended your telepathic bond with our beloved (y/n).” We looked up and there stood Bri, Rog and Freddie. Bri then spoke again, “How’s the ankle love?”

“Getting better.”

“So—Deacy told you everything huh?” Roger said as his eyes showed nothing but pure shame.

“Yeah. I know the truth about you guys. It’s—a lot to take in but….I think with time I can accept this.”

“And that’s all we can ask for darling. Just as long as you never change your mind about us. See that what we were doing around you was just for show wasn’t an act. That’s who we really are.” Freddie said as he came up to my other side and placed his chin on my lap.

“She’s allowed us to stay here for the night while our full transformation begins.” Deacy told the guys.

“Are you sure lovie? You—may not like what you see from some of us.”

“As long as you don’t destroy my house then I have no problems Rog. Besides sooner or later I’m gonna have to see your true selves. You all have already seen mine when I told you about my parents about to sell me in the black market for drug money had it not been for my grandpa.”

“She’s right Roger dear. It’s only fair.” Freddie said as he sat up and rubbed my back comfortingly.  It was then my grandmother’s mini Victorian ‘grandfather clock’ chimed away signaling that midnight had arrived.

Fred and Deacy both got off my bed and it was then the boys began to morph.  Deacy’s hair grew longer almost down to his mid back, his fingers grew longer and his nails more sharper to a point.  Brian grew about a foot taller and his skin changed from that slight tan color to a greyish tone, his eyes went from hazel blue to purple.

But the biggest change came from both Fred and Roger.  Roger’s lower half began to stick together as now 6 spider legs started spurting out. A spider body began to consume his lower half and the three eyes that stood on his forehead finally began to come alive as they moved around till they locked right onto me.  And Freddie—well his entire human feature almost disappeared as his legs disappeared into the tentacle like tail that I saw earlier in the maze.  His fingers grew longer and longer, and his head morphed almost into an alien shape like bulb.

His eyes went from brown to an amber-like orange, but what was almost haunting was the fact there was this black, magic smoke surrounding him, as well as moths that fluttered around him as he stood there. Another thing I began to notice was that in this form, he had no mouth.

At the last chime from my clock, the guys stood there in their full forms right before my very eyes.

“(Y/n), you—okay?” I’ll admit I’m stunned to see them like this, hell there’s still a part of me that wants to flee for the hills (and I hate to admit it that it was mostly because of Fred and Rog at this point. Out of the four of them, they take the prize for being the most horrifying to look at).

“I—”

‘If it help darling.’ In this form Freddie’s voice was more like a haunting whisper of the wind. ‘I can change into my other form.’ Other form? Oh god what would that look like.  Then almost at the snap of a finger, a black cat stood in Freddie’s place.

He was pure black much like his hair was in his human disguise, and he had the orange eyes.  He was pretty lean in his cat form and he meowed as he came up towards my bed.  I smiled as he hopped up gracefully onto my bed and walked up towards me.  He meowed again before making a trilling sort of meow as a motorboat purr came out of him as he nuzzled me.

I picked him up and held him close to me as he licked his lips.

“I guess I can see why you and Mary have so many cats back home. Can you speak to them?” he meowed before nuzzling my cheek and even licked it.  I went ahead and took that as a yes.

“He says yes, and they keep him company most of the time.” Explained Deacy.

“So you guys can understand him in cat form?” I asked as I scratched under Freddie’s chin.

“Yes. Soon in time you’ll be able to understand him too.” Stated Brian.

“Dick move Fred, you know that I can’t turn into a cuddly cat or animal to ease (y/n) into this.” At that point I heard Freddie growl.  Now I didn’t need to understand familiar tongue to know a growl like that.

“Hey now don’t be ugly Freddie.” I warned him as I adjusted him in my arms.  He then squirmed a bit wanting me to set him so I obliged and he rubbed up against my leg before plopping down against it, exposing his tummy.  “Okay you’re forgiven.” I then rubbed his stomach like a dog and I heard his purrs grow louder. I think it’s clear to me that he’s the only cat that ever likes belly rubs and scratches.

“Are there—anymore questions that are on your mind about us?” asked Brian.

“I think I’ve been filled enough for one night. I’m still trying to process Deacy’s backstory but in time I’ll ask about you three later.”

“Understandable lovie. We’re sorry again that we never told you in the 3 years you’ve known us. We just……”

“I know Rog. Deacy explained it to me. And to be honest if I were in your shoes I’d probably do the same thing. But…..” I trailed off sadly.

“What is it love? C’mon tell us.” Deacy said as he came up to me and placed his hand on top of my shoulder and gave it a soothing rub with his thumb.  I took a deep breath and sighed.

“Are the three of you immortal as well?” At hearing my question Brian answered.

“Yes. We’ve been around for millennia’s.”

“So—that means you four will have to watch me grow old, wither and then die.” At hearing that, the four of them grew solemn that was until Deacy spoke.

“Well love, there—there is one way. But it requires the greatest sacrifice.” I turned to him and at that point Freddie took his leave and morphed back into his true form. “One night during the Sheer Heart attack tour, we all sat down after you went to bed. And we talked about this matter very deeply. Out of all our years of living, you have been the one that made us feel what it meant to be—human. You’ve given us so much that—that we can’t bear to watch you slowly wither and parish with time.”

“You’ve always been there for us. Taught us that it was okay to not be okay.” Brian added.

“To not let the growing media put you in a spotlight that is not true.” Added Roger.

‘That it’s okay to have flaws and insecurities. That you don’t always have to be perfect to everyone.’ Freddie added.

“So—the question I have for you is this.” He took both my hands in his, he looked deeply into my eyes and said the four most dangerous, most trusting words that a vampire can say to anyone. “Let me turn you.”

At hearing those four words, my heart stopped and I stared at him in shock.

“I know it’s unfair for me to ask that of you. We’d be asking you to give up everything you’ve ever known. Leave the remaining family you have and having his curse upon you. But there’s no other way.”

“Isn’t there some magic spell that Mary can use?”

‘Magic can be used to increase a witch’s life force but putting a mortal. A pure mortal like you under one, could have serious consequences. I would not risk it even if Mary were to find a spell to do just that.’ Freddie said.  I nodded and thought long and hard about it.

“Will—will it hurt?” There was silence in the room till Deacy asked.

“Is that a yes?” Before I could reply, he cupped both sides of my face and said in a serious tone. “I need you to be 100% certain that your answer is yes. Because if it is, there’s no going back. And there are no do-overs. Once you are turned, that’s it. Now I’ll ask again. Will you let me turn you?” I kept silent as I thought about this long and hard.

Yeah I mean I would leave my cousins behind but we hardly ever saw each other since they are legally adults and have their own lives.  I just call them whenever I need help with something or they help keep the mortgage on my grandparent’s mansion since I couldn’t afford it yet.

Plus I don’t want to die while the boys kept on living.  I wouldn’t dream of putting them through that grief after all we’ve been through together, what we could go through together.  So I gave Deacy my answer.

“Yes.” He exhaled nervously before suddenly embracing me.  At first I thought he was going to bite me right then and there, but all he did was stroke down my hair and rock me from side to side.

“I promise love, I’ll teach you everything I know. I can officially be your ‘brother’. I won’t let you fall off the wagon. I’ll take care of you I promise.” Wow I mean I knew Deacy was sensitive but never did I think this much.  I actually kinda liked it.  At least I knew I wouldn’t be abandoned like he was when he was turned.

A little bit of time passed by and Bri and Fred left the room leaving Roger, Deacy and I in my bedroom.

“So—how exactly is this going to work?” I asked.

“Well there are many ways that a turning can happen, but it all has to come to one common denominator. The turnee has to be at the brink of death.” Deacy explained.  Why didn’t that surprise me? “And since I wouldn’t dream of doing something like shooting or stabbing you, I think it’d be more humane to go the traditional way.” I nodded but didn’t say a word. “(Y/n), something’s on your mind love. Tell me.”

“I—I don’t know I just…..”

“Do you regret saying yes?”

“No it’s not that Deacy it’s just…..”

“Just what?”

“What if—what if something goes wrong? Like you find my blood so tasty that you can’t stop. That you just forget about turning me and just kill me right here on my bed.”

“That’s why I’m here lovie.” Roger said as he stepped towards me.  He placed his black-clawed hand on my other shoulder and he continued, “As I’m sure he probably told you. Vampires fear nothing except for one creature. Driders. If for whatever reason Deacy’s primal instincts take over, one stern word from me and he’ll immediately back off. Because throughout history our venom is so potent, that it has the ability to kill other immortal creatures, including vampires.”

“Especially since his species of drider is the most dangerous and the kings and queens of all. Roger is a black widow drider.” I turned towards Rog and he merely shrugged.

“I don’t like to brag.”

“Oh please every year you like to show off the famed red hourglass you’ve got.” Deacy rolled his eyes.

“Watch it bat boy just remember who you’re talking to.”

“Okay guys, guys, guys. Human female in the room remember?” They ceased their arguing and Roger apologized.  Deacy brushed the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear and he said.

“I’ll try my best to not go overboard. I’ll only drain just enough to where you can still drink my blood. And like Roger said, he’ll be here in case anything does go sideways. But I promise I’ll try to control myself.” He kissed my forehead and had me lay down on my bed.  He hovered over me and he asked me. “Are you ready?” I swallowed hard and exhaled a nervous breath.

“Yes.” He stroked my cheek and whispered in my ear.

“Just relax love. It’ll feel like getting a shot, then some numbness. I’ve got you poppet.” I felt his nose go from my cheek down to my neck.  He stopped at the middle section of my neck where probably my veins were more noticeable. “I can hear your heartbeat, and I can smell it too. Relax love. It’ll be more painful the more tense you are.” It was then I felt Roger’s hands take my right one and he gave it a comforting squeeze.

“I’m giving you permission to squeeze my hand as tight as you want to. If you feel afraid or any pain, you can squeeze my hand. You won’t hurt me.” I nodded briefly.  I felt Deacy place a kiss on my neck before I felt his fangs graze against my skin.

Then just like getting a shot at the doctor’s (however unlike a little needle, these were two hypodermic fangs) I felt a prick at my neck.  I gasped and squeezed Roger’s hand.

“It’s okay lovie. Just look at me, look at nothing but me.” He cupped the side of my face and stroked my left cheek so that I wouldn’t look at Deacy.  “Just focus on me lovie. I can share with you some drum solos I’ve had in mind for the Christmas concert we’re scheduled to do.”

I hummed and as he spoke, I felt myself getting lightheaded.  Roger was going in and out of focus and my mouth was now gaping out.  I felt numb and tired and that’s when I heard Roger say.

“Deacy stop. She’s ready.” But I heard an animalistic growl coming from Deacy.  It sounded much like a lion’s growl, maybe even a bear I don’t know.  My vision was growing black and I heard Roger snarl. “Deacon enough! You’re going to kill her!” At that point I heard what sounded like a lion mixed with a snake’s hiss as Deacy jumped back from me and I saw the blurry figure of Roger standing over me. “ENOUGH!!!”

I then felt light, faint strokes around my head and Roger’s muffled voice said.

“(Y/n), lovie can you hear me?” I faintly groaned and that’s when Deacy came back into my blurry vision and I heard him say.

“Oh god love I—I’m sorry I-I-I didn’t mean to go overboard I….”

“Just quickly give her your blood before she passes out.” Roger told him.  It was then I saw Deacy bite into his wrist and I felt it touch my lips.

“Here love, drink.” I placed my lips over it and at first gagged at the taste of his blood.  It was like licking 1000 pennies all at once. “I know love, I know it tastes bad but it’ll pass. Please love you have to drink or else you’ll die.” He cups me behind my head and much like a baby, places his wrist back to my mouth and I slowly began drinking his blood.

It tasted revolting at first but like he said, it soon turned out to be the most delicious thing I ever tasted. Kinda like—my favorite milkshake at Kenny’s ice cream parlor.  I don’t know what came over me but I found myself gripping Deacy’s forearm and greedily drank his blood.

“Now, now, not so fast love. Easy. Easy poppet.” He cooed as I let him stroke my hair.  I kept drinking and drinking until I had my fill.  I separated from his wrist and exhaled. “You messy little thing.” He cooed as I felt a wet rag wipe away my probably bloody mouth and chin.

“D-De….”

“Shhhh, just rest now.” He whispered.  Suddenly feeling exhausted I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.

*3rd Person POV*

As John looked down at her, he couldn’t believe he almost ended her life.  Even though he’s had human blood thousands of times from the blood transfer program the hospitals do with vampires, it had been centuries since he got it from the actual source.

It was like—he had been taken over by centuries of natural instincts and he just needed to keep drinking from her.  But thankfully Roger was there to stop him. He would’ve never forgiven himself had he killed her.

“Thank you Roger.” He nodded.

“Just don’t scare me like that again. I was literally seeing the life drain from her eyes. Don’t ever put me in the position again.” The two rhythm players of Queen looked down at the young newborn vampire about to be born.

“You can leave now Roger. I’ll stay with her.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I know what it’s like to not have the one who turned you leave you. I don’t want to damage her psyche like that. I am her brother now. And she deserves to see me when she first awakens.” Roger nodded but before he left, he stroked (y/n)’s hair and nuzzled her head before giving her a soft kiss to her forehead.

Once Roger left the room, Deacy lay down close beside her and held her close to him.  He allowed her head to rest on his chest and he protectively wrapped his arms around her.  Rubbing her back and stroking through her hair, he knew touch was crucial to her at this point.

About an hour and a half later, she began to stir and the first thing she felt were back rubs and scalp massages.  She moaned and curled deeper into Deacy’s chest.

“Morning sister.” She looked up and as he looked into her eyes, her normal (e/c) eyes were now blood red.  Her nails were more pointed but not as long as Deacy’s were.

“De-Deacy?”

“Yes sister mine. It’s me. How do you feel?”

“Needy. Why do I feel needy brother dear?”

“Because sister mine, much like newborn human babies, newborn vampires need to have the skin to skin contact with the one that turned them. Unlike the wench that turned me, I won’t abandon you.” She buried her face into his neck and buried her hand into his suit and stroked around his shoulder and even went down his chest to touch the scar he had shown her earlier.

Deacy did the same thing as he nuzzled her head like a lion nuzzling their pride mate and tucked his hand under her shirt so that his hand was now touching her bare back, rubbing soothing circles.

“That’s it poppet. Just cuddle against me. It’ll all be okay. I’m here, I’m here.” He whispered as he continued to bury his face into her hair.  

[human-calcifer]

Thriller and Us Movie parallel

Incredible who the entire movie is based on thriller movie sequence.

Happy Halloween 🦇 Everyone!!

[jumbo-junior]

i’ve never done cosplay before but this turned out surprisingly good

happy halloween everyone!! 🎃⛓🎪🥀🐘

[danny-darkness]

Trick or treat? Have an awesome halloween 2019! Loadsa love to you all! x Danny Darke Photography © 2019

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happy halloween boos !!!! 👻💞🕷

[gootie]

I feel pretty

[acdeaky]

confessional - you and roger take the time to learn more about each other after a night of fun ♡

six months - it’s been a long time since you’ve seen roger, but he doesn’t get the welcome home he thought he would ♡

boyfriend - roger isn’t your boyfriend, you’re not rogers girlfriend, but he doesn’t want you to see anybody else... ♡☼

fright night ‘85 - my submission for the 2019 halloqueen event hosted by @dtfrogertaylor !♡

[thebowerypresents]

Jukebox the Ghost Present HalloQueen – Webster Hall – October 26, 2019

Brooklyn (by way of D.C.) piano-pop trio Jukebox the Ghost embraced the spooky season and celebrated Queen in dressing up and putting their music in a costume to present HalloQueen on Saturday night at a sold-out Webster Hall.

Photos courtesy of Sachyn Mital | www.sachynmital.com

[hearts-hunger]

♡ → fluff || ❀ → smut || ✧ → angst || ☽ → drabble || ☆ → multipart fic

I’m Happy at Home ♡ ❀ ☆

John Deacon x reader || series (in progress)

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six

Your husband is one-fourth of the internationally famous band Queen, and it’s just part of your everyday to travel all over and watch their stadium shows from backstage, usually with your little boy in tow. But whatever this world can give to you, your little family is all you’ve ever needed, and you and John are always happy at home.

Dear Friends ♡ ✧

Brian May x reader

With only a few hours left before Brian leaves for the American part of the tour for three months, you’re already missing him so much you can’t sleep. Brian always knows how to take care of his best friend, though, and he’s more than happy to spend his last hours at home holding you.

If I Were a Carpenter ♡

smile-era!Brian May x reader || songfic inspired by this song

Reader goes to see a Smile show and Brian thinks she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Steady as the Tide ♡ ☽

Brian May x reader || headcanon requested in this ask

Brian and reader spend a day at the beach after Brian comes home from tour.

The Bet ❀

Brian May x reader || smut (18+ only)

You and Brian have a bet that each of you can make the other come so many times they lose count, and both of you are determined not to lose.

When I’m Not With You ✧ ♡

Roger Taylor x reader

At a party with emotions running high and Roger’s next tour dates closer than either of you would like, you learn the hard way that it doesn’t take much for little misunderstandings to turn into something worse.

“D’you need a pencil, love?” ♡ ☆

college!Roger Taylor x reader || series (in progress)

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven

Reader meets Roger on her first day of class and he asks her to come to Smile’s set at a pub later that night. Just one smile from that perfect blonde drummer and reader is head-over-heels.

Garden Afternoon ♡

dad!Roger || songfic! inspired by this song

Roger and his daughter Posy spend the afternoon making flower crowns in the garden.

Sweeter than Candy ❀ ♡

Freddie Mercury x Reader || written for HalloQueen 2019

At Queen’s Halloween party, you and Freddie find that there’s something even sweeter than candy to celebrate with.

There at Your Side ♡ ✧

Roger Taylor x Freddie Mercury  || based on this post

Freddie wakes up with his first nightmare in years only to find that Roger’s been having them night after night. Both are afraid to try to go back to sleep, but they find that the nightmares don’t seem as scary in each other’s arms.

Take Care of Those You Call Your Own ♡ ☆

Freddie x Brian x Roger x John || series (in progress)

part one || part two || part three

It’s nearing the holidays, and the boys are trying to finish up their first album and navigate what it means to be in a relationship with four people. When Roger and John catch cold in the snowy weather, their boyfriends show them how much they love taking care of those they call their own, and how much more Queen means as a band when they’re in love.

So Much Better ♡

Freddie x Brian x Roger x John

Freddie comes in to rehearsal with a hangover, and his boyfriends fuss over him. Companion to this mini fic!

[mirkwoodshewolf]

The underwater act; Roger Taylor x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay people I managed to do this in ONE sitting so I hope you all enjoy the first fate you all have chosen. As stated before this is a DARK THEMED story so expect DEATH, SEDUCTION, make out sessions (not anything graphic like PG-13 stuff) and of course this was a no brainier of who fit this section. Now you can read any of these parts either as the real Queen boys or the BoRhap boys playing Queen. I leave it all up to you all :)

Hope you all enjoy this part. Read on.......... If you dare *cue Winifred Sanderson laugh*

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You walk towards the water tank hoping to maybe catch a glimpse at the handsome ‘merman’ you’ve chosen to nickname him.  Soon enough you’re now backstage where you see the giant water tank that is about half the size of an Olympic swimming pool.

You look through the clear tank to look through the dark water hoping to find him somehow.  Soon enough a flash of a figure swims by, but what was odd was that it looked like a fish tail of some sorts.

“I saw you staring at me.” You jump at the sudden soft voice that spoke.  Looking up you see the handsome blonde angel.  Getting a closer look at him, the first thing that catches your eye are his eyes.  Those hypnotic blue orbs that are just so entrancing. “Seems I’ve ensnared another one eh?” he chuckled.  You shake your head and said.

“I—I’m sorry I-I-I didn’t mean to stare.”

“I’m not offended love.” Hearing him call you love makes a blush appear across your cheeks.  He chuckles softly and says again “Why don’t you come a bit closer love?”

“How?”

“Go that way and you’ll see a staircase, go up along it and you’ll reach the platform of the tank where I do my dive ins.” You go to the right and soon enough you see it, a bleacher style staircase. Going up it, you soon arrive at the flat platform that literally touches the water but there’s no sign of the blonde haired swimmer.

You look around until suddenly you feel a splash of water hit you from the side.

“Hey!”

“Sorry love, I couldn’t help myself.” He said as he leaned against the platform on his elbows. “Please have a seat, make yourself comfortable.” Looking down seeing how the water pulls in and out of the platform (kinda like how they do at SeaWorld), you debate on it thinking if you do, your clothes will end up wet.  But if not then it just seems unfair since he’s willing to allow you to take a seat.

So you figured that since it was time to throw those old jeans out anyways, a little water wouldn’t do you harm.  You sit down next to him and he says.

“What’s your name love?”

“(Y/n).”

“Ahh, such a beautiful name. It suits you. I’m Roger. Roger Taylor.” You turn your head and blush again at his little flirtation. “Oh please don’t look away.” He reaches out and has you look back to him. “One such as yourself should never have to look away.”

“I bet you say that to everyone who comes to see you.” You say trying to brush it off.  Cause come on, this guy was extremely handsome, and you couldn’t be the only one who has probably come to see him in his travels around the world.

“It’s just been you.” You look at him skeptically. “No really it’s true. I mean yeah on the outside I may appear ‘attractive’ to the normal human eye. But—people say that beauty hides the beast within.” He looked around anxiously and whispered to you, “Between the other acts, the ringleader hates me the most. Calls me an underwater demon, says that I’m hardly a part of the show. That all I do are underwater tricks.”

“Roger.” You mutter his name.

“And when I don’t perform right—well……let’s just say the animals here aren’t the only ones to feel the end of a whip.” You place your hand over your mouth as you stare at him in pure horror.

“Oh Roger I…..I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. That’s—just the way circus life is. You don’t work hard, you’re persuaded, rewarded or punished.”

“And—I thought all circus performers were treated kindly by their fellow acts and were like a family.” He then let out a laugh. You look at him offendedly.

“Oh (y/n) I don’t mean to offend. They truly market circuses as some sort of paradise don’t they? Like any relationship or business they don’t want what’s behind the curtains to be revealed. That’s how you lose business. Especially with John Reid, our ringleader.”

“Have—have you ever thought about….quitting? Running away maybe?”

“Once in a while. But then were would someone like me go? What would I do for a living. Even if I did try to run, Reid has spies everywhere. He’d easily find us and drag us back. Happened once with Deacy, the pipe player. I’d—rather not talk about what Reid did to him.”

What you say next was extreme and so unlike you, but hearing this story just touched you to your core, and seeing him so solemn and fearful at reliving the horrifying memories just made you want to help.

“If—if you ever need a place to stay. I’ve got space. It’s not much but I think it’s homely.”

“Ohh such a precious thing you are lovie,” he cupped the side of your face forcing you to look directly at him.  Unlike before, he was now leaning close to your face, your noses almost touching each other’s.  “A pure soul, and a heart of gold. Oh that reminds me, I want to give you something. Do you mind waiting here for a moment?”

“Not at all.” You whisper.  He grins before diving right down into the dark waters. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you had in you as your heart was racing erratically.  You place your hand over your chest, thinking that it was going to just jump right out when Roger came back with a beautiful necklace.

“I found it among our travels around the world. I—think it would look beautiful on you.” He then held out a golden necklace. At the center was a gold heart and hanging right at the center of that heart was a beautiful pearl.

“Oh Roger it’s—it’s beautiful.” You said in awe.

“I thought you’d like it. It’s perfect for someone like you. Here, allow me.” You kneel down and go to the edge of the platform so that Roger could place the necklace around your neck. “That’s it. Just—a little closer…..and…..” You feel him place the necklace around your neck but in a split second you find yourself being pulled into the water.

You quickly swim back up to the surface coughing up water.  Roger peeks out from the water chuckling cheekily, his blue eyes glowing with mischief.

“Roger!”

“Sorry love, I just couldn’t resist pulling you in. I have been known to be a bit mischievous at times, did I forget to mention that?”

“Yeah.” You exaggerated.

“Well, how could one resist an evening swim? Even with the cold breeze, the water still remains warm. And since your clothes are soaked, might as well have a bit of fun? Wouldn’t you agree, hmm?” he said as he swam closer to you.

You might’ve gone crazy but you could swear you felt his arm wrap around your waist.  Thinking it wouldn’t hurt, plus who knows when you’d get to swim in a pool this big?

“Well—I guess it couldn’t hurt to have a little dip.”

“See? I’m glad that you agree.” He takes both of your hands and swims you our further along the pool till it looked like you were at the center.

“So—how do you manage to do all those underwater acts so long?” you just had to ask.

“Ohh now that—that’s a family secret.” He cheekily winked at you before bopping your nose.

“So has your family been in the circus?”

“Well not really, I’m a first generation circus performer. But—my family has held secrets for holding their breaths underwater longer than the normal man.” You were in awe.

Roger keeps his eyes locked with yours and you couldn’t look away from his.  He gently strokes your cheek with his thumb and he whispered.

“So soft…..so warm…..so—beautiful.” You feel your cheeks heating up again as you start to swim closer to her, but you begin to struggle as your clothes start to drag you down.  “Ohh poor thing, here let me.”

He goes behind you and you feel his arms wrap around you pulling you close.

“There. Isn’t that better?” you can’t speak so you just nod. “Yes, you can lean against me if you wish.” You then lean against his strong body, feeling his toned muscles.  “(Y/n), do you trust me?” he whispers deeply in your ear.  Feeling his lips graze along the shell of your ear, waiting for you to respond, but—you secretly prayed it was for another reason.

“Yes.”

“Excellent. Deep breath love.” You take in a deep breath of air and soon you both are consumed by the water.  You slowly open your eyes feeling yourself sink freely to the bottom.  Roger soon appears in front of you, his arms wrapping around you once more.  His long hair now a gentle, wavy golden halo.

Then what happened next was shocking.  Roger then began to sing to you.  At first you began to question how it was possible but at the first note, you were in a trace.

If his looks weren’t enough to seduce someone, then it was definitely his voice.  His was like a perfect low range, it had a growl affect at some points but it was so hypnotic.

As he sung to you, he slowly brought you lower and lower down the tank till you were sitting at the bottom.  Even with your lungs burning and desperate for air, you didn’t seem to care for whatever reason.

All that mattered was Roger’s touch and his voice.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

Come all you pretty fair maids Whoever you may be Who love a jolly sailor That plows the raging sea

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

By the end of the song, his lips brushed against yours before finally capturing them in a proper kiss.  At this point you felt like your heart had stopped, his warm lips kissing yours underwater.  It was probably the most romantic thing ever to happen to you.

Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his shoulders hoping to bring him closer, his arms wrap further around yours as he deepens the kiss.  You then feel his tongue peek out and stroke against yours, wanting entrance.

Do you dare? Even underwater do you risk it, even if you didn’t it was beyond you because you were now under Roger’s spell. You freely give him access and there’s no point in fighting.  You allow him to venture every corner, every inch of your mouth, his tongue completely dominating over yours.

You let out a deep moan and you feel him smirk in the kiss as he pulls away.  Already breathless you somehow manage a whimper but he goes right back and kisses you once more.  You then feel him kiss along your jaw, down your neck.

He places his thumb and index finger under your chin and tilted it to its side.  Of course you comply as you feel his lips kiss up and down your neck. Feeling the burning passion and your stomach burning from the inside with lust, you close your eyes and wrap a hand around Roger’s head, pulling him closer as he continues to kiss up and down your neck.

You had never felt such lust nor love in your life. He knew exactly what he was doing to drive you crazy.  From the gentle pecks at the top of your neck, the teasing love bites at the center, and licking at the junction where your neck and shoulder met.

You wanted to cry out his name so badly but the water denied you of your speech, but Roger must’ve known you wanted no needed more.  He gently had you lay down so that your back now touched the floor, your eyes ever leaving each other’s.

He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, nose, both cheeks and finally your lips.

“My beautiful pearl. You are one of a kind. So beautiful lying under me. I can’t wait to take you right here, right now. My jolly sailor bold.” He giggled as he cupped your face once more.  “Stay with me. Please say you’ll stay here. We can spend eternity like this. Together forever. Please say you’ll stay my love.”

In your dazed state you nod.  He smiled and kissed you once more on the lips.

“Thank you my love, thank you.” With each thank you, his kisses got lower, as did his voice.  Suddenly there was this immense pain that somehow woke you up from your daze. You saw that the water was now spurting out red.  You struggled but Roger kept a firm grip on your arms.

His head not once leaving your neck as the pain in your neck grew more agonizing by the second.  Finally you kick him off and that’s when you see him in his true form.

Long claw-like nails, a long blue fish tail had now replaced his feet, his skin went from the glorious tannish color to a dolphin like grey, but what frightened you the most were the eyes and teeth.  Sharp, razor shark-like teeth and pure black eyes that appeared lifeless like a doll’s eye.

Quickly thinking, you put pressure on your neck and try to swim up.  However you don’t get far as Roger immediately has a grip on your ankle. You try to kick him but his grip is iron tight.  He swims up to you and he snarls out.

“As I said. Beauty hides the beast. And just like the last girl who wore this necklace, you fell for the same story she did.” What? So….he….this was all a lie? Oh god what have you done? “No need to fear my love, it only hurts for a moment, but then bliss comes after.” He then immediately sinks his teeth into you and you finally let out a scream.

From above the pool, the once calm blue water was now stained red.  Nearby the cat tamer, the magician and the pipe player merely stared and did nothing.

“Got himself another one.” Said the cat tamer as he fiddled with his whip.

“His looks get them every time.” The pip player stated.

“Humans never learn. Beauty can truly hide the beast within.”

[dramyhsturgis]

Halloween Countdown 2019, Day 30

My favorite Halloween listen is here: DJ Ichabod’s annual “Out ov the Coffin” Halloween Special! 

Here’s the official description: “TEAR FORTH FROM YOUR GRAVES, it's time for The 2019 "Out ov the Coffin" HALLOWEEN SPECIAL! Yes, three blood-soaked hours of Halloween-obsessed sounds for your treat bags, featuring full-size songs from the most morbid realms of goth, post-punk, deathrock, horror punk, darkwave, and dark metal, riddled with hundreds of fun-sized bites of cult movie dialogue, sound effects, trailers, radio spots, novelties, and, of corpse, horror film and television soundtracks, all assembled in ritual formation, and (g)hosted by yours truly, DJ Ichabod.” Listen here!

(This is “HalloQueen” by Shahuskies, whose work is found here on DeviantArt, here on Etsy, and here on Redbubble.)  

“... I love Halloween. I celebrate it as a season as opposed to a single evening, a season that starts on the first cool day in September (even earlier than Salem’s) and which ends when all the jack-o’-lantern souls are doused on Halloween night. I love that every candy aisle in every store is suddenly a carnage of gummy body parts and chocolate grotesques. I love the way round orange pumpkins and tall yellow cornstalks become the dots and dashes of the season’s Morse code. I love how we find the colors of decay suddenly beautiful as the leaves die in conflagrations around us. I love that horror movies are on every channel and in every theater. I love that haunted house attractions exist. I love Bing Crosby singing about the Headless Horseman and Michael Jackson dancing with zombies. I love how the carefully tended lawns of spring and summer yield foam tombstones and plastic skeletons in the fall. And, of course, even though they were left out of the Monster Mash, I’ve always loved a good Halloween witch. Or an evil one.”

- J.W. Ocker, A Season with the Witch: The Magic and Mayhem of Halloween in Salem, Massachusetts

[princess-aleka]

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[gametrendshirts]

Halloqueen are born in November shirt

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When I was a kid trick or treating and the candy was the best part of Halloween. Then Halloqueen are born in November shirt I got older and the crossdresser in me loved being able to dress up in a “costume” on Halloween. Now I like the decoration part of Halloween. Creepy purple lights and jack o lantern lights hang in some rooms of my house and orange, yellow and white lights with fall leaf garlands hang in others. And I bet I’m not the only one who loves the retro C9 lights. Not only do they remind me of childhood but I can change the bulbs for the seasons.

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