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whatstruthgottodowithit · 6 years ago

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Fat Bottomed Girls (Get On Your Bikes and Ride)

Fandom: Queen, RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody

Pairing: Brian May x Plus Size Reader

Characters: Brian May, Plus Size Reader, Reader, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, John Deacon, Veronica Tetzlaff, Dominique Beyrand [mentions]

Word Count: 2665 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: Brian gets inspiration for a new song

Tags/ Warnings: Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Love, Established Relationship, Plus Size, Fat Shaming, Body Issues, Lack of Confidence, Arguing, Smut, Fluff

Notes:

Brian has a chubby kink sorry i don't make the rules

im a roger gal but brian may is so cute dont even

fat bottomed girls is A TUNE fight me

the boys werent that mean and all their gals were pretty xoxo

I scanned the magazine’s cover. I usually paid no attention to things like this but as I navigated my way through the local supermarket I spotted it on the top shelf, the pictures splattered across it like paint on a decorator's radio.

QUEEN’S BIG NIGHT OUT - HOW A BIG NIGHT OUT WENT ROYALLY WRONG.

It was the headline that caught my eye. I grabbed it without looking and shoved it into my bag to read later. Once I got the rest of the shopping I headed back home. The boys were in Bri’s studio, rehearsing one of their new pieces that Freddie had written. I put the shopping away quietly before I boiled the kettle and made myself a brew. As the water bubbled away to itself I slipped the magazine out of the carrier bag and placed it on the side, opening it to the article that had caught my eye.

I don’t know why I did it so discreetly. Maybe because the boys always told me not to pay any attention to what the press said. I turned to the first page and there it was. Pictures of each member of the band leaving several clubs on a raucous night out at the weekend. It had been an award ceremony. The boys had headlined and they looked so dapper in the pics - at the start of the night.

It seems the BRIT awards may have been too much for the rock and roll band QUEEN who proved to be a little worse for wear after the event. Band members Mercury, May, Taylor and Deacon headlined the music awards for the first time and opened with their hit number ‘We Are The Champions’ before doing a medley of other songs for an eagerly awaiting audience. The group then spent the night partying with their entourage before stumbling out of a London club in the early hours of Sunday morning.

The article was short but the page was made up of pictures from the night. Winners were hardly mentioned and instead the sole focus of the article was the boys. They were right. The boys did look good before we entered the venue. Sunday morning was another matter. It made me giggle. Until I noticed the next page.

It was one of those HOT OR NOT columns. Stars' pictures from the night had been taken and their talent and value had been stripped away basing their worth on what they had chosen to wear that night. Amongst the pictures was a picture of me with Roger & John’s partners [Dominique and Veronica].

REGAL BEAUTY OR COURT JESTERS?

Did Queen’s leading ladies look hot or not? Our fashion expert weighs in on them and several other looks from the weekend’s BRIT awards.

HOT - Dominique Beyrand

Our Fashion Rating 8/10

Dominique, the long-term partner of Roger Taylor, wore a full-length halter top sequin gown showing ample cleavage whilst she had her lustrous brown locks in cascading waves. A true ethnic beauty.

HOT - Veronic Tetzlaff-Deacon

Our Fashion Rating 7/10

Our magazine is a long-time admirer the wife of John Deacon. Once again she knocked it out of the park with a stunningly simple black wrap dress and fur shawl.

NOT - Y/N Y/L/N

Our Fashion Rating 3/10

We love Y/N but we didn’t like this outfit. The simple lilac slip dress was pretty but didn’t suit the ample frame of Brian May’s long-term girlfriend. We feel a longer dress would have been more suited to her bigger frame.

My heart sank. I’d often seen comments like this. It was true, that I was a bigger girl well bigger than Ronnie and Dom certainly. I had never minded but being with Brian had come with a lot of negativity. Brian didn’t care, I knew that, but the press always took the opportunity to make snide comments or hint that we were unmatched. After all, Brian was as skinny as a rail a fact they never failed to mention either. I was annoyed at them more so I was annoyed at myself for even picking it up and so as the kettle boiled I dumped it in our bin and poured several cups of tea before heading to the studio to watch the boys work.

They were fine-tuning the last bits of the song when I got in there. They had been working on it all morning and now were just rehearsing it over and over getting every part down to perfection and offering each other any alterations they thought might help. I placed a tray of cups of tea down on the small coffee table and then slid down beside Brian who was perched on the edge of the couch strumming out part of the tune whilst the others chatted. He barely registered me I think but nevertheless leaned over and placed a kiss atop of my head, like a reflex, and then went back to playing. I watched him play for a moment or two, resting my head on his shoulder before I picked up my brew and listened in on the boy’s conversation.

‘Naked girls?’ John ‘Naked girls riding bikes,’ Freddie corrected. ‘They’ll never let us do that Fred,’ Roger said leaning forward and claiming his cup of tea before he smiled at me and nodded as a thank you. ‘When do they ever let us do anything?’ Fred questioned, ‘anyway the fans will love it. Nothing like a scandal to get us to the top of the charts.’ ‘It’s a good idea,’ Brian said, ‘Fred’s right, when do we ever ask?’ ‘Oh yeah, and who are we going to get to get their kit off and ride a bike for national press.’ ‘Fans?’ Freddie suggested. ‘Count me in for the auditioning then,’ Roger laughed. ‘Oh yeah,’ John snorted, ‘I can picture some of the girls that will come forward. I’m not holding the auditions. Don’t think my eyes could take it.’ ‘Never thought about that,’ Roger chuckled. ‘What about models then?’ Brian suggested. ‘Now you’re talking,’ Roger whooped.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I chirped. All the boys turned to look at me. ‘What?’ Freddie asked. ‘What are normal girls not good enough all of a sudden?’ ‘That’s not what we said,’ John defended, ‘just that you can’t just have any old person in a video. Models will be trustworthy, vetted and we’re guaranteed to get them on the day.’ ‘And they’ll all be pretty right?’ ‘Babe,’ Brian said looking at me worriedly. ‘What?’ I snapped. ‘It’s just a video.’ ‘Of course, it is. I mean God forbid we see normal girls in the media. No, it’s got to be long-leggy gorgeous blonds and pretty models. Never mind a normal lass.’ ‘I was just an idea darling,’ Freddie said. ‘Whatever,’ I said standing. I grabbed my brew and stomped off out of the room and upstairs to our bedroom.

I don’t know why I had created such a fuss. I was just sick of it. Sick of always being seen as a joke. Boys didn’t even notice when a joke wasn’t just a joke.

Annoyed, I stripped off my clothes and stomped to the bathroom, running myself a bath. I climbed in and sunk beneath the water allowing it to wash over me masking the sting of tears that pricked my eyes as I thought about the magazine’s harsh words. I spent around half an hour there. I didn’t plan on having a bath but I figured once I was there I might as well go all out. I washed my hair, shaved, exfoliated and brushed my teeth before getting out. As I clambered out I heard movement downstairs which sounded like the boys leaving. Donning a towel I dried myself off and moisturised before slipping on a silk robe that had been gifted to Brian a while ago and heading back got the bedroom.

When I got to our bedroom I went to my wardrobe and pulled out some pyjamas. I threw them on the chair next to the bedroom mirror as I towel-dried my hair. I intended to comb my hair and get changed but my attention was taken by my reflection.

I looked at myself, standing there plain-faced and naked. I slipped open my robe and looked at all the bits I despised. I knew I shouldn’t judge myself. I mean I thought I looked nice at that award ceremony, Brian had said I looked beautiful too. I shouldn’t care. But I did.

‘You going to tell me what’s the matter?’ came a voice from behind me and I turned to find Brian resting on the door frame looking at me quizzically ‘It’s nothing,’ I muttered wrapping the robe back around me and turning back to the mirror and grabbing a comb off the side so I could start to detangle my hair. Brian moved into the room and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my front and watching me in the reflection. ‘Are you sure? Because I’ve just witnessed a pretty snarky argument that contradicts that.’ ‘It’s just-’ I sighed and stopped brushing for a moment, ‘the way the boys talked about girls like that. It’s just not on.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘They were up for having hundreds of naked ladies provided they all look like they’ve walked straight off of a runway. It’s just not realistic.’ ‘I don’t think they were saying they have to look like-’ ‘Well, you wouldn’t want someone like me would you?’ I spat as I slipped from his arms and went to sit on the edge of the bed.

‘Why not?’ he asked me sincerely. ‘Well I’m hardly what they have in mind, am I? Short and chunky.’ ‘And gorgeous.’ ‘Yeah right, tell that to your fans and the rest of the world.’ ‘What?’ he asked confused, ‘what’s this about?’ ‘Saturday,’ I said looking at him. He looked puzzled and raised his eyebrows, gesturing for me to carry on, ‘I thought I looked really nice on Saturday and then I picked up a magazine that just slated me about how I look.’ ‘Y/N-’ ‘I know, I know you say don’t read them and whatever but out of all the group’s girlfriends, I’m the only one they don’t like. Dom and Ronnie are gorgeous and I’m just there.’ ‘They don’t know what they’re talking about. And they don’t know you. You’re extremely funny, kind, and caring. You’re so smart and thoughtful. You make me laugh without even knowing it. I love you for you. No matter what you look like.’ ‘Even with my thick hips and flabby belly,’ I chuckled. Brian moved towards the bed and pulled me up so I was standing before him. ‘Don’t do that,’ he whispered. ‘What?’ ‘Don’t say that I love you even though you’ve got bigger thighs and a belly. I don’t love you in spite of those things. I love you. End of. And I happen to think your thighs are sexy as hell.’ ‘Yeah?’ I said biting my lip as I felt Brian’s long fingers fiddle with the tie on the robe. ‘Yeah and besides. I wouldn’t want to see you get naked and ride a bike.’ ‘No?’ ‘Nope, I’d rather you get naked and ride me.’

Brian leaned forward and kissed me his hands slipping inside the robe and pulling me towards him by my waist. My hands went straight to his hair, where I loved to be, it was so soft and smooth I could run my fingers through it for days. Brian slipped my robe off of me and kissed my neck, forcing me back down onto the bed. I lay there as he hovered above peppering my body with kisses as his fingers teased my wet folds. He disappeared from above me suddenly as he went to kneel down between my legs which he grabbed and pulled up around his shoulders. I could feel his warm breath on my mound and the light pressure as he kissed his way down each thigh before reaching my centre. Gently he reached out and licked a long flat swipe causing me to shiver. His tongue gave my swollen clit small flicks before tracing his way around it as if he were spelling his name.

I writhed under him, loving the way his hands clenched around my thighs keeping me still and in place so he could continue the pleasurable torture. I played with his hair and as he sucked my swollen bud I came undone beneath him, screaming his name as my legs trembled around his ears.

He pulled back and decanted my legs off of his shoulders before climbing onto the bed beside me. My legs were like jelly but I attempted to move further up the bed so we could comfortably lie beside one another. I descended from my high slowly as Brian kissed away at my body before he lay at my side and hovered over me.

His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess. He looked beautiful. I reached up and stroked his cheek whispering a small thank you. He smiled and kissed the palm of my hand. ‘I love you y’know,’ he muttered. ‘I know,’ I said, ‘I don’t know why I ever doubt it. I love you too.’ ‘Good to know,’ he chuckled. ‘So much so that if you give me a couple of minutes to recover I’ll show you how well I can ride a bike.’ ‘Deal.’

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bowieandqueen11 · 6 years ago

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could you write a roger x reader who is a big girl? like more than chubby, cause whenever I see plus sized fics they are always just a little chubby and i cant relate :[

Sorry this took so long, hope you’re doing well beautiful! Gazing up serenely towards the scorching heat of the sun, letting its rays fall down upon the blazing blush covering the warm roundness of your cheeks, you sigh contently as you see the emerald green and white striped kite Roger’s guiding fly over your field of vision, dancing high and restlessly in the wind in sunlit silence, which you break as you start laughing at Roger being pulled through the tufts of grass by the strong breeze, his short wheat coloured hair madly blending in with the bushes of the meadow, blowing his locks up in spikes in every direction, his shouts of glee mixing with the wisps of the wind as the kite spiralled was exactly what you wanted to hear after a long week at work. Turning towards your laugh with a wide grin spreading across his face, knowing his eyes are bright with laughter even through his dim sunglasses, he winds in the reel of the kite, walking over to the plaid blanket you’re lying upon whilst you stay there, appreciating the way his light white half-unbuttoned shirt ripples with each step, allowing you full view of the slightly tanned skin of his chest. As his footsteps draw nearer, crunching the thin summer blades of grass and daisies with each step, he slowly flops down beside you, pulling himself up onto one elbow in order to appreciate the way the flowing dress you were wearing hugged your skin perfectly. His hand crawls over your thick waist slowly, teasing you, each inch of skin tingling with goosebumps as his fingers gently twirl across until he finally wraps his arm around you, snuggling his head into the bountiful curve or your neck, making use of the plentiful skin along your arms that he loves to hold so much to place hot ardent kisses on every free space he can. He snuggles up against you, loving how safe he feels in your ample, strong arms that can make him relax with just one touch, no matter how many arguments he had with Brian or how many drumkits he had tripped over in a rage; as soon as he felt the fulsome, lavish embrace that he always longed for so dearly he felt, at once, at home. He rolls you both over so he can run his hand up and down the plushness of your side, pushing the ticklish fabric of your dress up with his fingertips so he can place his palm against your plump thighs, loving the way your skin flushes in reaction to his meaningful touches. He gazes at you with such compassionate devotion as you reach up to pull the sunglasses away from his face, giggling slightly as his face turns into a silly mock frown at the loss of them, before the crinkles at the side of his eyes rise once more and he pulls you tightly against him, placing a soft kiss against the tip of your nose, before tracing a path to the side of your mouth. He pauses for a moment, and you see the rays fall down upon the slightly dazed, far away look in his crystal blue eyes, intense with understanding and desire, before he murmurs against your plump lips, ‘you’re so incredibly beautiful, you know that love? So incredibly smart, and independent, and warm and loving and it honestly aches in my heart sometimes how an angel like you could fall for a man like me.’As the burning tears well in your eyes, you savour the kiss he yields willingly to you, as the soft sun bathes your entangled bodies in a halo of light.

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faegramme · 2 years ago

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spreadyovrwings · 4 years ago

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64 Oslo Square

‘Companion’. Middle English. From Old French ‘compaignon’, literally ‘one who breaks bread with another’.

Strapped for cash, John gets a job at a bakery as their new delivery boy. Juggling school and Queen and work is exhausting, but it’s more than worth it. It’s worth it because of you.

Pairings: John Deacon x (female + plus size) reader

Warnings: Eventual smut, you know how it is

Warnings for this chapter: None

Chapter One

John wondered if he’d ever get used to London. The city seemed to be constantly shifting. He didn’t think he’d ever walked the same roads twice, even the journey to Chelsea College from his accommodation seemed different every time.

It was as if the roads and alleys and pavements rearranged themselves while everyone was sleeping. Not that anyone seemed to sleep in this city. There was always some sort of noise outside his window at night when John just wanted to forget his long day and pass out on his woefully thin mattress.

There seemed to be a new shop on the high street every day, and in the same breath, another would suddenly disappear, leaving behind a shell ready to be snapped up by the next eager entrepreneur. It wasn’t as if Oadby was much different, not in terms of the cars and the concrete, but at least it was consistent. John liked consistency.

He knew for sure that he’d never get used to the Underground. As he hurried down the escalator, the acrid smell of the tunnels hit his senses like a wall. John wrinkled his nose as he followed the signs for the Central Line, doing his best to duck around the other commuters without swinging his satchel into their unsuspecting knees.

He wasn’t claustrophobic by nature. Or at least, he didn’t think he was. There was nowhere as suffocating as the Tube back home, so he supposed he just hadn’t known what true claustrophobia was. John drew in a long breath as he finally reached the platform, hoping it would ease his nerves, but he just pulled in a lungful of ancient, musty air.

It really wasn’t his day.

John leaned his body against the wall of the platform, not caring that it was probably filthy. A glance up at the departure board told him that the next train would be here in six minutes. It would be an eternity to the Londoners all around him, but to John, it was a welcome rest.

He stretched out one long leg in front of him, placing the ball of his foot flat against the ground to relieve some of the pressure from his heel. His boots were new and still rubbed his feet, but they looked far too good to consider returning them. John pursed his lips as he switched legs, giving his other foot some respite too. Maybe Freddie and Rog would have some trainers he could change into.

Just as the thought passed through his head, John felt the stuffy air in the tunnel shift. It played with his long hair, then made his jacket flap as it picked up speed, like it was trying to push through him.

His nose itched as centuries of dust and who knows what else swirled around him, then the bright white eye of the Tube, growing steadily brighter and wider, finally blinked shut as it slunk into the station. The tremendous screech of metal against metal was enough to set John’s teeth on edge. His ears were still ringing when he got off at High Street Ken.

He hadn’t got lost yet, but Roger still worried, even if he didn’t like to admit it. He would say, with a pointed smile and a wink, that he didn’t care if their new bassist ended up on the other side of London, so long as he showed up to rehearsals on time. But there he was, waiting for him at the same bench outside of the station every time.

Today, Roger was even easier to spot than usual. His golden hair shone in the sunlight, his lips parted as he blew out an elegant curl of smoke, more like Elizabeth Taylor than good ol’ Rog. He’d paired tight blue jeans with an even tighter white top that was cropped to show off his soft belly, and a pair of ridiculous pink trainers that no one had the guts to tease him about.

Even shy, quiet John could admit that his new friend was one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen in his life. Roger belonged on the cover of magazines, draped across a dazzling set, not a dingy old bench, but he even managed to make that look glamorous.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the underside of the bench when he saw him. John hadn’t asked them to not smoke around him, but the boys were a silently courteous bunch, though you wouldn’t have guessed it from the way they bickered.

“Alright, mate?”

Roger stood up when John approached, brushing down the backs of his jeans with one elegant hand and flicking his extinguished fag end away with the other.

His Cornish accent had all but disappeared now, if he’d even had one to begin with. Now Roger sounded almost native, if it weren’t for the spare over-enunciated ‘T’s and ‘H’s that betrayed him. London seemed to seep into your every pore, taking in anyone from anywhere and making something new.

John couldn’t help wondering if it would happen to him soon, if he’d lose the part of home that he always carried with him, as much a part of his speech as the gap in his front teeth.

“Alright?” he replied, hefting his bag up on his shoulder before it could slip. “Good day?”

Roger’s whole face scrunched up, a decisive ‘no’. He pushed up his lips until they almost met his delicate nose, his pale eyebrows meeting.

“Bank holiday, innit. Everyone’s at home havin’ a roast. That could be us, hey, Deaks? You a good cook? Me an’ Fred’ve only got Angel Delight in the cupboard. Wouldn’t mind a proper supper for once.”

He gave John a wicked grin that reassured him that he was kidding, then shook his head.

“We’ll be alright. We always are. Come on, kettle’s on.”

John had only visited his friends’ market stall a few times. The first was the day after his audition. He showed them what he could do, added his own twist to a few of their existing (good, if a little simple) bass lines, and then jammed with the boys until they decided they’d heard enough.

They spent the rest of the session just getting to know each other a little better, sitting on the floor, on amps, Roger still behind his kit. To say that he was nervous was an understatement. He admittedly didn’t think much of Queen when he first saw them but John found himself wanting to be a part of their ridiculous little group all the same.

He couldn’t have felt more like an outsider. Brian, Roger and Freddie already knew each other inside out, like they’d been playing together for fifty years, rather than just a few months. Brian and Fred even dressed similarly, their clothes sleek and black and almost androgynous. John had turned up for his audition in his nicest T-shirt and an old pair of jeans, and wished he’d put more thought into his appearance.

Worse, though they couldn't be less alike in interests, they all seemed built for rock and roll, and talked with such incredible ambition. John felt even more painfully shy than usual, and when they asked him to tell them about himself, he had felt incredibly, embarrassingly boring.

But the boys were warm, welcoming, patient, and as soon as he learned that John was studying at Chelsea College, Freddie invited him up to Kensington Market, since it was only a few stops on ‘the yellow line’.

He’d been back a few times since, when he had time between classes. The market was a little chaotic for John’s tastes. When you stepped off the streets and passed through its wide, turquoise arches, you seemed to step into a completely new world. John thought the exotic colours and delicious smells seemed better suited to Marrakesh or Bangalore, not a small, dreary square of West London. Everything seemed to be in constant flux here too.

The first time he visited, Freddie led him around the scenic route, carefully guiding him so that he could see a little of all that the market had to offer. Stuck somewhere between opulent and earnestly bohemian, there was so much to see, John had to open his eyes a little wider to take it all in.

How anyone found their way around without getting lost amazed him. There were hundreds of stalls, and if they were arranged in some sort of order, John was unable to decipher it. Perhaps it could only be understood from high above.

John craned his neck up to the second and third floors. He hadn’t had a chance to venture that far yet. He couldn’t begin to imagine what wonders lay beyond, just waiting to be discovered, like Aladdin’s cave.

“Watch your feet, mate.”

Roger threw out his hand and pressed it against his chest, stopping John before he could trip over a patch of uneven brickwork.

John tried not to recoil. He wasn’t overly fond of touching. Roger was just trying to stop him from breaking his ankle but he could still feel his palm against his chest long after he took back his hand. John thanked him quietly, rolling his shoulders, as if stretching the material of his shirt would get rid of the warm handprint Roger had left there.

He led John through the rabbit warren, ignoring the pop-up stalls that snaked through the centre of the old building. Instead, they stuck close to the sides, skirting around the stalls cut into the walls of the market.

John tried to keep his eyes down. He’d learned the hard way that making eye contact here was an open invitation. The last time he visited the boys at work, a woman selling brightly coloured scarves flung a pashmina around his neck and tugged so hard, she almost strangled him, all for the low, low price of £2.

Today, John just kept his gaze on the back of Roger’s faux leather jacket, until he saw flashes of colour out of the corner of his eye that looked vaguely familiar.

Freddie and Roger sold whatever they could get their hands on. They claimed theirs was a high-end boutique, selling only the best clothes and accessories, but it was more like a car boot sale, selling “fell off the back of a van” tat and seemingly, whatever wasn’t nailed down.

That afternoon, Freddie was sorting a pile of dresses, all crumpled from the box they’d been stuffed into.

It had been a slow day. Usually, the boys were swarmed by girls with shaved heads and tattoos, and blokes with long hair and heels. John smiled. Like him.

Today, though, Freddie was alone behind the “counter”, made out of an old school desk and a cash register they’d borrowed from a friend of a friend.

“Hello, John!”

As always, he was greeted with more amity than he’d been shown by anyone else during his time in London. Compared to Roger, Freddie’s clothes were relatively muted. He had flair, yes, but he always looked as neat and elegant as his painted black nails. It’s called class, he’d say, whenever his dress sense came up, which always made Roger snort derisively.

“Make yourself comfy, uh…” Roger stepped in a semicircle, trying to find him somewhere to sit that wasn’t covered in piles of clothes. “Anywhere.”

Freddie grinned at him, dropping the last dress onto the pile he’d made.

“Anywhere you can.”

Never one to complain, John found a relatively clear surface and perched on the edge. It wasn’t very comfortable but it was either that or stand, and his poor feet were aching something terrible.

“Roger said it’s been a slow day.”

Freddie tutted, shooting his partner a withering look.

“Oh, he’s a miserable old sod, isn’t he? The day’s been fine. He’s just in a bad mood because I sold a scarf he had his eye on.”

Roger stopped moving boxes around to turn and wave his hands at John.

“It was beautiful, Deaks. We’ll never get another one like it.”

“And they call me dramatic.” Freddie sighed, then held out his hand towards John, unfurling his fingers elegantly so that his rings glinted under the low artificial lights. “Do you want tea? We’re feasting today. Mhairi next door brought us some biscuits.”

Mhairi turned out to be a lovely Scottish woman in her late fifties. She wore long skirts and bangles, and her waist-length hair was dyed a peachy pink colour. She sold obscure, silver jewellery, and an all manner of other trinkets that winked at John as he quickly glanced over them. She was also a fantastic baker.

They settled around a camping stove Brian had apparently gifted them last Christmas. As his new friends regaled him with stories from their day, John nibbled quietly on the shortbread he’d selected from the biscuit tin Roger thrust under his nose. He watched Freddie’s elegant hands as he steadied the kettle on top of the stove, avoiding burning his fingers with practiced motions.

“How’s uni going?”

Roger asked the question so suddenly that it almost made John jump. His mouth was already dry from the shortbread, but he could hardly speak as two pairs of eyes turned to him.

They were kind, Roger and Freddie. They argued like an old married couple but clearly adored each other, and they’d been sweet to him from the moment they met. Understanding, John thought, of his quiet nature. He didn’t have to warn them that he was shy, they just seemed to know, but it still made his heart thud against his ribs when he suddenly became the centre of attention.

“It’s alright. I just switched modules to something more challenging. I’d pretty much covered everything they were teaching me already, so.”

Freddie scoffed and adjusted the kettle again as it began to heat up.

“What a disastrous bunch of intellectuals you all are. We’d do better on University Challenge than Top of the Pops.”

“That’s why we keep you around,” Roger jammed his elbow right into Freddie’s ribs. “There’s always one idiot in the group to keep ‘em humble.”

Freddie almost swung for him but thankfully realised he still had his fingers wrapped around the kettle’s handle. He made sure it was safely settled, then swiped half-heartedly at Roger, his indignation already fading.

As if to make peace, Roger offered to finish the tea. He passed John a chipped old mug, its pattern obscured by time.

“How’s your amp comin’?”

Roger dunked a tea bag into his mug with very little care, yet it landed perfectly. He was even agonisingly cool when he was making a cuppa.

“It’s good.”

To John’s surprise, Roger beamed, looking excited.

“Will it be ready for the show next Thursday?”

“I think so. There’s a few things I want to fiddle with-” Though it fascinated him, John realised he might lose their interest if he spoke about the delicate details of the machine for too long, so he gave them the short version. “Yeah, no, it’ll be ready.”

Instead of looking bored, Roger’s grin lit up the stall. He poured the boiled water into John’s mug.

“That’s brilliant! I’m sure it’ll be great, Deaks.”

As Roger turned away to pour Freddie a cuppa, the conversation turned with him, and John felt his shoulders sink in relief. He realised he’d been holding his body in place, tensed throughout the whole exchange.

John let out a long breath, hoping they wouldn’t hear it, but Roger and Freddie were already arguing again. He’d been shy ever since he could remember. It didn't bother him so much when he was home, all his friends knew he was quiet, it was just how he was. But it made making new friends at uni difficult. In fact, John realised, this was the most he’d spoken to anyone all week.

His throat felt sore from lack of use, his tongue heavy and clumsy, and when the boys stopped bickering and the conversation eventually drifted back to their meagre earnings that day, John had to force himself to join in.

“So you think you’ll get busy again soon?”

“Oh, I should think so. It’s always a little precarious but things usually sort themselves out.” Unlike Roger, when Freddie smiled, there was no mischief in his expression. He was always warm, always friendly and genuine. “Why? Are you looking for a job?”

John looked down at his tea. Now that he’d taken a few sips, he could see the pattern that had worn away on the outside of the mug was still clear on the inside. Tiny blue flowers bloomed on needle-thin green tendrils, winding their way deep into the depths of his tea. He wondered if they’d bought them here, at the market, or if one of the boys had brought them from home.

“Yes, actually,” he said quietly. “I- I am.”

John’s face flushed. He didn’t want to look up from his tea. He felt like they’d already given him so much, friends, something to get him out of his uni digs, a chance at being a rock star every weekend.

John didn’t like asking for help. He had never needed it, he had always been more than capable enough on his own. But he had friends now, he had people to lean on, if he needed to. It seemed a shame to spurn their kindness.

“Things are a bit tight at the moment. My mum sends what she can from home but... I want to pay my own way. Get a proper job. Make a start for myself here, you know?”

Freddie beamed.

“We’d be happy to have you, Deaky! God knows we need the help.”

Roger raised his eyebrows over the rim of his mug.

“Maybe you can stop the place looking like a pigsty.”

Freddie reached over and slapped his knee with the back of his hand.

“It does not. It’s avant-garde.”

“It’s a bloody mess, Fred.”

“We’re going for bazaar-chic!”

“Bizarre is right.”

Sighing despairingly, Freddie turned back to John. He gave him an apologetic look, although he was still smiling. Sparring with Roger made him endlessly happy, which was good, John supposed, because it was all they seemed to do.

“Deaky, we’d love to have you, but you’d have to listen to us bicker all day long.”

“I do that anyway,” John gave him a nervous smile. “I might as well get paid.”

Roger snorted. He reached out to John, flapping his hand at him. It took him a moment to realise he was asking for another piece of shortbread. John took another square, resting it on his knee before he passed the tin over with two hands.

“Well, that’s the other thing,” Freddie’s smile turned apologetic, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek. “We barely scrape by as it is. I honestly think you’d be better off trying one of the shops on the high street.”

John visibly perked up.

“Yeah?”

He was a little apprehensive at the thought of having to go around introducing himself to new people. It was hard enough asking his friends for work; integrating himself into a whole new environment for probably very little money wasn’t exactly an enticing offer. But he did need the money and, John thought, it would be good to have something in his life that wasn’t related to school or the band.

“They’re always looking for people. Students come and go all the time round here,” Roger said, brushing crumbs from his lap.

John daintily moved his foot out of the way, trying to avoid getting any specks on his new boots. Which reminded him, he still needed to ask about some spare shoes.

“Thanks,” he said, his smile a little more genuine now. “I’ll ask around.”

John spread his aching toes inside his shoes then curled them in again. Roger had managed to find some old trainers under a pile of leather jackets they hadn’t been able to flog yet. They were a few sizes too big but they were better than his new boots, now stuffed into a brown paper bag. There was a doodle on the front, drawn by Roger, a sort of logo for their little stall, and under it, their names in his famous bubble writing.

He left his friends after a few hours, hoping to wander into some of the shops on the high street before they shut for the evening. He didn’t know this area all that well yet, so John didn’t really know what was on offer.

Freddie had said he thought he remembered seeing a ‘help wanted’ sign in the clothes shop on the corner, but when John peered through the window, not only was the shop closed, the sign was gone.

With a doleful sigh, he turned away and gazed down at the long row of shops before him. There were so many stores on the high street, each of them painted a bright colour, like the scales of a tropical fish. He tried not to feel crushed too soon. There were so many shops, surely one of them must be hiring.

Now that his feet weren’t aching, John could move a lot faster. He slipped between the other shoppers nimbly, worried that the stores would start to close before he even had the chance to ask if they had any jobs going.

He tried the corner shop, but the man behind the counter gave him an apologetic smile. They’d just hired someone, he said, and had forgotten to take down their advertisement in the window. His little baby girl sat on the counter, playing with a well-loved pink rabbit. John supposed the man had been so busy with his daughter, the advert had just slipped his mind.

Next, he tried another clothes store. All of the shops in this part of Kensington were independent. They were all a little lopsided and deceptively small. John supposed they would be endearingly quirky to some, but it just meant, like with Roger and Freddie’s stall, he had to stoop the whole time.

It was hard enough just walking up to the front desk, he couldn't imagine having to work there, but fortunately for his back, they weren’t looking for anyone either.

John had one last go in the record store he and the boys would always visit when they had the chance. Roger, especially, loved it here. It looked the same as any other record shop, but it was his. He knew everyone who worked there, and was always the first person they called when a new order came in.

It meant that John knew the sales associates pretty well too, although he didn’t recognise any of the people working that day. They didn’t need anyone either.

Feeling defeated, John headed back out onto the street. He pursed his lips as he looked back down the high road, wondering if there were any shops he’d skipped when he was feeling a lot more optimistic. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.

The cool evening air slipped beneath his thin jacket, sending a ripple of goosebumps over his skin. John pulled his arms tight into his sides, hunching his shoulders to try and stop the cold creeping down the back of his neck but with no luck.

It only deflated his mood further. Sore feet, no job, and now the clouds were starting to gather overhead. It would be raining soon.

John jammed his hands into his pockets, though the silk lining did little to warm him. He stepped off the pavement, so distracted by his misery that he forgot to look both ways. Thankfully, a shrill ring knocked into him before anything else could. John jumped back out of the way just in time. A delivery boy on his bike swore at him over his shoulder as he sped away, waving his fist angrily.

John was too tired and fed up to care, he just crossed the road, his head low. He was just about to head back down the high street and try again before the last of the shops closed when a gentle light caught his attention.

There had been a painting on the wall of his school art room. A Van Gogh, he thought. A café at night, glowing brilliant burning yellow against a navy blue sky. John had always liked it. Though he would be the first to admit he knew very little about art, he would swear that he saw it recreated here before his eyes.

On the rounded corner of the next street sat a bakery. It was painted bright yellow, and the plain buildings that bracketed it only made its glow brighter. Although it was getting late, the lights were all still on inside, and he could see all the wonderful creations silhouetted in the windows.

There were flowers over the door, an arch of plaited yellow and white blooms that still turned their faces towards the sky, despite the retreating light. Below them, in curling, scarlet script, read the name 64 Oslo Square.

It was such a beautiful place, John felt like he was dreaming. He remembered how good Mhairi’s baking had made him feel. It might not have meant a lot to her, but it was the first time he’d eaten that day, and those squares of shortbread shared between new friends held more meaning than John cared to consider right now.

The next thing he knew, he was pushing open the door and stepping inside. The bakery was empty. From the sign on the door, they would be closing in a few minutes, so he wasn’t surprised that it was so quiet.

His borrowed trainers made no sound as he crossed the wooden floor. There were a few tables scattered around, their chairs upended and resting on top. There were more folded against the wall, probably for outside seating when the weather was nicer.

Empty shelves lined the back wall, though John supposed they usually housed freshly baked bread. There were still a few treats neatly arranged behind the glass display case that bisected the shop.

It reminded him of the market, so exciting and beautiful that John felt like he was experiencing colour for the first time. Everything smelt so good, the air warm and soft. John found his whole body relaxing as he stepped up to the counter, wondering if he should announce his presence, or wait for someone to realise he was there.

Before he could decide, a voice cut through the stillness. It was so abrupt that John actually took a tentative step back away from the counter, so surprised that it was a few seconds before he realised he wasn’t in trouble.

He heard the unmistakable clang of a telephone being slammed back onto its cradle, then the voice again.

“That’s three this week! Bloody idiots are doin’ my ‘ead in. How hard is it to remember the cake you ordered? You know, I’ve a right mind to go round there and-”

A woman appeared in the doorway. She was just shy of fifty, her face round and soft and gently lined. She stopped shouting when she saw John, but much like all the other vendors in this part of London, she didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. In fact, she beamed at him immediately, as if she hadn’t just been yelling, or she knew he wouldn't care.

“Oh, ‘ello sweetheart. You alright?”

John was so shocked by the sudden appearance, and the way her mood seemed to have turned on a sixpence, that he could only nod.

“Are you the owner?”

The woman smiled. When she spoke again, her East London accent was so thick, he felt as if he was wading through it.

“You must be new round here. Yes, love, that’s me. I’m Gladys, darlin’. What can I getcha?”

“Actually, I was wondering…” John was so nervous, his words almost dissolved on his tongue. But there was something reassuring about this place, about this woman, and he tried to be as brave as Freddie and Roger would be. “Do you know if you happen to have any vacancies? I’m looking for something part-time while I’m at uni.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, darlin’. We don’t really need anyone right now.”

Despite his disappointment, John tried not to seem too despondent. Gladys did look truly sorry.

This place just seemed so right. When he saw the bakery across the road, all bathed in light, it was as if it were calling to him. It was warm, safe, close to uni and his friends, and John knew, despite their very brief first impression, that he could work happily under Gladys’ guidance. But if they had no room, they had no room. He would just have to find something else.

John was about to thank her and slope back out into the cold, when a thought struck him. As his mind turned to crossing over the road, he remembered the bike that had almost flattened him. John didn’t really believe in signs or fate, but this was good enough for him.

“I used to be a paperboy. When I was a lad, you know? I used to do deliveries, I could- I heard you talking,” John winced as he realised he’d just confessed to eavesdropping. “I could deliver your orders for you.”

Gladys gave him an almost motherly smile.

“You’re gonna run all over London, sweetheart?”

“I’ve got a bike. I’d get there in no time. Your customers would think it was great service.”

She looked tired, like she’d rather be at home putting her feet up after a long day, not bartering with some idiot who’d wandered into her shop just before closing time. But Gladys didn’t raise her voice, she didn’t tell him to get out, she just sighed and rested her ringed hands on her hips.

“You really think you can do it?” When John nodded, determined, Gladys sighed again. “Well, alright then. You can come in this week for a trial and we’ll see how it goes. Tomorrow alright?”

When John smiled, it was so wide, it stretched his cheeks. It was his first proper smile all day.

“Perfect.”

The phone out back began to ring again. Gladys swore under her breath and rubbed at her tired eyes.

“Bleedin’ ‘ell, where’s that girl?”

John thought she would smudge her bright blue eyeshadow but when she looked at him again, everything was still in place.

“We open at 8. I want you here at 7:30. Can you do that?”

John quickly summoned his timetable in his head. Thankfully, he was only in a few days a week, and even then, just for a couple of hours. Tomorrow was Wednesday, he was free all day.

“I’ll be here.”

Gladys looked like she wanted to go over some of the finer details with him, but the telephone was still bleating in what John assumed was the kitchen. She reached over the counter, her gold bracelets rattling as she thrust her hand towards him.

“A trial,” Gladys reiterated, wagging a long finger at him, but she was still smiling.

John quickly grabbed her hand, letting her shake it so firmly that it almost made his arm ache.

“I won’t let you down,” he promised.

He wasn’t sure that Gladys heard him. As soon as she let go of his hand, she turned on the spot and hurried back into the kitchen without a backward glance. She must have caught the phone in time because silence fell in the shop, and she didn’t return.

John blew out a long breath. He hadn't realised that his heart was thudding until he was left alone with it again. He could feel his pulse panging in his wrists, his neck.

He wanted to be angry with himself. He was a grown man, he should be able to have a conversation with a stranger without feeling like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. But he was too tired to be angry, and even if he wasn’t, guilt had already snuck in and taken its place.

He didn’t have a bike. He was a paperboy as a lad, yes, but that was the last time he’d been anywhere near a bike, and he certainly couldn’t remember anything about the job. He didn’t know London well enough, he didn’t know anything about working in a bakery. He was a complete and utter fraud.

“You were lyin’, weren’t you?”

John slowly raised his head.

You were standing in the spot Gladys had just vacated. He’d been so wrapped up in his anxieties that he hadn’t heard you approach. He wondered how long you’d been standing there, watching him panic.

“What?” John said quietly.

Too quietly. You scrunched up your nose, frowning. There was a streak of chocolate across your cheek and flecks of what he thought must be flour in your hair.

“You don’ ‘ave a bike,” you said before he could repeat himself.

You spoke so matter-of-factly that for a moment, John was convinced he must know you. Your uniform was simple, a coffee-brown shirt under a white apron, splattered with ingredients after what was probably a very long day at work. Your hair was pulled back tight, your eyes soft and tired. He studied you hard, but couldn’t place you.

John huffed, a little affronted that you’d not only been listening in on what he thought was a private conversation, but also that you could read him like a book. He didn’t like the idea of having everything written across his face. He was private, his thoughts and feelings were his and his alone. But you’d seen right through him.

“How do you know I don’t?” When you raised your eyebrows, John huffed again, embarrassed. “I can find a bike.”

His cheeks were burning. It had been a funny old night. John didn��t think he was making a very good first impression, but his tongue felt like lead in his mouth, uncomfortable and clumsy.

Outside, a car rolled around the corner, sending a beam of light slicing across the bakery. It caught in your eyes, lighting up your pretty face, and when you smiled, John found his heart beating even harder.

You looked back towards the kitchen. He realised you were listening out for Gladys, but your boss was still on the telephone. When you turned back to him, you held up one finger.

“Wai’ there.”

John watched you disappear back into the kitchen, just as Gladys had. He realised he was submitting without question.

The shop fell quiet again. John turned when he heard a tapping on the broad windows and saw that it had begun to rain. Fat, round raindrops oozed down the glass, forging paths that would eventually merge and form tiny streams. John regretted not bringing his coat.

He heard the telephone clang as it was placed back on its cradle but Gladys didn’t come looking for him again. She’d probably assumed he’d left already. John wished he had, but you’d asked him to stay, and for some reason, he knew it was alright to obey.

Something tapped against the glass again, louder and sharper than the rain. John turned to see you standing outside. You waved at him, your shoulders hunched against the elements.

He hurried out to join you, not wanting you to stay out in this weather any longer than you had to. Your clothes were already drenched, your hair plastered to your skin. It was so dark now, the rain so thick, that John didn’t realise you were propping a bike up against the wall of the bakery until he was standing right in front of you.

“The back tyre needs pumpin’ an’ the breaks are a bit iffy, but it works.” The rain was so loud now that you had to shout. “No divin’ into skips for you.”

John wondered how you knew, just from looking at him, that that was exactly what he’d planned on doing. He tried to thank you, he even considered telling you that it wasn’t necessary. He probably could find a bike elsewhere if he really needed to, but he sensed that you weren’t someone he wanted to argue with.

You pressed a small paper bag into his hands. Two slices of chocolate cake, still a little warm from the display case.

“Take these too, if you like. They’ll jus’ go stale otherwise.” You gave him a quick once over, then smiled. “You look like you could use ‘em.”

John felt his face grow hot. As the wind picked up, he pulled his jacket tighter around his thin frame, hoping you’d think it was to shelter from the weather.

He wasn't often self-conscious, not physically anyway, but John was so bewildered by this whole exchange that he couldn’t seem to catch his footing, and you were so forward, he hardly knew what to do with himself.

John patted his breast pocket, hoping he’d remembered to bring his wallet with him. It was bad enough that he’d practically lied his way into a job here, now you were standing out in the rain, offering him food and your own bike. It was all so painful, John almost considered running back to beg Roger and Freddie for work, rather than prolong this situation any longer.

“How much do you..?”

You waved him off, though whether it was because you truly didn’t care or you just wanted to get back inside, John couldn’t be certain.

“Jus’ get to work on time. I hate when people are late.”

“I’m never late.”

John saw something flash in your eyes. He didn’t mean to answer so quickly, the words had just slipped out, but he thought the strange look on your face meant you found him almost endearing, something he really wasn’t used to at all.

“Good,” you said, then your expression grew serious again. “And don’ eat any of the deliveries. We ‘ad a lad workin’ here a few years ago. Came in one mornin’ and found ‘im lyin’ on the kitchen floor surrounded by eclairs.”

Finally, John cracked a real smile.

“Well, I can’t make any promises.”

You smirked.

“No, neither can I.”

John’s gaze strayed to the corner of your mouth before he looked down shyly, wrapping his long fingers around the handle of the bike. Thankfully, you were both eager to get out of the rain, so the silence that fell between you didn’t last long enough to grow uncomfortable.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

You gave the bike one last fond pat, as if you were saying goodbye, then you walked around John to head back into the bakery. Your sensible shoes were close to squelching, they were so soaked. Before you pushed open the door, you stopped with your hand pressed against the dark wooden panelling.

“Look after her.”

John nodded quickly. He turned his body so that he could hold onto both of the bike’s handles, as if to show you how careful he would be.

“I will,” he said. “Thank you.”

You just laughed softly, then went inside.

John waited patiently, despite the rain. He watched through the window until you disappeared behind the counter and back into the kitchen.

It was only when thunder growled quietly overhead that he realised he ought to get moving. It was growing late and he was starting to shiver. If he didn’t jump in the shower soon, he’d probably wake up with a terrible cold and he’d miss his trial shift. John smiled.

He was still trying to decide whether he ought to wrestle the bike onto the Tube, or try and navigate the roads back to college. While he tried to make up his mind, he dunked his satchel into the basket attached to the front, along with the now sodden paper bag that still held his boots.

It had been a strange evening, but, he supposed, fairly lucrative. John looked back at the bakery. He thought about his possible new boss and her gleaming jewellery, and you, and your smile, and the way the rainwater had made your hair cling to your soft cheeks. It wasn’t until he saw the bakery lights go out that he realised he hadn’t asked your name.

You stopped in the kitchen to catch your breath. It was much quieter in here than outside, where the rain was still hammering against the pavement. That same water trickled down the back of your neck. You wriggled your shoulders uncomfortably.

Familiar heels clicking against the floor grabbed your attention, and thoughts of the strange, quiet boy you couldn’t help but pity vanished.

When you turned your head, you caught your reflection in the mirror-like surface of one of the large pots on the shelf. Your face was obscured but you could see your eye make-up had begun to run and your hair was stuck to you. You looked like a half-drowned cat.

You swiped your fingers under your eyes just as Gladys made her way into the kitchen. Her thick, gold hoop earrings swung like church bells as she quickly scanned the room, making sure everything was clean and in its place.

“Where’ve you been?” she asked, finally turning her attention to you. “Wanderin’ about in the rain?”

“Fancied some fresh air.”

You weren’t sure why your first instinct was to lie. Perhaps because it was just easier than telling the whole story, and you didn’t want to drop the new boy in it anyway. Or perhaps it was because just thinking about him made your face so hot, your cold skin prickled.

“Glad, I know you wanna rush off-”

“Did you see that lad who came in askin’ for a job?” She mouthed the next word, as if it were bad luck. “Northern.”

You drew in a long breath, trying to steady your nerves. You’d been working up the courage to ask about work for days but the bakery had been so busy, you'd all been rushed off your feet. You hadn’t had a chance to get your boss alone but now was your chance.

“Yeah, I met ‘im. Glad-”

“Looks like a stiff wind would knock ‘im over. ‘e must be a stone wet through,” She laughed. “And that’s mostly hair.”

You gave her a thin smile.

“Yeah, ‘e’s nice. Glad, have you got a minute to talk about-”

“Sorry, love. I really do have to run,” Gladys gave you a genuinely apologetic look as she grabbed her pink, faux crocodile skin handbag from the side. “We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah? Promise.”

Before you could say another word, Gladys grabbed her keys from the noticeboard hanging by the door, then scribbled down her signature and the time on the slip you had to fill in for the safe. You were supposed to empty the till and count the money together, but Gladys had never been the biggest fan of rules.

She waved a well-manicured hand and gave you one last big, apologetic smile before she hurried towards the back door, travelling as fast as she could on her stiletto heels.

“Na night, love!”

The door closed behind her with a dull ‘snap’.

You sighed, defeated.

“Night.”

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years ago

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Guardian of creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap.5

*Author’s note*

And here we go with the next chapter. Again not much warning here but I do ask you guys to listen to the music I have set up for you all to listen as you read the scene that follows :) So until the next update my lovelies and I hope you enjoy this chapter (and yes I use Harry Potter spells in this cause I can’t make up words to save my butt that’ll sound like real spells).

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@plethora-of-things

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@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@kinole009x

@queensdivas

@queen-paladin

@dancingcoolcat

@queendeakyy

@geek-and-proud

@wormzteef

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Chapter 5,

The lessons begin

Monday evening, just as the sun was beginning to set, you had arrived back at the mansion of magic (kinda a cool name for it huh?) with your stuff packed. John and Serafina insisted that since you were to be studying magic, it would be wise to just go ahead and move in with all of them, so as to not draw attention to yourself as you practice the spells and incantations you were about to learn.

Brian and Roger greeted you outside the mansion and as you opened up your car door and shut it Brian tells you.

“We’ll take your things to your room. John and Serafina expect you in the library right away.”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help taking in my stuff?” you ask the Elf and the Nokken.

“Child we’ve taken down large ships and giant trolls long before you were born. I think we can manage a few dozen boxes.”

“Okay. But it’s not a dozen boxes. Just seven or eight really.”

“Alright, now go on. They’re expecting you.” you head on inside and walked towards the same library where you first found out the truth about the young couple.

The two of them sitting together with Serafina on the same red velvet chair she sat at last time while John was leaning against it with his back.

“You’ve arrived. And right on time to. Be thankful you weren’t at our school. If you were even a second late, you were punished with detention.” John said.

“Believe me. My elementary and junior high schools definitely didn’t take tardiness lightly. Once my teacher in the 4th grade would literally smack your hand for every minute or second you were late with her ruler.” You shudder at the memory.

“Be thankful it was just a ruler. When Serafina was late one class, she was forced to work in the Forbidden forest with the grounds keeper for a week.”

“At nighttime. But it wasn’t all bad. Hagrid was fun to be around.” Serafina said.

“Hagrid?” you ask.

“An old friend of ours back in school. He first worked the school grounds during our 1st and 2nd years but by the time Year 3 came around he was promoted to Professor of the Magical creatures class.” Serafina responds.

“But enough of that. Are you ready to begin your lessons?”

“I’m ready.” You said confidently before turning around to walk out. That’s when John says to you.

“Uhh where do you think you’re going?” you turn back around and say.

“Aren’t we going out into the garden or something to practice some magic? Like flying or levitating stuff.” The two of them then started to laugh. At this point you were confused. Why were they laughing? You thought you were actually gonna be learning magic and the point of learning magic was to actually do it.

“Oh sweetheart. I think you’re mistaken. So long as John and I are your professors, you will be learning the same way we were first taught.” Serafina turned to John and he nodded before going straight to the bookshelves.

His long yet elegant fingers stroked across various book spines till he would pick out a book and levitate it in the air before going onto the next one. The book would follow right behind him as he would continue his search for more books.

Occasionally he’d blow off some dust from a book before joining it on top of the growing stack. Finally he picked one last book before walking towards you. He allowed the books to fall gently onto the table beside you before walking back towards Serafina and taking her hand in his.

“Let us know when you’ve read all of those.” He said as he guided Serafina out of the library.

“All of them?!” you exclaim.

“Basics darling. Always start with the basics.” Serafina’s voice soon called out. You turn to the six Encyclopedia-sized books and let out a groan.

“And I thought I could kiss homework goodbye after I graduated.” You whined quietly.

‘If you’d like I can give you some cheese with that whine.’ John’s voice suddenly said in your head. You jump back fearfully looking around. ‘Telepathic connections. You’ll learn it if you get cracking on those books. And if you’d want my advice, it’s best to read all the books at once. Saves time.’ Then all went quiet.

Read all the books at once? How was that even gonna be possible? These didn’t even look like a full book series. But John is your professor now so if he says it’ll save time, then I guess I don’t have any other choice.

Plus reading all those books one by one will take forever. Hell it took you 2 months just to finish Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. You pick up the books, oh god how you have not missed lugging around textbooks! And set them down at the desk nearby. You pull up the chair and spread the books out one by one and you read each title.

The BOOK OF NOIR

The Incantations of Azarath.

The Enochian and Demonic hieroglyphs

Mythical creatures: Their origins and weaknesses

Hexes, charms and potions

Origins of magic

Okay then. You turn the desk light on and open up each of the books and you start your reading, beginning with the “Origins of Magic”.

You decided to read at least seven pages for each book before moving onto the next one. After reading the “Origins of magic” page limit you then turned to the ‘Incantations of Azarath’ which talked about white witch magic and how it can be used in battle as well as healing.

After that you proceeded with the Book of Noir which talked about the history of black magic and forbidden curses. Followed by the Hexes, charms and potions, Mythical creatures, and stopping with the Enochian and Demonic hieroglyphs. Page by page you devoured each and every single word and symbol. You also took down some notes to ask John and Serafina to go in more depth about when you didn’t understand something.

You practically swallowed every bit of information you could. Of course Serafina would come in when it got so late that she felt you deserved a break and you could continue your readings tomorrow night. Exhausted and tired from only reading a quarter of all six books, you allowed her to guide you back to your room and you just passed out right there on your bed. Not even bothering to change out of your clothes.

Weeks passed and by around the second week of May you finally finished reading all the books that your new ‘Professors’ had assigned you to do. At first you thought they would then teach you how to do magic but wrong-o! Now it was quiz time.

Thankfully it wasn’t a written quiz, but your worst fear was that it was oral. The three of you would walk around the gardens or go down to the lake and they both would quiz you on things from each of the books.

Like today for instance, you three were at the lake walking all around the perimeter of it and John asked you.

“True or false: A witch or wizard can freely mess with time without consequences. Say if they were to meet themselves from a past experience they had a week ago like talking to yourself when you had pizza?”

“False. It is forbidden for a witch of wizard to be seen by anyone at all when they mess with time. Terrible things can happen to wizards and witches who mess with time.” You answer.

“Correct. And—who was the first ever wizard to exist in history?” he asked again.

“Merlin. Born at the beginning of 24 AD. And he had three apprentices that made up the royal wizard bloodline that exists today.”

“And who were the three apprentices?”

“Balthazar, Morgana, and Archimedes.”

“That is absolutely correct.” John said impressed.

“Little fun fact, John here comes from Balthazar’s bloodline.” Serafina said.

“Really?”

“Yep. He is John’s great, great x11 grandfather.”

“So you’re like one of the royal wizard’s? That’s so cool!”

“It’s really not. Believe me I never really liked my own family history. At least up to a point. Don’t get me wrong Balthazar was a powerful wizard and a good one too. Never dabbled in black magic unlike Morgana the traitor. Thank god I’m not related to her.”

“I think we all are.” Serafina said.

“What about you Serafina? Are you tied with the royal bloodline?”

“Oh no, no. Not at all. My family—” she trailed off as she looked down at the lake. Her eyes distant and solemn. But quickly she recovered herself and said, “my family came around after the ties were broken. Long after Morgana’s betrayal.”

“After sealing Morgana away and burying his mentor and brother’s bodies, Balthazar was the only leading wizard to teach the rest of the witches and wizards of England. Soon families just started sprouting out but each of them had destined tasks to perform for the kingdom of Balthazar.” John explained.

“Now onto your knowledge of mythical creatures.” Serafina now took over for the quizzing. “Name the two weakness of a harpy.”

“You first need to strike them at the heart, but to fully be rid of them, you need to burn the body with fire.”

“Mm-hmm. Now which dragon is known to be the strongest? Fire or ice?”

“Fire.”

“Ahh! Which one? Blue fire or normal fire?”

“Blue fire because it’s hotter than even a bolt of lightning.”

“Correct. I dare say you must be as clever as I was when it came to magical creatures.”

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“I’ve got a question.” John suddenly spoke up. “What is the one way to kill a Nokken?” we then heard an offended nicker as just ahead of us was a horse. But it was made of pure water.

“John Richard Deacon! You know how Roger hates you asking that question.” You turn and could see Roger’s pure white glowing eyes narrowing down at John.

“I’m merely just asking a question. And Nokks are known to have one weakness and I’m curious to know if (Y/n) knows it.” The two of them turned towards you and you say.

“Well uhh—their one weakness is. Wait don’t tell me don’t tell me I know it!”

You all were so focused on your answer that you didn’t see Roger slowly walking up towards the three of you still in his water horse form. He silently snuck up and stood behind John who had no idea just who was behind him. You stop answering as you just stare at John.

In a split second, Roger grabs John by the sleeve of his shirt and threw him in the lake. John let out a cry as he was thrown like a ragdoll into the water before coming up for air.

Roger then pranced around behind Serafina whinnying out what sounded like a laugh. He then reared up as he continued to neigh and whinny. Both you and Serafina couldn’t help but laugh as Serafina said.

“I told you love. He doesn’t like that question. Especially coming from you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah ha-ha you got your laugh. You happy now Roger?” Roger set back down and his head bowed lowly, but his eyes still narrowed slightly at the wizard.

“That’s a Nokken’s weakness. Saying their name. In some aspects it’s been known to be the very thing to kill them. But for this cheeky stallion here it gets him to calm down.” Serafina tells you.

“Now this may not be my place to ask but I’ve gotta know. I mean Rog did kinda say it but I wanna hear it from you Serafina. Has he ever won at winning you over? Cause the book said that Nokken’s power over women is impossible to break. Even married women who have claimed to love their husbands have fallen prey to the Nokk’s powers.”

“I’ll admit when I first met him he was—charming, attractive, and cheeky. Like he is now.” Roger then came over nickering softly as he gently nudged her back with his head. “And I’ll also admit I did fall for his spell so it’s not like I was immune to it. But my love for John was stronger. And when I called out a few various names to free myself from this cheeky stallion’s control, I called out the name Roger and from there I was freed. He let me go. And returned back to the waters, never again to take me as his prey.”

“But he still flirts with you whenever he can. Much to my dismay.” John says as he finally gets himself out of the water. “Even though he was one of the witnesses to our wedding.”

“Yes but it’s a playful flirt. Trust me my love when I say that I’ve seen him flirt. And what he does around me is not flirting.” Roger nudged her head softly with his as he nickered lovingly. His glowing eyes closing and his ears bent backward as she placed a hand under his muzzle, stroking it.

Roger then suddenly melted away. His horse shape turned into nothing but a puddle but you saw it move right underneath Serafina’s feet. Soon his horse form came back as she was now riding on top of Roger’s back. She giggled and said.

“Not now you cheeky stallion. Maybe later, right now (Y/n) needs to continue their quizzing.” Roger huffed annoyed and looked up at her with pleading eyes. “No, no, no. No. No and no.”

“You know he’s not gonna stop. Why not you go and indulge him for a while, I can handle the quizzing for today.” John said as he snapped his fingers and dried himself off.

“You sure?” she asked him.

“Yes, yes, yes no go on before I change my mind. Besides he could do with the exercise, he’s gotten fat in this form.” Roger then roared in John’s face. His tail twitched in anger as he also snorted in John’s face.

“Steady Roger, steady.” Serafina eased him as she stroked his strong and powerful horse neck. Roger immediately calmed down as he closed his eyes once more and straightened himself up. “That’s my boy. Now you want to go for a ride?” Roger huffed pridefully. “Then give me a ride I won’t forget.” Then with a flick of his water-like body, Roger and Serafina took off running down the lake and soon disappearing out of sight.

“And you’re sure that wasn’t flirting?” you ask him.

“He just does that to irk me at times. But I trust Serafina, plus all that there was just him wanting to get his way like a child having a tantrum.”

“It’s just from how you and Serafina are with each other, I’d hate to think a so called friend would get in the way of that.”

“I appreciate that someone at least agrees with me but you shouldn’t worry yourself over. A Nokken’s name is a powerful thing, once one has power over it, their spell is broken. And since Serafina spoke his real name, he won’t try anything. It’s their law. Come along, I think we’ve had enough fresh air for today, we’ll continue the quiz inside and wait for them to arrive back.” John then guides you back to the mansion and you proceed with the quiz inside.

*May 19th, 1926*

A month into the magic lessons, it was then you were finally deemed ready to perform some real magic. First up was basic levitation spells. With Serafina’s old wand, you and her were outside in the garden trying to levitate a feather.

“Now remember; the key to getting the spell to work is not just pronouncing the spell correctly, but also in the wrist.” She waved her wrist before flicking it downward in a fluid motion as she said. “Wingardium Leviosa!” soon enough the feather levitated in the air then as her hand glowed red, she allowed the feather to dance around in the air.

She set it back down and said.

“Okay, now your turn.” Taking a deep breath in then exhaling you follow the motion she did before to get the spell to work.

“Wingardium Leviosa!” you point her wand down at the feather but it just sits there. Still as a statue.

“Again.” She told you. You try it again but again the feather doesn’t move.

“It’s not working!” you whined.

“It takes time. John and I didn’t get it on the first try. No witch or wizard does. Plus I think I know what the problem is.”

“What?”

“It’s the way you’re saying it.”

“But I’m saying it the way you told me to say it.”

“Yes but that’s not what I was referring to.” She tells you. “You’re saying the spell like you’re impatient at a dog or cat when they keep doing something wrong. You are the only you in this whole universe, which makes your own form of magic that much unique. So John and I can give you the books, teach you the right spells but that last 1%. Comes from you.”

“So if I mean what I say, the spell will work?” she nodded softly. “How do I find that out?”

“It’s in there somewhere. You just have to concentrate and reach deep down. Now deep breath in.” you inhale deeply. “Slowly out.” You exhale slowly. “Wand at the ready.” You raise your hand and point it at the feather. “Concentrate. Reach deep within, and say it.”

“Wingardium Leviosa!” you say proudly. Soon enough the feather slowly raises itself up. You stand there with bated breath as it continues to raise up before finally dancing along the breeze. “I did it.” You mutter. You let out a laugh, “I did it! I actually did it!”

“Well done, (Y/n). You’re on your way to becoming a bonified (witch/wizard).” Serafina praises as she catches the feather with her left hand and places her right hand on your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t have done it without you and John. Thank you, Professor Serafina.” She nods at you with a soft smile.

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freddiesaysalright · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Here it is y’all! I’ll do my best to update it regularly :)

The numbers refer to my Prompt List

Hallow-Queen Prompts HallowQUEEN Masterlist

Series/Long Fics

My Man (Ben!Roger x Reader) Part I Part II Part III (kinda steamy at the end) Part IV Part V (tw: attempted sexual assault) Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Epilogue Bonus Blurb

Catching Up (Joe x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI (contains smut) Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Epilogue

Dancing With Ben (Ben x Reader) Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7 Week 8 (contains smut) Week 9 Week 10 Week 11 Week 12 Epilogue

I Don’t Like You or Your Band (John Deacon x Reader) Preview Full Fic (contains smut)

Lingerie (Joe Mazzello x Reader) Sneak Peek (smut) Full Fic (smut)

Peace Like A River (Gwilym x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Part XI Epilogue

Imagines/Requests

Ben Hardy Ben and post-baby reader Ben saves reader from attack at a party (tw: attempted sexual assault) Ben and reader love at first sight (very fluffy) Ben helps reader with a sprained ankle Ben fights with reader about screenshots online Reader sees Ben’s ex on his Insta Reader is daughter of a Hollywood exec Ben and a younger woman Ben falling for a bookshop girl Ben wants to take you on vacation Ben and Filipino reader Running away from your asshole fiance with Ben Trying to start a family with Ben Long distance relationship with Ben (fluffy) 15 and 43 29 and 46 (smut) Introducing his boyfriend to the rest of he BoRhap boys 20, 21, 22 (smut) 1 and 44 (smut) 2 and 25 Dad!Ben (fluffy) Domestic fluff w/ daughter and baby #2 on the way Starring with him in a movie Morning sex with Ben (smut) Telling him you’re pregnant on his birthday Ben and your daughter surprising you on Mother’s Day Getting with Joe’s brother on set What You Deserve Firsts Reuniting after breaking up Misunderstanding you and Roger’s relationship When his fans are rude to you Dating an Australian HCs Dating a punk girl Teaching him drums for BoRhap Coaching your daughter’s soccer team Sub!Ben w/ pegging (smut) Asking you to have a baby with him (smut) Relieving his stress (smut) Comforting you after getting a haircut Asking him to make a sex tape (kinda steamy) Taking care of you after getting your tonsils out

Joe Mazzello Joe and reader find out they’re having twins Joe and reader with PTSD WWI AU with soldier!Joe and nurse!reader (very fluffy) Cheering up Rami’s sister after a breakup Meeting Joe after a long term relationship Drunk crying over Joe Joe helping reader with body image issues Meeting Joe on a blind date Getting with Joe at Rami and Lucy’s wedding (fluffy) A musical proposal Joe comforting you after a nightmare (kinda steamy) Surprising you at work Comforting you when stress triggers depression Taking a bath with him (steamy) Drunkenly seducing him (steamy) You and Joe having lots of kids + one more 15 and 19 49 and 20 (smut) 40 and 49 36 and 50 21 and 27 (smut) Accidentally revealing you’re pregnant in an interview 28 and 34 41, 44, 23 Joe being clingy in his sleep Neighbor!Joe Romantic dinner away from the kids (steamy) Part II of ^ (smut) Fighting before he goes on a trip Joe wants to move in together but Y/N is hesitant When you’re different from his exes Choosing adoption Taking your grandmother’s ring to propose Celebrating going to college together Taking care of you on your birthday Comforting him after a breakup Proposing to you after a roller coaster Bath bomb proposal (kinda steamy) Morning sex with Joe at your parents’ house (smut) Morning sex interrupted by your baby (smut) Dancing to Somebody to Love at your wedding Baking with him on a lazy weekend Wedding night (smut) Introducing him to Stranger Things He takes you to a Yankees game Dad!Joe on your daughter’s birthday Stargazing with him Sub!Joe (smut) Dancing to Senorita Watching fireworks with him Keeping you up to watch the cricket world cup Starting the family band Aftercare with Joe Going to Burger King at 1AM Falling asleep watching TV Drunk makeout with Joe HCs Comforting you after losing your cat Wanting you to stay in bed with him Being Joe’s stylist (smut) Convincing you to dance with him Playing Just Dance with him Getting together while on vacation (smut) Feeling like you’re not good enough for him Doing a bunch of DIY around the house Discovering his size kink (smut) Camping adventures Your first time sleeping together (smut) Catching you masturbating (smut) At your wedding reception Rami and Lucy hyping you and Joe up for your first date Falling asleep/waking up next to him HCs (kinda steamy) Distracting you from your yoga (smut) Telling him you want to wait until marriage Embarrassing your kids in front of their friends Going to bed angry HCs Turning him on in public (smut) Saying goodbye before college Drifting apart HCs (angst)

Gwilym Lee Gwilym comforts bartender reader Threesome with Gwilym and Rami (kinda steamy but also not my best work) Gwilym helps reader destress after exams (extremely fluffy) Giving Gwil a strip tease (kinda steamy) Gwil almost makes you watch Child’s Play Gwil helps reader who is afraid of storms (FLUFFY AS SHIT PROBABLY MY FAVORITE) Gwilym and reader fight before a party Gwilym’s best friend has feelings for him Gwilym comes home after a month away Gwil and reader say goodbye to their dog (PAINFUL) Gwil used to make fun of reader in school Fighting for you at a bar Comforting him through loss of a loved one (fluffy) Playing Chrissy in BoRhap Reader attacked while with Gwil at a bar (tw: attempted sexual assault) Meeting Gwil and his friends at the bar Fighting with him before a business trip Getting into an accident and Gwil stays by your side Waking up with Gwilym (fluffy) 9, 29, 43 Baking Introducing you to Brian and Roger Comforting you after a bad breakup Being with an American on 4th of July Surprising him on his birthday Firsts Moving in together Gwil and Playmate!Reader (smut) “Strangers at a bar” (smut) Dressing as schoolgirl for him (smut) Sub!Gwil w/ slight breeding kink (smut) Comforting you about your nose When you get you wisdom teeth out

Rami Malek Rami hooks up with a fan at the bar (smut) Part II of ^ Rami and reader skinny dip in their pool (kinda steamy) Helps reader with writer’s block relax (smut) Reader has a hard time showing emotions Taking care of sick Rami (fluffy) Defending Rami Fighting with Rami Rami winning you over on set (kinda steamy) An unexpected proposal 36 and 29 Seeing you without makeup Sub!Rami headcanons (smut) Proposing to you after sex (brief smut) Rami in drag for BoRhap HCs (smut) Under The Stars Friends to lovers Telling him you’re terminally ill (angsty as fuck) Taking your daughter to her first day of school Rami and deaf!reader cooking for his family

Lucy Boynton Helping her with her wedding Celebrating your anniversary Relieving the sexual tension (smut) Coming out to the cast together Getting drunk and admitting her feelings to you When your daughter is getting bullied

Allen Leech Taking you home to Ireland

Brian May Finding out Brian cheated (ANGSTY) Brian proposing on stage (fluffy) Brian and reader fuck at the drive in (smut) Brian and HS gf lose their virginities (smut) Brian comforts reader after serious accident (very fluffy) Brian and reader with ADHD Reader passes out and goes to hospital Brian and reader’s wedding day Dom!Bri blurb (smut) Road tripping with Brian (kinda steamy) Confessing his feelings under the stars You and Brian’s daughter coming out You and Brian’s daughter marrying her girlfriend 2 and 46 (smut) 50 Brian and plus size reader 40 (smut) 20 and 31 28, 33, 36 Roger’s groupies make fun of Brian’s gf Carrying you to bed b/c of an injury All his pet names for you Being insecure he might be cheating “Rumor has it I make you nervous” Enemies w/ benefits to lovers Becoming smitten with a flutist Defending you from the press

Roger Taylor Flirting with reader after a gig Rog gets jealous when John accidentally sees reader nude Making up after a fight Performing Rocky Horror for him (kinda steamy) Teaching his best friend the drums Dreaming Roger was in an accident 60s Roger 80s Roger and Filipino reader Roger and Latina reader Roger confessing his feelings after a car accident 10, 17, 37 Passing notes “All I Wanted” songfic She’s out of my life (angsty) Fighting with his childhood friend but getting together Being amused by your emotions on your period Public quickie with Roger (smut) 8, 17, 38 Doing his Rogerina makeup

John Deacon Joe!John kissing reader for the first time 20 and 42 27 and 21 Meeting John on SNL Helping you with period pain Talking about you in an interview Waking him up on his birthday

Freddie Mercury 19 He’s your first kiss 27 (fluffy) 46 Comforting you during stress When he isn’t there for you (daughter!reader)

BoRhap Boys Pregnancy fluff Discussing accents Ben interrupts you and Gwil’s wedding Helping you when you’ve been rejected

Queen Helping their protege after she gets pregnant Choosing between Brian and Roger Taking care of you after fracturing your tailbone

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rogertaylors-lipgloss · 6 years ago

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I needed this today.

plus size reader x john????? it's something rarely seen and i needdd it, please..! fluff or smut or whatever, idc

i’ve seen some but only borhap boys, we lack this kind of beautiful content for queen, just remember: i’m starting to write now, i’m not even closer to be as good as the other girls (that i really love and look up to).

you were never that confident with your body, always listening from X or Y that you don’t fit, or your face is so beautiful but you could lose some weight.

in one of freddie’s party, one guy approached you and it was like THAT connection, the guy was John Deacon and you were stucked by that man in the first sight! You two spent the night talking, laughing and really connecting, it was totally surreal the feeling.

at the end of the night the next date was set and so this went on, for months until you two started dating, and to be honest it didn’t took long for you guys live together.

even with all your insecurities about your body he keep saying every single day how much he loved every curve you have, and how everything about you makes you special and the whole woman that he loves, this makes you blush but always feel so warm to know that.

with Queen on the road, sometimes you spent months away from each other but he calls you every single day to tell you what is new, how is he feeling and always remembering you how much he misses your boobs, your face, your ass, how much he misses every single part of you, because you’re the love of his life and he will always love you entirely.

when he got home, he was exhausted but the smile he gave to you could power the whole city, you’re reading in bed and looking at him, you could never feel more home.

the longing that one felt for the other was demonstrated when the bags were thrown anyway on the ground and so did your book, you were craving for each other, that was written all over your body languages.

It was not long before the clothes were on the floor and he was on top of you, giving you kisses, marking your skin everywhere always telling you how much he missed you and your body “next time you’re going with me, how could i let you stay home when everything i wanted to do all this time was this?” and his hands was roaming between your boobs, your waist, your ass and inside your tights (and he loved your tights SOOO much), taking all his time to explore all of you.

at that point you’re dripping and with your breath so irregular wanting him so much and still trying to turn the lights off, “babe, we are together for almost two years” his voice sounded even lower and his mouth was in her neck just teasing and making she feels at least a little of how was he feeling “you don’t need this lights off, never did.” his long fingers went up to the her entrance which was extremely damp with all the teasing, a small moan came out of her throat almost on the edge, she needed to feel him more than anything.

“please john, stop with this, just fuck me” you were almost crying with the need. “not until you say how much you love your body” and he puts the first finger inside you, making you shiver and call out for his name “john… pl-please” and twisting his finger you grab his hair needing more contact, more of him. “you didn’t said what i asked for love, you know the rules” and of course you knew that, he could tease you like this for the whole night.

bucking your hips for a little more friction, between moans you finally says “i… i… - o fuck - dear lord john, i love my body, everything about it, please… fuck!” that’s all you could say throwing your head behind just in time for him to put another finger and curving them, just hit your sweet spot.

it didn’t took long for you to cum in his fingers, moaning (almost screaming) his name, with john praising you and stating with every move how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you.

#fic rec #not my fic #plus size #john deacon x reader

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 5 years ago

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A Night At The Opera- Chapter 5

Fandom: Queen/Borhap

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian May x reader/ John Deacon x reader

TW: threatening, brian is possessive, mention of a noose, mentions of violence, adam being a twat again

Genre: Horror ig?? ( based on phantom Of the opera)

Series: A Night At The Opera

Requests: CLOSED

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A/N: sorry this took me so long, my darlings!! I’ve had no inspiration recently

Everyone was on edge. It had been a month since Brian's last appearance, but that did nothing to ease any tension between the band or the managers. Adam continued with his brattish actions, being favoured only by the two new managers. Probably because they had their heads so far up their arses that they couldn't notice how terrible he truly was. Despite their pushbacks from Adam, Freya, Dr Addams and Mr Goldbrooke, (Y/N) and the boys continued to work on new songs, using the savings earnt from their performances to try and afford an album. Deaky had yet to write anything, while (Y/N) and Freddie had already two songs each. Roger had already written a song, complete with all the backing music, called Modern Times Rock'n'Roll, which, in all honesty, was already sounding like a hit. But Adam, of course, seemed to think all the songs that had been written were absolute garbage, despite all his songs sounding like a 5-year-old had written them. Freya had even attempted to contribute. Even the two managers had to shake their heads, though.

Any time a floorboard creaked or something around the theatre made any sort of noise, the band would tense up and (Y/N) would freeze. Sometimes, it would take minutes to get her to move again. A bulb burst on stage once, and she had an entire breakdown, hyperventilating, knees pulled to her chest. Deaky had never in his life seen her so hysterical. She refused to stay late at night without one of the boys with her. She was paranoid whenever someone turned the lights off without any warning. Or when the lights flickered. Brian made her anxious, even when he was he wasn't around. But he still left those roses in Deaky's dressing room.

November 17th 1972

After nearly two months of intense, stressful work, Queen were finally able to afford an album. Freddie was completely over the moon, however, the recording tended to take over the rehearsal time for the show. Adam insisted that he couldn't drive to and from the studio and the theatre, because he'd been working too hard. Adam, as per usual, was lying to himself, much to the aggravation of everyone around him.

"Come on guys, we need to get back to the theatre unless we want our heads on a platter. Goldbrooke and Addams already hate us at the best of times," (Y/N) pressed the button below the microphone, allowing her to contact the boys in the booth. Freddie and Roger smiled at her, before beginning to pack their stuff away. A scoff escaped Adam's lips but Deaky, oh Deaky was giving her a look of being absolutely lovestruck. His eyes sparkled as his gaze lingered on her, even after she'd turned to chat with the man working in the studio. Deaky's normal rosy smile grew in size when he saw he lean back in a hearty laugh. God, he loved her laugh, even when he couldn't hear it. Adam smacked Deaky in the arm sharply, pulling his attention away from his girlfriend. Freya was sat on the couch behind (Y/N), scowling at her as she quickly skimmed through a cheap magazine in the studio. Adam shot her a wink through the glass that nearly made Roger gag. Freddie rolled his eyes, before walking back through the studio, wrapping an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders, causing her to let out a giggle, especially when Freddie grabbed her arms, pinning them to her side.

"Roger! Come here!" Freddie yelled, ignoring (Y/N)'s fighting and loud, infectious laughter. A mischevious smile appeared on Roger's mouth and he ran over, taking advantage of the situation, and pressing his fingers into her sides. Adam glared at the bunch, his arm placed around Freya's waist.

"Is there a time where you three can act like adults?"Adam hissed, eyeing them as they slowly unwrapped from each other "The only reason she's here is that she's sucking John's dick."

"Oh yeah? And what about your little blonde thing? What does she do around here? I'm still a roadie, even if I'm not a techie anymore," (Y/N) shot back immediately, narrowing her eyes at the pair. Adam let go of his girlfriend, face red with rage and took a few steps closer, only being interrupted when Deaky strode in front of (Y/N).

"Get out the fucking way, Deacon!" Adam snarled, and Roger carefully took hold of (Y/N)'s arm, just in case she tried to lash out, seeing the way she was shaking in anger. Deaky was never one to get mad, but Adam just seemed to get under his skin.

"I'm not moving, Johnson. If you want me to move, you're gonna have to move me yourself, "Deaky replied so calmly, but every word was dripping with venom and bitterness. Adam stared at him a moment longer but shook his head. He turned, grabbed Freya's hand and stormed out the studio, going to wait by the van.

"I don't know where he's going," Freddie produced the keys, dangling them on his finger "Because I'm the one with the keys."

The other let out a collective chuckle, but Deaky didn't even crack a smile, a stern, disapproving frown on his lips. (Y/N) slipped her hand in his and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Babe, are you okay?" She whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. The movement made a shiver run down Deaky's back but he turned his head to look at her.

"Everything's fine, gorgeous. I just wish we could get rid of Adam. I'd much prefer you as our guitarist," (Y/N) giggled shyly at his response and shook her head, tongue between her teeth as she smiled.

"I don't see why Goldbrooke and Addams love him so much. But I'd rather you didn't lose the best performance opportunity that you've got," (Y/N) replied, squeezing her boyfriends hand tightly. Deaky allowed himself to chuckle, finally breaking his sulk "There's that smile that I love so much."

"As soon as we finish here in a few months, the band need to have a serious conversation about the members of the band," Deaky shrugged off her compliment, trying to ignore the burning blush on his cheeks, but she'd seen it. And the enamoured look in his eye. As long as he was by her side, she knew she would always be safe.

December 29th 1972

"Love, there's some post here for you!" (Y/N) walked into the kitchen, where Deaky was attempting to make some lunch, and wrapped her arms around his waist, mindful of the letters in her hand. Her lips grazed his bare shoulder gently and Deaky felt his entire body warm-up at her tender touch. Roger and Freddie were still visiting friends and family when she and Deaky had come back from visiting their own family. Rog and Fred were meant to be out until the 30th, so they finally got to enjoy some, well-deserved, peace and quiet with the loves of their lives.

"Oh really? What is it?" Deaky asked softly, continuing to chop the vegetable in front of him, shooting her a quick love-filled glance over his shoulder. Slowly, (Y/N) unwrapped her arms from his body and pried the envelope open.

"Dear Mr John Deacon, you have been formally invited to a New Years Masquerade at our beloved theatre, on the 31st of December, beginning at 7:30 PM, to celebrate a prosperous year. This invitation admits two people, but two ONLY, and you count as one. A mask and a dress/suit are required for you and your plus one's entry. Wishing you the best, Mr S. Goldbrooke and Dr R. K. Addams," She readout, eyebrows lifting slightly. She normally wasn't one for partying but a masquerade did sound really fun.

"Hmm, I wonder who my plus one will be," Deaky pondered playfully, pausing his chopping to turn around and lean on the counter, a smirk playing on his lips. (Y/N) folded her arms and pretended to look deep in thought.

"I do wonder. Perhaps you can take lovely, old Mrs Wallis next door. She'd love a bit of dancing," She offered, barely holding back her laughter, and Deaky's smile grew. Especially when he caught a look at the ring on a chain around her neck. He'd proposed a few days ago, but for now, it was their little secret. Just so they could enjoy the calm. So they could enjoy each other's company and that alone. Before all the questions about when the wedding would be or where or what kind of dress (Y/N) will wear or what flowers she'll have or who Deaky's best man will be. Before all the drama. It was just theirs. With that blissful thought in his head, Deaky grabbed her arm and tugged her to him, lips instantly pushing against her own. Their shared laughter was muffled but very much there.

"God, I love you," (Y/N) mumbled when they pulled away, pecking his lips quickly, linking their fingers.

"Believe me, I love you so much more," Deaky grinned, bringing her hand to his lips.

December 31st 1972

Glittery dresses and finely pressed suits were clustered together in the main hall of the opera house. Masks that looked much to expensive and an overpowering smell of cologne and perfume lingered in the air.

Knowing fully well, how many people would be there, (Y/N) and Deaky made a point of arriving nearly a full hour later, much to the annoyance of their friends and Deaky's bandmates. But as they made their way through the corridor towards the music, exchanging childish giggles between them, it didn't seem to matter. Their masks were left abandoned in their apartment, too distracted by each other. (Y/N)'s engagement ring still hung around her neck, bouncing as Deaky chased after her, laughter ringing throughout the corridor.

"Oh Deaky, think of it! A secret engagement!" (Y/N) grinned and Deaky smiled back, taking her hand in his own.

"But why must it be a secret? What have we to hide?" The pair had finally reached the party, which was already in full swing, dancers, that had clearly been hired by Addams and Goldbrooke, performing in the centre. A few eyes swivelled to the late arrivals. Deaky went to lean in for a kiss, but (Y/N) began to panic. They were in the opera house now, even if Brian hadn't made an appearance in months, they were in his domain. If anything happened to Deaky because of their affection towards each other, she might just die from guilt. So, with a biting feeling of pain, she pulled back, shaking her head.

"No, Deaks, please don't, they'll see," (Y/N) tilted her head towards the party happening before them but Deaky only laughed quietly.

"Well, then let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime. (Y/N), what are you afraid of?" He asked tenderly, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.

"Let's not argue about this, I promise you'll understand in time," Without another word, she used their entwined hands to pull her fiancee into the crowd, instantly spotting Freddie. Just as suspected, he was wearing the most outrageous outfit she'd ever imagine,d just looking at it made (Y/N)'s wallet cry out. Roger wasn't far behind him, a girl on each arm. He hadn't made much of an effort with his mask, or his suit for that matter. It was surprising Addams and Goldbrooke had even let him in.

"Darling, look at you! You're a stunner if I've ever seen one!" Freddie exclaimed, slightly slurred, wrapping his arms around (Y/N) immediately, causing her to giggle quietly. Over his shoulder, Roger smiled and waved at her. The two girls on his arms began whispering to themselves and glaring at (Y/N) but she only rolled her eyes in response.

"You look so handsome Freddie!" Laughter escaped her lips at how sloshed he already was, while Deaky went to greet Roger. When they separated the hug, Freddie and (Y/N) spotted Adam and Freya atop the staircase with Mr Goldbrooke and Dr Addams, laughing between themselves. Lucille was also stood there, but it looked as if she were only there to be polite. Unless she was here because of Brian... no. She had to stop thinking about him. She wouldn't let him ruin her night. A hush fell over the crowd as everyone turned to look at the dancers, so the group fell silent, respectfully. Deaky found his way beside her, at the front of the group, watching how gracefully the dancers moved. It was delightful to watch and (Y/N) found herself enjoying the performance, more than she thought she initially thought.

However, just as that thought crossed her mind, the music died down, the dancers awkwardly stopped, and confused chatter overcame the room. (Y/N) shot a befuddled look at her friends but they only responded with the same confused expression and a shrug. A gasp of shock suddenly sounded, and everyone's attention became directed to the opening on the right set of stairs. There he was, towering over everyone stood near him, a black mask covering his the upper part of his face and that damned surgical mask covering the bottom part. He was wearing an all-red suit, and there was a full scabbard attached to his belt. Slowly, he began stepping down the stairs, the crowd of people separating as he got closer, fearful looks being exchanged. One woman even fainted into a man's arms, but (Y/N) and Roger was 100% certain that she had faked it. Even Brian rolled his eyes at the dramatics.

"Why so silent, my good people? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, my good people?" Brian's taunting voice sent a shiver down (Y/N)'s spine, and she felt Deaky grab her arm softly. And it only got tighter when Brian turned to the band. Freddie and Roger instantly went into best-friend mode and stood in front of her, protecting her from Brian's unsettling gaze. "I have written you some songs, an album name, perhaps. A Night At The Opera!" Brian pulled out a long sword from his sabbath and Freddie had to take a step back at the aggression in his voice.

But Roger stayed put, narrowing his eyes at the opera ghost. (Y/N) felt her chest getting tighter and tighter and her heart pounding harder, faster as each second passed. The only thing keeping her grounded was the warmth coming from Deaky beside her.

"Fondest greetings to you all. A few instructions just before rehearsals start. Johnson must be taught to play not his normal trick of playing tasteless notes," Brian's sword was pointed soon at Adam, who froze, tightening his grip on Freya. The managers, Adam and Freya had all followed Brian down the staircase earlier, to watch in curiosity. Now, they were regretting that decision. "Miss Alfords must learn to sober up, this isn't healthy in a girl of Freya's age," Brian commented with a bitter voice, making it clear he didn't give a shit about her health. He then spun on his heel and focused on the managers. "And my managers must learn that their place is in an office, not the arts."

Brian sharply shoved his sword back in the scabbard when he heard scuffling behind Roger and Freddie, and pushed the pair aside to reveal the centre of his undivided attention.

(Y/N).

"As for our star, Miss (Y/N) (L/N). No doubt she'll do her best, it's true her playings good- she knows. Though, should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, should pride let her return to me, her teacher. Her teacher," Brian glared at Deaky as he stated the last part and all around him, he could hear murmurs of surprise. (Y/N) eyes were cast down in disgrace, though, truly, she had nothing to be ashamed of. But then she looked up, and when their eyes met, Brian felt his breath hitch and his heart stutter tremendously, suddenly feeling like the teenager he hadn't been for many thousand a year. His eyes scanned her face, and he couldn't bring himself to believe the beauty she beheld. She'd entranced him. And he was more than okay with that.

Despite how much fear he bestowed upon her, (Y/N) couldn't help but allow herself to wrack her eyes down his form. He was gorgeous and for a minute, she felt pity for the pain and heartbreak he'd endured. How alone he must have felt. How he must feel. Her heart ached for him. She could see the softness in his eyes. The man he could be. The man the cruel world wouldn't let him be. She saw the love in him.

But Brian's eyes wandered down to the ring, hung on a silver chain, around her neck. And his expression hardened. His eyes grew cold. Before she could even blink, his hand grasped the chain and ripped it from her neck, a gasp being pulled from her throat at the harsh motion.

"Your chains are still mine! You belong to me!" He snarled, before storming up the stairs, and dropping through a hole that opened up through the ground. (Y/N) couldn't breathe, her eyes wide as saucers, blood pumping through her veins, her pulse throbbing against her skin. However, before the floor could close up again, Deaky ran past her and jumped straight in, soon being exposed to nothing but darkness and the hole slammed shut.

"Deaky!" (Y/N) ran forward, but Freddie and Roger surged forward, wrapping their arms around her and gently tugging her into a bear hug.

A dim light was all that was allowed, and as Deaky's eyes adjusted, he saw the room was made of mirrors. He jumped back in surprise when Brian appeared in the mirror and he spun around swiftly but was only met with more reflections. His arm lunged out in a fist, but he met only air. Just as he went to strike again, hoping to actually make a hit this time, a noose swung down, right before his face, causing him to jump back. A hand came to rest on his shoulder and he whirled around, entirely ready to attack, and came face to face with Lucille, a stern expression on her face. Silently, she took his hand and pulled him out of the room of mirrors, leading him down, seemingly endless, corridors.

"Miss Roberts... Miss Roberts!" Deaky called when she began to storm ahead as they came to the main section of the opera house, that he actually recognised.

"Please, Mr Deacon, I know no more than anyone else," Lucille dismissed quickly, turning into her office and sitting down. Deaky, knowing she had more answers than she was revealing, followed her and sat beside her.

"That's not true," Deaky deadpanned, linking his fingers on his lap.

"Mr Deacon, don't ask, there have been too many accidents," she brushed off, looking in the mirror and pretending to organise her desk.

"Accidents?" Deaky placed his hand on top of hers to get her to stop her fiddling, and she met his eyes in the mirror, before her eyes flickered to a photo on her desk of her as a young girl, with a long plait falling over her shoulder.

"Very well. It was years ago. There were travelling fair in the city- gypsies. I was very young, studying to be a ballerina when the opera house was just that. One of many. I was living in the dormitory in the opera. They called him the devil's son. They abused him, hit him and pained him just for the amusement of those that came to gawk at him. He murdered the man that watched his cell, while I watched, and we ran," Her eyes were saddened and she looked on the verge of tears at the memory "I have hidden him from the world and its cruelty. He has known nothing else of life since then. Except for this opera house. It was his home and now his artistic domain. He's a genius, he's an architect and designer! He's a composer and a magician. A genius, sir!"

"But clearly, Miss Roberts, genius has turned to madness," Deaky pointed, feeling sympathy for the elder woman. And even a little bit of sadness for this opera ghost. The hardships he'd faced. "I must get back to (Y/N)."

Deaky had never felt arms wrapped so tightly around him before, until that very moment, when he rejoined the now empty foyer. (Y/N) came running up to her fiance, a few tears in her eyes.

"I thought he'd killed you! I thought I'd- I'd-I'd never-" Deaky hushed her emotional blubbering and placed a hand on her hair and stroked tenderly, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Breath, sweetheart. I'm okay. I'm alright, I promise," She looked up at him through tear-laced eyelashes. "Nothing's ever going to me, I swear. No phantom or ghost or man will ever come between us."

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rogerina-deacon · 6 years ago

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Can you please do John with a plus size reader that has those amazing moves like he does, but is kinda nervous showing them off because of her being insecure

Yes!!!

So, one of your favorite things to do was just watch John pull out his Disco Deaky moves, bopping around whether it’s on stage or just in the kitchen

And he had seen you bopping around while making pancakes when you had no clue he was even awake

And he just had the sweetest smile as he looked at you for a few seconds

But before you could see that he had seen you, he had gone to go get the mail

By the time he came back to the kitchen, you were setting down the plates along with some syrup, and your dancing had ceased

“What are you doing up already? Thought you’d be sleeping in after the long night at the studio…” You asked, trailing off as you went to pour yourself a glass of water

“Who could sleep when the smell of homemade pancakes is filling the whole house?” He said, placing a kiss to your cheek, a smile growing on your face

You two sat down and ate your breakfast in a comfortable silence, smiling in the domestic bliss until John broke the silence

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you could dance?” He asked, genuinely confused

And you nearly choked on your food at how random and unprompted the question was

“Wh-what? How did you-”

“I saw you dancing when I woke up as you made this lovely meal,” He explained, “why did you never tell me? How long have we been together, Y/N? Two years? And I have not once seen you dance, you looked happy!”

“I looked fat was what I looked like…” You mumbled, shoving another bite into your mouth as an excuse to leave it at that

But John was not about to give up so easily

“What? You think you look fat when you dance? You looked so beautiful, love” He comforted, placing his hand over yours on the table, giving you a reassuring squeeze

“John, you saw the way everything… jiggled, it’s not-”

“You looked gorgeous when ‘everything jiggled’, I didn’t even have to see your face to know you were smiling, dear.” He said, chuckling softly at the end as you grinned slightly

“You really think so?”

“I know so, Y/N… now, what do you say we have a little dance party together while we do the dishes?”

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glitterslag · 5 years ago

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One Of These Nights (Roger Taylor x Reader) | one-shot |

omg I LOVED this request! I’d never even heard that song before but you’re right, it’s perfect for rog! Also can I just say, @ people who send in specific and/or detailed prompts: i McFreakin love you

I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a little bit - i couldn’t imagine Roger disco-ing, so I thought it would be fun to set it at Deaky’s kid’s roller disco birthday party instead.

Word Count: 2k Warnings: language, implied smut, Roger’s dodgy sense of humour A/N: I imagined Ben!Roger for this one but do you girl

LINK TO THE TUNE :)

Also here’s a link to the kind of dancing style I was imagining (without the opera music obviously)

enjoy :)

It’s a Saturday afternoon, and you’ve been called into work last minute to cover a kids birthday party after Sarah phoned in “sick”.

“Interesting.” You smirk into the receiver when your manager calls you to the break the news. “She seemed perfectly fine when she was downing those Sambuca shots in the pub last night -”

“I’ll pay you over-time.” He cuts in.

“Fine.”

You grin and slam the handset down.

It’s just a temporary job - evenings and weekends, until you finish getting your MSc. And it isn’t even bad. You were a bartender during your third year and it had been hell. The hours here are better, the wages higher even without tips. And you don’t get nearly as many lecherous old men.

Anyway, you don’t mind working over-time if it’s for this. A kid’s party - teeny tiny kiddies, like ages 5 and 6. They’re everyone’s favourite kinds of shifts. You burn your throat gulping down your coffee and pull on your roller skates. You’ll be late if you don’t skate there.

You roll in and immediately head to the rink, slinging your bag down onto the reception desk where your manager, shooting you a grateful look as you pass, takes it through to the back for you.

“I’ll sign you in!” He half yells after you, and you wave him off and speed down to the rink to join a harassed looking Louise.

“Oh thank God you’re here.”

She’s got a line of tots jostling at her counter, grabbing for skates in the right size.

“Did you hear what Sarah’s told Tommy?” You wonder as you eye the long line of excited kids snaking up to the kiosk, some chattering in groups, some clinging onto their parents hands.

Louise raises an eyebrow in question.

“Flu.” You smirk.

“Flu?!” She says in disbelief, disappearing under her counter momentarily to tuck a pair of pink sparkly Lelli Kelly’s away underneath.

“Flu my arse! Wouldn’t have believed her if he’d seen - there you go sweetie, size 13 - seen the way she was dancing on those tables last night!”

You chortle with glee.

“That’s what I said!”

*****

You skate out into the middle of the floor and the first thing you notice are a pair of young men hanging over the side of the rink. There are, of course, a few parents supervising, but these two only look a year or two older than you, and it isn’t clear whether they are accompanying a child. Plus, one of them - a blond - looks to be swigging from a can of beer.

You decide to skate over and just make sure.

“Hi there,” You approach the blond with your best polite customer service tone, not wanting to cause any problems.

He looks up at you with a smirk.

“I’m sorry sir but you’ll have to drink that outside,” You explain apologetically.” “This is a children’s function, and we don’t allow alcohol on the premises.”

His gaze is fixed on you, and you shrink a little in it despite being raised up a head taller than him in the ring, bumped up by the height of your wheels. He tips the can into his mouth and slowly finishes it, before crunching it up and putting it into his pocket.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He says. His voice is oddly soft.

You nod, and your gaze switches between him and his friend. He doesn’t look 25.

“Are you here with a child?” You ask, trying to keep your voice neutral.

“Nah.” The blonde cuts in casually and your head snaps back to him once more. “M’just tagging along to check out the hot talent.”

He leers at you and grins, and it’s enough to make your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline. “Excuse m-”

“He’s with me” His friend cuts in loudly before you can shout, clearly exasperated. “I’m John, that’s my wife Veronica.”

He nods toward a wooden spectator bench a little way away and your eyes fall onto a young women, sat handing out cartons of juice to a sea of grabby children, one of whom had on a little paper hat, and a birthday boy badge.

“It’s my son’s sixth birthday party.”

“Sorry,” You say, smiling at John quickly. “You just looked young to have a child.”

He nods and gives you a slightly strained smile.

“Yes, well. We were very young when we had Robert.”

You take that as your cue to leave them to it.

*****

“You not getting your skates on?” You ask as you loop backwards past the man - whose name you’ve learnt is Roger - for the hundredth time that hour.

“Disco’s not really my thing.” He retorts, and you roll your eyes.

You hadn’t imagined that it would be. Even standing there at a kids party, his can of beer now replaced by a carton of Ribena, the man looks the epitome of edge. Cigarette placed behind his ear, poking out from his messy, bleach blonde waves. Red leather jacket and a loud, zebra print shirt, with so many buttons undone it barely covers his naval.

“Oh, come on!” You say with a grin, looking backwards at him over your shoulder as you skate away.

“Stop flirting.” Louise has had to remind you more than once, because you’ve been so distracted laughing at him you’ve nearly tripped over a child.

You just smile bashfully at her and shrug as he calls out after you, “Maybe you can show me later!”

*****

“Lucky bitch.” You sniff as you watch Louise stow her skates away in her locker and grab her things. Sarah’s shift happens to be the close, meaning you’re stuck there until the last customer leaves the complex, and then you’ll have to clean up and lock up.

She just grins at you wickedly as she waves goodbye, and exits the building. The Deacon’s are also heading towards the exit, after having ensured that every child has been collected, and you shoot them a quick smile and a little wave to Robert as his mum drags him away from his party.

John has reluctantly left Roger with you, who has offered to stay and help you “clean up”, in return for you teaching him how to skate.

Big feet, you muse to yourself as you spray his size 11s with the antiseptic, before handing them over. As you watch him struggling to pull the skates on in his tight leather trousers, you can’t help but speculate at what else might be big.

You have to hold his hands at first (big and rough with calluses - you wonder briefly what he does for a living) but by the time you come back with the brush and mop he’s holding his own, wobbling around the ring in a slow but steady circle.

“That’s it!” You praise, and he grins to himself.

You sweep up while he messes around, your skates and Tommy’s long-handled platform broom allowing you to have the place clean in record time. Roger gets in your path a few times and you use the bristles to swat at him playfully. You finish up, and skate over to the decks and put some music on. You’re flicking through the tracks absently, until you come across one that sparks an idea.

You glance around the rink until your eyes land on little plastic chairs they leave out for the parents to sit on. Roger watches you quizzically as you drag one over to the middle of the floor, setting it down and then motioning him to skate over.

“Are you gonna give me a lap dance or something?” He says cheekily as you push him down into the chair, but you only shush him and whiz back over to the disco decks. He waits patiently for you, a little bemused.

You press play on your competition song and skate over to stand in front of him, grinning at the confused expression on his face as you get into your starting position, waiting for the intro to count you in.

One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights We're gonna find out, pretty mama, what turns on your lights

Roger’s face breaks into a wide smirk as you start to dance around his chair, realising what you were doing. You were performing your competition piece for him.

The full moon is calling, the fever is high And the wicked wind whispers and moans You got your demons, you got your desires Well, I got a few of my own

The lyrics make blood rush to your cheeks, aware of his hawk-like gaze upon you at all times. He leans back against the back of the chair, legs spread out wide and his arms coming up to fold across his chest. He bites his lip and grins, and you cast your eyes down to the floor with a smirk of your own, too shy to look him in the eye.

Oh, someone to be kind to in between the dark and the light Oh, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights

Your focus, instead of on Roger, is on the wall behind him, spotting so as not to get dizzy as you execute your turns. You don’t, therefore, notice how tight his leather jeans are becoming, nor what’s straining against them.

One of these dreams, one of these lost and lonely dreams, now We're gonna find one, mm, one that really screams I've been searching for the daughter of the devil himself I've been searching for an angel in white I've been waiting for a woman who's a little of both And I can feel her but she's nowhere in sight

You’ve turned to perform the section where you have your back to the audience, and the music is so loud you don’t even realise he’s skated right up behind you until you feel him bumping into your back.

Oh, loneliness will blind you in between the wrong and the right Oh, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights

You jump and let out a little gasp, and his hands shoot out to grasp onto your hips to steady himself. The two of you jostle back and forward slightly on your wheels. You stop dancing.

Coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you Get you, baby, one of these nights One of these nights I can feel it, I can feel it

You feel something pressing into the small of your back, and Roger’s need becomes apparent. You place your hands on top of his, tight on your hips. His lips come down to ghost over your bare shoulder.

“Y’know, my cars parked round the back.” He whispers into your ear. You feel the tickle of his breath on your neck, and swallow.

“I’ll lock up.”

*****

You step out into the night. He’s sat in the driver’s seat, warming the car up. Rubbing his hands together in the cold and blowing into them. You grin and get in.

“Cor, it’s freezing in here!” You giggle, and you’re barely sat down in the passenger’s seat before he’s making a grab for you.

“C’mere.” He says, pulling you forcefully across the gear stick and into his lap, and it’s half-muffled by an eager kiss before it’s even out of his mouth.

*****

“Well.” You say a little awkwardly as you plop back down in the passenger seat, hastily pulling your clothes back on. “You should probably take me home.”

You’re still panting. That had been quite something.

He’s bare-chested, using his top to clean all the fog you’d made off his windscreen.

“Come for a drink first?” He says easily, and you fight a smile.

“It’s kiinda the wrong way around, but… okay.”

He grins victoriously and starts the car, smiling to himself as he puts it in reverse and backs out of the parking space, arm thrown over the back of the passenger seat. You can’t help but grin back, excitement bubbling up in your tummy.

He turns on the radio as he gets onto the main road, just as some cheesy disco song is finishing. Roger’s fingers, still resting behind your head, tap out the rhythm absentmindedly. He looks sexy, driving with one hand like that.

The presenter chatters away at a frequency you can’t quite hear, so you miss him introducing the next song. Roger doesn’t, though.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye with a shit-eating smile on his face, waiting for the light to go on in your head. He watches the look of familiarity wash over your face as the symbols kick in.

You whip your head around to look at him just in time.

“One of these nights -”

Roger’s bent double over the steering wheel in peals of laughter almost the entire way to the bar.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 5 years ago

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RPF Masterlist

Queen/BoRhap Boys

The Origins of Rogerina [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader Word Count: 4,563 [3 Parts] Rating: Mature

I’m In Love With My Car [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader Word Count: 1700 Rating: Teen

Inspirations [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Original Character Word Count: 1563 Rating: Explicit

Frosty Love [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader Word Count: 1442 Rating: Teen

Dear Diamond [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor/Brian May/Reader Word Count: 893 Rating: Teen

Mr Rockstar [x] Pairing: Brian May x Reader Word Count: 2349 Rating: Teen

Fat Bottomed Girls [x] Pairing: Brian May x Plus Size! Reader Word Count: 2665 Rating: Explicit

We Are A Family [x] Pairing: John Deacon x Reader Word Count: 5000 [4 Parts] Rating: Teen

Early Christmas Present [x] Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader Word Count: 1289 Rating: Gen

Tell Me You’re Pretty [x] Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader Word Count: 630 Rating: Gen

Due Date [x] Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader Word Count: 1968 Rating: Teen

Actors

Rave Review [x] Pairing: Richard Madden x Original Character Word Count: 2046 Rating: Explicit

New Man [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Teen

Galway Girl [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Explicit

Instagram Famous [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Gen

Getting You Home [x] Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Word Count: 3400 Rating: Explicit

Warm Welcome [x] Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Word Count: 1300 Rating: Gen

Double Jeopardy [x] Pairing: Bradley Cooper x Reader Word Count: 1550 Rating: Explicit

Amnesia [x] Pairing: Colin Jost x Scarlett Johansson Word Count: 800 Rating: Teen

Oh Baby [x] Pairing: Zendaya x Reader Word Count: 668 Rating: Teen

Not Just a Storyline [x] Pairing: Alycia Debham-Carey x Reader Word Count: 650 Rating: Gen

Chris Evans

You’re The One [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 3200 Rating: Mature

Lessons In Love [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Character Word Count: 41,500 [30 Parts] Rating: Mature

Conflicted [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 24,000 [12 Parts] Rating: Explicit

Just A Fling, Yeah? [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 20,000+ [11 Parts] Rating: Explicit

More Than Just a Fling [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1945 Rating: Teen

The Cutest Customer [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Gen Word Count: 2062

I’ve Missed You [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 2242 Rating: Explicit

A Tipsy Nurse and Her Patient [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1000

Fine Dining [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2500

Never Have I Ever [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 861

Happier [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1200

Age Is Just A Number [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 3095

Oh Daddy [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 400 Rating: Gen

I’ve Missed You [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 2250 Rating: Explicit

A Wake-Up Call [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 925

Only If You Want Me To [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 3352

Sebastian Stan

I Got the Boy [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 643

Such a Cute Couple [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 2005

Are You Flirting With Me? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1214

Any Fool Can Make a Baby? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: 513 Word Count: Teen and Up

Is That the Only Reason? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Greek Reader Rating: Gen Word Count: 1782

Jesse Williams

Let’s Play A Game [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 640 Rating: Teen

Baby Brain [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 900 Rating: Teen

A Gentleman Never Tells [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Teen

Spill Your Guts [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 950 Rating: Teen

Marry Me? [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 400 Rating: Teen

Nervous Babe? [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

Newsworthy [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1100 Rating: Teen

Teeny Tiny Crush [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Gen

Royals

Breakfast Then Bed [x] Pairing: Prince Harry x Reader Word Count: 800 Rating: Gen

#My writing #masterlists #masterlist #rpf #Jesse Williams #queen #roger taylor #brian may #chris evans #sebastian stan #zendaya #colin jost #tom holland #tom hiddleston #john deacon

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years ago

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Queen Masterlist

Queen Cuddles Headcanons

Queen Proposal Headcanons

Brian May Hair Imagine

Queen x Reader Birthday Headcanons

Brian May Valentine Day Imagine

Old Roger Taylor x Reader Fluff Headcanons

Brian May x Reader Imagine

Roger Taylor x Plus Size Reader Imagine

Freddie Mercury x Insecure! Reader Imagine

Ben Hardy x Stressed!Reader Movie Night Headcanons

Old Roger Taylor x Reader Set Imagine

Roger Taylor x Reader Bad Day Imagine

John Deacon x male!Reader Proposal Imagine

Rami Malek x Reader Comfort Headcanons

Roger Taylor x Reader Angst Headcanons

Rami Malek x Reader Turbulence Comfort Headcanons

The Invisible Man Origin Headcanons

Freddie Mercury x Period Pain!Reader Fluff Headcanons

Joe Mazzello x Stressed!Reader Fluff Headcanons

Sleepy Roger Taylor Headcanon Fluff

Hide and Seek with Freddie Mercury Headcanons

Brian May x Short!Reader Headcanons

Freddie Mercury x Injured!Reader Headcanons

Joe Mazzello x Actor!Reader (for @barnesbabes my darling)

Roger Taylor x Cheating!Reader Angst Imagine

Brian May Late Night Fluff Imagine

Roger Taylor Period Fluff Imagine

Queen Bouncy Castle Birthday Imagine

Joe Mazzello x Reader Wedding Imagine Part 1

Jealous Roger Taylor Fluff

Joe Mazzello x Stressed Male Reader Fluff

Freddie Mercury x Reader Tickle Fight

Queen x Reader Dance Party

Roger Taylor x Student!Reader Drum Lesson Fluff

Freddie Mercury x Male!Reader Camping Fluff Imagine

Soup and Cuddles/ Rami Malek x Reader

Baby Fever/ Rami Malek x Reader

Roger Taylor ‘39 Tambourine Fluff

Gwilym Lee Proposal Fluff

Coma/ Roger Taylor Angst

I’m In Love.../ Roger Taylor Kitchen Dancing Imagine

Tim Murphy x Reader

Freddie Mercury Hungover Imagine

Dad!Gwilym Lee Fluff

Late Night/ Rami Malek x Reader

Old!Roger Taylor Borhap Set Fluff

Love you 3000/ Joe Mazzello Proposal Fluff

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy / Freddie Mercury x Male!Reader Swimming Fluff

Man’s Best Friend / Joe Mazzello Fluff

Blackbird / John Deacon Fluff

Fun After All / Brian May Fluff

Clear The Air / John Deacon Imagine

Home Sweet Home / Freddie Mercury Fluff

Forgetful / Brian May Fluff

You’re My Best Friend / John Deacon x Male!Reader Fluff

Sleepy Kisses / Freddie Mercury Fluff

Fat Bottomed Girl / Brian May Fluff

My Shield / Brian May x Curvy!Reader Angst and Fluff

Admiration and Respect / Rami Malek Wedding Imagine

How They Ask You On A Date / Queen Headcanons

Perfect The Way You Are / Borhap Bisexual Pride Imagine

Wet Kisses / Brian May Fluff

Chocolate Sundae / Roger Taylor Fluff

Brightest Star / Brian May Stargazing Date

Birthday Surprise / Queen + David Bowie + Elton John (for my dear @crzy-lilthing)

Beautiful / Brian May x Sad Curvy!Reader Comfort Fluff

Confident And Bold / Platonic!Freddie Mercury Fluff

Don’t Take Them Away From Me / Brian May x Injured!Reader Angst

Sorry He Lost You / Roger Taylor Angst

Make The World Go Round / Body Positive Queen Headcanons

Mermaid / Brian May Headcanons

Love of my Life / Freddie Mercury x Male!Reader

Memories / Older!Roger Taylor x Reader Fluff

Chronic Illness / Roger Taylor Imagine

Moonlight Dance / Ben Hardy Fluff

Surprise Visit / Freddie Mercury Fluff

Heart to Heart / Freddie Mercury

Live Aid Freddie Mercury Imagine

Starlight / Freddie Mercury x Male Reader Fluff

Can’t You See? / Positive Queen Imagine

Tall is Sexy / Brian May Fluff

Special Tie / Freddie Mercury Fluff

Milkshake Mayhem / Roger Taylor Fluff

Creep / Roger Taylor Drabble

Deacy’s Crush / May!Reader Headcanons

Movie Night / Queen Fluff

Autumn / Freddie Mercury x Male!Reader

Exquisite Taste / Freddie Mercury Fluff

Queen and Bowie

Queen x Reader x Bowie Music video Headcanons

Freddie Mercury x Reader x Jealous!Bowie Headcanons

John Deacon x Reader x Protective Brother!Bowie Imagine

Bowie x Injured!Reader x Mercury

Instant Star/ Platonic!Freddie x Reader x Bowie

Be Loved In Return

Such A Tease / Freddie Mercury x Reader x Platonic!Bowie Fluff

Best Friend / Queen Imagine

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gotboredwrote · 5 years ago

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Mini-Us // JFM

Pairing: Joseph Mazzello x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.3K Style: One-Shot Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff, swearing Summary: Y/N and Joe are ready for the “Bohemian Rhapsody” premiere in every way but one – Y/N has no idea what to wear to such an important event in Joe’s life, and Joe has no idea until the morning of. Thankfully, John and Veronica (Tetzlaff) Deacon are there to rescue the situation. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: In case this isn’t obvious, these stories are completely fiction, so please, PLEASE take it with a grain of salt that I am saying Deaky was involved with the “Bohemian Rhapsody” shoot. For the sake of this little blurb, I would like to imagine our dude and his wife-dude were involved, at least at the premiere. It should also go without saying that we as Queen/Deaky fans completely respect his choice to stay in retirement and remain a legend. Also, me posting two days in a row is not going to become normal so haha sorry enjoy anyway!

Masterlist

All the nerves buzzing around the room were infectious and electric – everyone’s adrenaline was sky-high knowing that the world would soon be able to appreciate all the hard work the boys, the producers, the crew, and Queen themselves put in to make this project a reality. The amount of detail and fist-pump-worthy music that was crammed into the two-hour film was enough to keep even a child with the world-record for the shortest attention span focused and entertained. It was a crowning-achievement for all involved, and no one could change their minds on that, including critics. Everyone had gathered in the lobby of the hotel the morning of the premiere to have the events of the day spelled out to them, that way things went as smoothly as possible. Everyone was with their plus-one’s, talking excitedly about the night’s events. Small talk being made here and there by crew and cast members who did not really know each other well, but enthusiastic nonetheless. At one point, Lucy made her way over to you and started excitedly babbling about her gown for the evening, and you smiled and complemented her choices whenever she took a breather and you had a moment to respond. Once she finished talking, she asked you to do what she just did – and all you could respond with was an averted gaze and flushed cheeks. At first, Lucy initially took that to mean that you were wearing something scandalous and that would make Joe react the same way you just did, with a little less aversion and a little bit more gawking. However, the polar opposite was true. When you spoke your truth, she entered full on crisis-mode, which made everyone spin around to listen in to your conversation.

“What do you mean, you FORGOT?” She was not screaming at you because she was mad at you, she just genuinely could not comprehend the fact that you forgot an outfit to wear to the premiere.

“H-honestly, I really don’t know. I was packing stuff for myself and Joey and I even had a list, but I guess that never made it on the list. This is so unlike me! I mean, I even picked out a special pantsuit with dinosaurs all over it for the Jurassic World premiere, and Joey wasn’t even in that! Ugh, you can’t even understand how frustrated I am with myself right now!”

It was at this point that the whole aggregation of people who were in the lobby, including those that had nothing to do with the premiere, turned to look at the two jabbering ladies. The main cast and crew noticed there was some tension in the way words were said and the way bodies were standing, so they made their way over. Joe, breaking the silence from the peanut gallery, said “Everything alright, girls?”

“Yeah, Joey, we’re just-”

“NO! Things are NOT fine, Y/N, don’t lie to him!”

At this point everyone was looking at you guys like you were speaking a foreign language because you both were exclaiming something is wrong, but would not elaborate on what said thing was. Eventually the glare Lucy kept giving you, along with purely concerned faces from Joe, Rami, Ben, Gwil, Allen, Brian, Roger, John, and their wives, forced you to break your silence and explain just what was going on. “Well, you see, in-in my haste to get here in time for the premiere with everything Joe and I needed for the weekend, it somehow slipped my mind to pack a gown, or any kind of professional outfit for that matter, for-for the premiere tonight. I did bring some stilettos, but unless leggings and a cropped tee shirt are acceptable, I’m kind of shit out of luck. Y-yeah…” To your surprise, Lucy was the only one who was not calm. The boys of the cast and the band seemed pretty neutral about the whole thing, and the plus-one’s among the bunch did not seem to take any real interest in your problem at all. The only one who actually seemed to want to help you in some way was Veronica Deacon, the wife of the man Joey portrayed. She listened carefully to your explanation, sauntered over to John, and asked him a question with some seriously convincing puppy-dog eyes. John’s reaction was simply a smile that brought out the crinkles by the corners of his eyes, which preceded a small squeal from Veronica who then made her way over to you. At this point you were sitting with Joe, Lucy leaving a few minutes prior to latch onto Rami’s arm, on one of the lobby couches going over the options you had about squeezing in a shopping trip in between the other stuff you needed to get done today. You both her the clicking of her small, dark green heels, and looked up.

“Hi, darling. I couldn’t help but overhear what you were talking, er, rather enthusiastically discussing with Lucy. Have you figured out a solution yet?”

You sigh, eliciting an upper-arm rub from Joe. “No, I haven’t, and honestly I don’t know how I’m gonna fix this. I’m not a forgetful person, if anything, I over-prepare for everything. And I am not missing this premiere.”

“And you aren’t going to miss it, dear. I just spoke with my John and I think I have a solution for you. And I promise, I will not be offended if you decline.”

“I truly have no reason to decline, Mrs. Deacon, not after everything you and John have done for Joey and myself these past months. Whatever you want to suggest, I am all ears.”

“Alright, but there is one condition – Joseph; I would need you to stay here and be okay with letting Y/N ride with me to the premiere, and I’ll send John with you.”

Joe simply looked at you adoringly, yet with a tinge of melancholy, gave you a small peck on the lips and said “She’s all yours as long as I get to walk the red carpet with my best gal.”

The beginning of the day went off without a hitch on everyone’s end. Each pair or group of people ran their errands, stopped for bites to eat, and made their way back to the hotel around 2:30pm to get ready for the premiere. Veronica was sat patiently in the lobby, chatting with John about various things, such as their children and something to do with money, and waited to see you and Joe pop back through the front doors of the hotel. Within seconds of your figures gracing through the doorway, Veronica grabbed John and explained the circumstances of what was about to happen, and then quickly ushered you back up to their room, John and Joe falling behind but eventually catching up with you. Once in front of the Deacon’s door, Veronica ran inside, grabbed everything John needed, and practically threw it out in the hallway. Joe’s face was the definition of deer-in-the-headlights, which got even worse when John simply started walking away asking Joe to take him to yours and Joe’s room. Veronica ushered you inside her room before you could ask any questions, dragged you over to the large bed her and John were sharing, pushed you to sit down and grabbed your wrists excitedly.

“So! My plan!”

“Honestly, Mrs. Deacon, you were starting to scare me a little bit. I think Joe is also pretty mortified right now,” ending your sentence with a lighthearted laugh.

“I sincerely hope you know that wasn’t or isn’t my intention, sweetheart. I just got so excited when John agreed to my idea for you that it kept bubbling up like a fizzy drink! Oh, also sweetie, please call me Ronnie. There is no need for formalities at this point.”

You continued to sit in front of Veronica, genuinely confused as to what was currently going on, but enjoying every second spent with her. You could see why John considered her his best friend.

“Since you’ve been on set quite a bit, I am sure you were aware that anything the boys had that fit the ones portraying them were loaned over for the duration of the film, so at least some of the costumes were accurate, right?” You nodded, but not following where she was going with this train of thought.

“Well, when the writers addressed that bit to them, they also turned to the wives and said that there would be a couple girls for two or three scenes that would be portraying us! Imagine that! So, they asked us if we could do the same! You know, bring some of the clothes we wore back in the late seventies, early eighties to see if they would fit those girls!”

You continued to nod, starting to get an inkling of an idea of where she was headed with her words.

“I actually still have those clothes with me! I didn’t keep a lot of them, my body changing after having six kids, as you can imagine. Which I am not complaining about! My children are my greatest accomplishment! But it’s common knowledge that the body changes with age and extreme conditions, and I would say bearing children is one of said conditions, wouldn’t you agree? Any who, I am going on a severe tangent, dear. My point is that you are a similar size to what I was back in those days, and I cannot help but wonder if something that I have would be worthy of trying on! I know that some of the patterns are a bit, how would you say, dated? But I have a couple things that are solid that just might do the trick. Would you like to see for yourself?

By the time she was finished explaining her idea, there were tears of gratitude spilling out of your eyes that you simply could not control. Now it was Veronica’s turn to be scared of you because she genuinely thought she said something that made you this upset. All you could do before words would form was grab her hands and hold them to your chest so she could feel the rapid beating of your heart. Eventually, the words you wanted to say braved the world, and you were able to choke out a thank you.

“I ser-seriously don’t think you *hic* understand h-how much this means to me, Mrs.- Mrs. Deacon. Ronnie. Wh-whatever. I was already eternally in your debt f-for everything else, but now it’s e-eternity plus one.”

The laugh of relief that escaped her throat at your words was enough to make you laugh just as hard, and at that point the plan had gone into full effect. Her room became a walk-in closet itself, and all that was left to do was find something that fit, text John to bring your heels up so Joe would not see you in advance. You glanced down at your hands, which had been trembling slightly ever since Veronica let them go, and immediately calmed down at the sight of your perfect-for-you engagement ring. This plan of Veronica’s was actually really good preparation for the wedding that would be in one year’s time.

It was 4:30, and it was time for everyone to get in their respective cars to head over to the premiere. Joe and John were forced to head out before Y/N and Veronica so they would not see you in advance of stepping onto the carpet, which worked smoothly. Eventually the cars all made their way to the venue, and everyone had made it to the premiere except for you, Veronica, Lucy, and Rami. John noticed your car pull up in front of the start of the carpet and tugged Joe’s sleeve to get his attention focused on the most important thing. The car came to a gentle stop, the driver hopped out, came around, and opened your door. Joe held his breath because he had no idea what was happening, and he was honestly slightly worried that something was wrong. But all that worry went away when he saw you stiletto-clad foot plant onto the carpet, a stark black against a bright red carpet. He was able to take in each element of your presence slowly and meticulously as you stepped out of the car, seemingly in slow motion. First, he noticed your shoes, which he had seen before, but for some reason looked different with all the anticipation. They were three-inch stilettos that had crisscrossed laces from the start of your toes, up the top of your foot, coming to a stop as a thicker band at the start of your ankle. The bottom of the shoe was no more than half an inch thick, which made him wonder just how the hell you walked in those without falling flat on your face. Then he noticed the finite amount of jewelry you were wearing. Nothing overly fancy, just the emerald-leaf promise ring on your right-ring finger, your engagement ring on your left-ring finger, and the gold-diamond tennis bracelet that hung semi-loosely on your left wrist he had bought you for your anniversary gift to go with the engagement. No other jewelry, and he could not help but think that it was just the right amount for you, considering you did not consider yourself a flashy person. Before he looked at your dress, his eyes made their way to your head, where he noticed your signature lack of makeup – again, not a flashy person, and your hairdo. A simple far-reaching side part, with the lesser volume side tucked behind your ear, and the more voluminous side bouncing gently with each step you took, your natural Y/H/C shining in the afternoon sun. Finally, he looked at the dress you were wearing, finally realizing what Veronica’s plan was all along. By today’s standards, the dress was not “in,” but boy, did you make it work. It was a full-length, thin, flowy light-blue denim dress that stopped right at the top of your feet, which he had to admit he had never seen before. There were no slits on either side, which was different from the normal gowns you wore to events. The dress hugged your curves just to the point where you could tell where Veronica was smaller than you, but not by much. Hip accentuated somewhat, but nothing provocative, the same happening at your waist, and the top laying just right on you. The dress was completely off the shoulder, top of the dress coming all the way down to the halfway point of your upper arms, hugging you just enough to stay in place but not be squeezing your arm enough to leave pesky lines. The simple denim was accentuated by a snow-white border of lace across the top all the way around, with the same pattern around the entire bottom of the skirt, as well as complimenting the ends of the flowy sleeves that went right past your elbows. It was… simply stunning. Gracefully you made you way over to Joe, who had not said anything to anyone since your car arrived, including you. You knew it should not have made you concerned, but it did. Especially considering you were now on your own, as Veronica had sauntered to John, peppering him with kisses after not having seen him all day and asking him if she did a good job. He seemed to think so, as he was staring at you both with a look that Veronica could not pin point. Once you were planted in front of Joe, nervously awaiting his response, you started to panic, thinking he thought you looked terrible. In an effort to get him to say SOMETHING, you spun around on your heels, prompting the skirt of Veronica’s dress to spin lightly in their air, revealing your bare legs underneath. After Joe had still not said a word and was still gawking at you, you finally broke your silence with a question.

“Are you not happy with how I look? I actually thought this dress was beautiful and was so excited that it fit and matched the heels. I’m really sorry you don’t like it, Joey. I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“…are you actually being serious with what you just said?”

“I mean, you aren’t saying anything, so I thought maybe you-you hated this…”

“Y/N, I truly do not think I have ever seen you wear a dress that matched you as well as it does and looked as miraculously stunning as it does. I mean, you always look good in everything that you wear, and you know that I prefer you when you’re as comfortable as you want to be. But, like, I-I’m honestly stunned. You look absolutely ravishing, babe, I- wow. I feel like I’m drooling, am I drooling?”

Joe always knew how to make you a giggling mess, but you appreciated his comments nonetheless. You gave him a swift and passionate kiss that ended with you both grinning ear to ear on each other’s lips. You then wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, and his around yours, his head resting on yours, peppering kisses to your hair while you turned and mouthed a “thank you, Ronnie” in hers and John’s general direction. They both simply smiled and you could not help but notice that Veronica has some of the same eye crinkles that John has, and it made your heart flutter. Joe eventually pulled you away to hold your hand and escort you over to the carpet where the rest of the main cast was about to make their grand entrance, and Joe did not want you to leave his side the whole walk. The members of Queen and their wives followed suit behind them. Throughout the walk on the carpet, you kept your mind occupied with thoughts about Veronica and John’s relationship. It fascinated you. Despite everything they went through in their personal lives dealing with the grandiosity of Queen, they still managed to have a simple, loving, domestic life that was still as passionate, full of care, and days where they still seem to be wearing honeymoon-tinted glasses. Their relationship started in a slightly similar manner, wherein John was in the middle of the start of a long-fledged career that was going to bring temptations. But no matter what, he remained faithful to his best friend. You glanced down at the ring on your left hand again, then looking at Joe with doe-eyes, who, despite being preoccupied with about one hundred cameras pointed his way, still managed to glance your way. He gave you a sweet smile that basically confirmed the question that was swimming around your mind in the back of the Deacon thoughts: will Joe and I be like them? And with that simple look, you knew that the answer was a solid yes. Meanwhile, a little further behind you and the cast, Veronica and John were actually having a conversation similar to what was going on in your head.

“Ronnie, honey. I can’t help but notice something about Joe and his fiancé.”

“What’s that deary?”

“With Y/N wearing your dress, and Joe in that particular suit, I can’t help but realize that they are ironically similar to us, both in their actual personalities and their looks. Like from back in the day. I have to make it a point to ask Joe that I would be honored if their first dance as a married couple was to ‘You’re My Best Friend.’ They embody that song more than any couple I have ever met, and I mean, it just seems appropriate, y’know?”

“I couldn’t agree more, Johnny.”

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