#johnica week

[eileen-crys]

Happy 49th wedding anniversary to John and Veronica Deacon! 🥰✨️👑💕

No smooches or sugary things this year (yet! 👀) but this time I wanted to finally grab the occasion to redraw this wedding meme that @anne-white-star sent me a long time ago, as the Johnica wedding! I'm sure you know the silly anecdote of Freddie bursting in the church with a feather boa, holding Mary and Kash at his arms 😅 so here we are, with Roger, Brian and Freddie taking a goofy picture with the newlyweds John and Veronica 🥰

I know, this is nothing crazy and I still prefer my previous arts for their wedding anniversary, but I still hope you'll enjoy this and stay tuned for a new artwork soon 💕

👉🏻 And don't forget to check out @johnica-weeks and the new fandom event! 👈🏻

Please don't repost without credits! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated 💜 This art is protected by Glaze.

[johnica-weeks]

The Johnica Week 2025's collection has already been blessed by two fics on day 1! Be sure to check them out and give support to their authors with kudos, comments and by sharing them! 🥰

The Invisible Man

By I_should_be_working_but_im_not

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/JohnicaWeek2025/works/62265567

Money Doesn't Buy You Happiness

By QueenFandango / @melinamercury6538

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/JohnicaWeek2025/works/62251767

Johnica Week 2025 Prompts&Rules

[blossom-melina-burnickel]

My entry into Johnica Week 2024, “You’re My Only One”, is here! I originally wanted to publish this on January 18 for the anniversary, but alas, I couldn’t get it done in time. 😕 So I decided to publish it on Veronica’s birthday instead! 🥰☺️

This is a oneshot fic based on the prompts “Purple”, “Surprise Gifts!”, “Handmade By the Other”, and "Oh my, this must have been expensive!"/“Nothing is expensive enough for you, my love."

18th January 1976: Veronica and John are celebrating their first wedding anniversary at home with their six-month-old son Robert, where Veronica has a big gift prepared for John, but John has an even bigger gift in store for her.

To read, click the link in this post or search for “Blossom_Melina” or the “JohnicaWeek2024” tag on Archive Of Our Own (A03)! 

⚠️Disclaimer: Although inspired by real events, the story shared in this post is a work of fiction and nothing in it should be taken as gospel. Any real people, places, and events are used fictitiously, and any fictional characters, places, or events are figments of my imagination. I mean no disrespect to any real people used fictitiously; this was written out of love for my favorite band and one of my favorite pairings connected to said band. 

Photo credits for cover (clockwise from left): Vintage Greeting Card (Publisher Unknown), Zonda on VectorStock, Joadl on Wikipedia. Layout by me.

[johnica-weeks]

This is GORGEOUS! 🥺 Thank you so much for the contribution! 🥰💕💕💕

You and I

John and Veronica for Johncia Week! @johnica-weeks

They're like something cosmic, like two stars meeting

TELEGRAM/ТЕЛЕГРАММ КАНАЛ

[queen-fandom-calendar]

Queen Fandom Events 2025

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

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

* * *

JAN - 16th-19th: Johnica Week (AO3 Collection)

FEB

MAR - 17th-21st: Queen Fantasy Week (AO3 collection)

APR

MAY

JUN

JUL - 20th-25th: Maylor Week

AUG

SEPT

OCT

NOV

DEC

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

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

2024 events

[carrrothead-vol2]

In which Brian is Hades and Anita Persephone.

This is inspired by the webtoon “Lore Olympus”. I just adore the author’s style!

I imagined older Brian, because part of the plotline is Hades feeling he’s far too old for Persephone. Plus, I could dress him into his fabulous Disney princess coat from the Jubilee performance. Also, Anita as a goddess of spring bringing some light and joy to the lonely god of underworld felt just so fitting!

Thanks @johnica-weeks​ for hosting!

Oil pastel on coloured paper. Those pastels are almost 20 years old! Never properly learned to use them and they’ve been just sitting in the drawer. (That coloured paper is most likely even older, perhaps from the late 80s. I’m like Brian, I never throw anything away)

I’m thinking of reimagining other Queen members as “Lore Olympus” characters, but I haven’t yet figured out who would be who. If you have any suggestions, hit me up!

[queen-hospitality]

Hi dear I hope I'm not bothering you but I was scrolling again through your fics and was wondering if you're up to continue Two Worlds or (specially) August 9th 1973, I really miss you writing Johnica and those fics really had me hooked 🤧 I hope you're doing well! Miss you in general tbh ahah

Hello there, thank you so much for this ask! it's very sweet (and encouraging) that you're letting me know you're interested in my writing and seeing more of what I've started.

If I'm being very honest I can't see me continuing Two Worlds any time soon – perhaps maybe possibly in blurb/note form? or a series of summaries? Basically I have the idea of it in my head as being more like something scripted (almost as though timed to fit the songs?) so that's a super fiddly thing to get right with the pacing -- plus I find narrative prose so unwieldy to grapple with anyway that it feels like it would be a bit of a battle to complete. (My old writing tutor once said that some types of writing come intuitively to him whilst others feel more "costly" -- well, as it stands this project would be almost peak costliness for me and rn I just don't have it in me chief 😬😆😭)

Now Aug 73 on the other hand -- you're in luck there, because I'm much more likely to continue this. I even have a significant portion of it written! I still have the problem of dealing with narrative prose and its unwieldiness because there's lots of physical actions I want to describe (wahey) but I do think it will happen. I'll have another look at it soon :))) I am also so determined to write a surreal and smutty dream fic that's been kicking around in my brain for well over a year now -- and I'd like to add it to the johnica week collection when I eventually produce it -- but I'll manage expectations for now and say that's a future project.

Thank you again for the message, I do miss interacting on here. I lurk sometimes, but increasingly I have a bit of a mental block towards the idea of cheerful posting because of some unhappy things going on in my irl life. It's hard to get past that mental block -- and I often can't -- so then interaction gets more difficult. Perhaps I'll try to get back to queuing posts, I think that might help ❤️

[eileen-crys]

ME AFTER READING:

I'll Be Seeing You - Johnica Week 2024

Summary: John's touring somewhere in the US. He doesn't exactly care where he is - his mind's on other things.

Notes: Thank you so much for reading! Thank you, as always, to @eileen-crys for hosting!

Read here!

[finland-shoes]

Summary: It is the 26 of January and a John's friend invited him to the disco. He isn't happy as he should be but... he doesn't know that thus day is a day that is going to change his life!

Hi everyone💕

First

HAPPY 47th ANNIVERSARY TO JOHN AND VERONICA

This is the little fic that I wrote for the @eileen-crys 's event (Johnica week 2022)

Tell me If you liked it and have a good day💕

[meddows-taylor]

It’s the last day of Johnica Week and I loved the idea, I wish I could have contributed more, but here’s my take on their Modern Au, feat. a lot of text messages when they’d be away and supportive couple goals when Ronnie could join John on tour.

@eileen-crys

[warriorteam1924]

Let me take your hand, let me be your guide

John Deacon x Veronica Tetzlaff (& kids)

Author note : Hi my beauties. Back again for another ship week. This time this is for Johnica Week, hosted by the sweet Rachel aka @eileen-crys​. I had had this one in mind for quite a long time and it came right this afternoon while I’m watching after my baby Brook, who is sick. Anyways no one care so let’s carry on lol. This writing hopefully fits the prompt ‘touring together’ for day one. I hope you enjoy. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language.

Summary : Well I will try no to spoil but the prompt is ‘touring together’ lol Also, note this is a fanfiction. So for the purposes of the story, the Magic Tour is ending with two concerts in Wembley. (I know this is not what happened, but this is a fiction right? lol) 

Word Count: 3,643 Words

Warnings: nothing I can think of. Mentions of alcohol and maybe a lil tiny cursing.... nothing too bad. 

Permanent taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies​​, @thosequeenboys​

London, England, 1986

 Veronica Deacon was in her kitchen, making sure everything would be ready for diner. Her three eldest kids were still at school, while Joshua was with her at home, quietly taking his daily nap. Strangely for Great Britain, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and it was giving the whole house a little warmth she really appreciated.

 John was currently touring in Europe for Queen latest album, a Kind of Magic. The Magic Tour, as the band had decided to call it, was a huge success. Sweden, Netherlands, France, Belgium, Germany, all the dates had been sold out for months. She missed her husband dearly but Europe was not this far away from home. Sooner than usual, he would be back. She looked at the clock and felt satisfied. Her day was almost complete and all her duties were done. She still had to pick up Robert, Michael and Laura from school but as for the house, it was all done. Yet, she groaned when she heard someone knocked on her door. Dragging her feet a little, as she had expected to have maybe a few minutes for herself, she went to open the door anyways.

 “Oh, hi Mom.”, she surprisingly said as she opened the door. The woman made herself in, without even asking for permission. Ronnie merely rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her. “Is everything alright?”, she asked her mother.

 “Why? Can’t I pay a visit whenever I want?”, she replied, giving her daughter her coat.

 “Sure, you can mom, but you know school will soon be over and I still have to....”

 “Don’t you think I know? I’ve had kids myself.”, she sharply interrupted.

 “Hummm. Okay.... Do you want a cup of tea.”, Veronica proposed anyways.

 “Yes, please.”

 They both headed to the kitchen, where several casseroles were ready. Veronica loved to be organized. With four kids and a husband touring, thus not often home, it was something she had quickly learnt. But it did not bother her. She loved to be a mother and she loved to take care of her family.

 “Why on earth don’t you hire a nanny or someone to help you?”, her mother asked as she looked at the dishes that were drying on the draining board.

 “Because I can handle it myself, mom.”, Ronnie quietly replied. “Everything is under control.”

 “If you say so....”, the woman seemed not to be convinced.

 Veronica served tea and sat at the table, looking dreamily at the window. Summer would be here soon and she could not wait to go in parcs for picnics while John would be playing with the kids.

 “I’ve heard some of their songs on the radio.”, her mother suddenly said.

 “Oh, great. The album is quite a success. John is really proud of this one, since Hot Space has....”,

 “So I’ve also listened to the whole album. And looked out for who wrote the lyrics.”

 “Have you?”, Ronnie asked, trying not to think about she had interrupted her once again.

 “ ‘One year of love’, Ron? What is this all about? And ‘pain is so close to pleasure’? Your husband wrote those songs.”, she said with disdain.

 “He indeed did. And I guess just like poetry, songs lyrics have their own mysteries.”, she tried to appease the atmosphere.

 “Of course. Just like ‘I want to break free’. Or even ‘Misfire’.... I still can’t believe this one.”, her mother said no with her face.

 Veronica was usually a very quiet woman, trying to remain calm in all situations. With her children, she considered it was really important. Thus, she decided not to reply. But her mother had decided otherwise.

 “Veronica.... Veronica. I still can’t believe I gave my blessing for this mariage. What a disaster....”, she said.

 “Excuse me?”

 “Come on, admit it to yourself. You’re unhappy. With him touring all the time, doing God knows what with God knows who. And all these secrets messages in songs, this is not what I wanted for my daughter.”, she said no with her face.

 “Mom. John is not perfect. He has many qualities, but don’t you think you’ve raised a fool. He also have flaws. I know more than you think. But maybe, unlike you, I’ve learnt how to forgive. Because I’ve tried and I understand him. His life is not easy, Mom.”

 “Yes, I’m sure it is not easy to party all the time and have fun while his family is struggling at home.”,

 “Mom. Enough now.”, Veronica was surprised herself. She had not shouted, she had not yelled, but she had said those simple words almost in a whisper. She did not want to wake Joshua with screams.

 “I’m sorry?”, her mother asked, slowly putting her cup on the table.

 “If you have nothing more interesting to do but insult my husband at our house, you’re leaving right now.”

 “But, I wanted to come with you and pick up the kids at school.”

 “This is not going to happen. Unless you change your behavior and your thoughts about him, you’re not welcome anymore here, Mom. I’m sorry.”, she looked her mother deep in her eyes. She had no idea where this bravery was coming from. But she was glad the words came out of her mouth properly.

 “Are you showing your own mother the door? Me, your mother? I raised you, I have always been there when you were in trouble, when you were almost homeless....”

 “John has always been able to take care of us, Mom and you know it. Our life has not been perfect. But my childhood had not been either. Now, just go, Mom, before I say anything I’m going to regret.”

 Speechless, the mother stood up and left. She could not believe her own daughter had just talked to her this way. Veronica did not slam the door behind her, but she did not speak another word. She put her frown on the door and thought. Her mind seemed full of feelings, but she had no time for this, she had to wake Joshua up and go to school to pick Robert, Michael and Laura. She had a sudden idea, but she was a little scared. But she wanted to do it anyways. She had the feeling, deep inside her, she had to do it.

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 Cologne. Western Germany. 1986

 John was tired and helped himself with another drink. Alcohol had become a very close friend lately it seemed. But just like cigarettes, it was nothing too bad for a grown up man. And after a while, John seemed not to feel the effects anymore. Maybe he needed something stronger. Or something else to entertain him. What an irony. He was touring to entertain the audience, with his band mates, but he, at this very moment, felt he needed entertainment. Anything but this hotel room. It was not luxurious, nor poorly decorated. But it seemed gloomy. Despite the fact it was the afternoon. Maybe it was because of the cloudy weather. John sat on the armchair and switched on the television. The hotel was equipped with international channels, but all of them were boring. Speaking only of economics. Or worldwide news. Nothing interesting. The world was still going round and the same people appeared on the screen all over again.

 Rolling his eyes, he stood up, took his cigarettes, his wallet and left, slamming the door behind him. He needed air, fresh air. Anything but this hotel bedroom. John started to wander in the streets of Cologne. He had visited many a country in his life, but this architecture of the buildings seemed to be interesting. John let his legs guide him in the city, not really watching his watch. He was just taking a walk and tried to enjoy the visit. But soon enough, it all began to be uninteresting again. He deeply sighed, both in annoyance and frustration. What was wrong with him? Why could he enjoy this moment? Something was wrong, this was sure, but what?

 Still trying to stay away from his hotel, he carried on walking. He was in a part of the city which seemed to be more modern. With bars and nightclubs. John raised an eyebrow. This was very interesting. At last. Thinking about a plan, he looked at his watch. He had to get ready for the evening’s concert, but he made sure to note the name of the street. So that he could find it more easily later.

 Before actually going on stage, he did not feel nervous at all. So far it all had gone well. The team working with them was efficient and their instruments had, for once, decided to work as well. All was good, even in this part of Europe. During the concert, Freddie was running everywhere, ending shirtless in front of the audience. Roger was giving his heart out behind his drums and his sunglasses. Brian always had his moment alone on stage during his solos and he seemed to enjoy it fully. John loved music and playing and it was always a pleasant moment for him to be in front of the audience. Even if, as bass player, many of the spectators barely noticed his presence.

 At the end of the concert, as ‘God saves the Queen’ was still playing, John handed his bass to a technician and helped himself with another drink. Freddie looked at him and frowned a little. He too, loved to drink but he felt concerned about his friend. Then, they all came back to their common hotel, only willing to spend a good night to be ready for the next gig. John waited a little and when it seemed it was all quiet, he looked on a map to locate again the street he had noted earlier that day. He had always been a clever man and his memory rarely failed him. He folded the map again and left the hotel, knowing exactly where to go.

 There it was. The nightclub he had spotted earlier. He could hear the loud music coming from the inside. Entertainment. Just what he needed. He felt so bored. He put his hand on the handle, ready to pull and enter. But he looked at a hand taking his wrist.

 “Deaky. Don’t, please.”

 He looked and Freddie was holding his arm. He was clearly concerned and had followed his friend and band mate in the streets of Cologne.

 “What the hell, Fred? I’m not a child. I’m not your child. Let me be....”, John tried to protest.

 “No, you’re not my kid, this is the truth. But think about yours John. Don’t do this. Not again.”, Freddie was ready to stand in front of the door all night long if necessary. John groaned and tried to move away from the lead singer.

 “John. Think about your wife. What would Veronica do?”

 The bassist laughed a little and shrugged his shoulders. His wife and kids were far at this very moment, as far as he knew. He was so lonely.

 “I know you miss them. But this is not the solution.”

 “I do miss them, Fred, but don’t you think you know. Don’t you compare my kids to your bloddy cats.”

 “And I won’t compare your wife to a car.... John, let’s go back to the hotel. Three more countries and we will be back home.”

 “Home....”, John shrugged again, not clearly certain of what the word’s meaning anymore.

 “Come on. I need my friend with me. Deaky, please.”, Freddie insisted.

 “Alright.”, John gave up and followed Fred in the streets of Cologne, back to his hotel. He wanted to call his wife but it was the middle of the night. But he did not know that even if he did, at this very moment, he would not reach her. Veronica and their kids were no longer home.

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 Dover. England. 1986

 The kids were in the car, Veronica driving. She had Joshua in his special seat right next to her. Robert and Michael were in the back seat, Laura between the two of them. A man told her she could carry on boarding in the boat. She looked carefully at the other man, guiding her to park her car as close to the one in front of them as possible.

 Being very religious, Ronnie thanked God she had given her kids a very good education. They were following her without complains, listening carefully to her instructions. Joshua needed almost constant attention and the three eldest were always holding each other by the hand, when one of them was holding a piece of her dress.

 The cabin was not very handsome but it was only a matter of a couple of hours. The kids just needed to rest a little. They had already traveled, but this journey was going to be long. But this was what Ronnie had decided, right after her mom had left. She had given no warning. It was some kind of impulse. Her instinct guiding her.

 As they arrived closer to Calais’ harbor, the passengers were asked to get back to their car, to make sure to unload the boat as fast as possible for the next crossing. She made sure everyone was safely fastened and quickly than expected they were in France. No time to visit, nor to go to the beach, she knew she had to hit the road. She had a goal and the city was Budapest. She knew her route and the main city she had to cross. Brussels, Liège, Cologne (where they would stop for one night, she had booked an hotel), then Vienna, Györ and the Hungarian capital.

 It was hard to drive on the right but she quickly got used to it. The kids were playing at the back and as they were three of them, one of them always had an idea for a new game. They were so sweet, Ronnie could not believe how lucky she was to have such wonderful kids. Joshua was sleeping most of the time. She knew it was a challenge to travel on her own with such young kids, but she was ready to do it. She wanted to prove it to herself. And also to her mother. Veronica Deacon was married to John Deacon and they had four kids together. She was capable of taking care of them. All of them.

 Then, after two days of being seating in the car. There it was. The Danube and its boats for the cruises. The parliament. The Statue of Liberty. It was beautiful, but this was not where they were supposed to stop. She wanted to reach Népstadion, where Queen was going to perform. She could not believe she had arrived. She had done it by herself, with four kids. She could not feel prouder. John was going to be so surprised.

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 Budapest. Hungary. 1986.

 John helped himself with yet another drink. It was still the middle of the afternoon and he was looking at the technicians working hard for the stage to be on perfect for Queen’s single performance there. He wanted to stay and help if he could but once again, he wanted to escape. He looked at Freddie who was training his voice and took the opportunity to leave. Just for a couple of hours.

He quickly found a little bar in from of the Danube, where he sat and looked around him. People were passing by, enjoying their time after work. People on holidays. And kids. God, he missed his kids so much. So much he started to talk with a random little girl, coming from England as well. The tour was endless it seemed. Yet, trying to think again of Freddie’s words, he came back to Népstadion.

 He arrived back stage and heard everyone was laughing. Familar voices coming for there. Voices that made his ears swing, his heart beat faster and his lips smiling.

 “Daaaaad”, they screamed reaching out for him, almost making him fall. John could not believe it. His family was there. How? When? Where? How?

 “Surprise !!”, Ronnie quietly said as she came closer to him, holding Joshua in her arms.

 They exchanged the sweetest kiss and Ronnie frowned a little as she could taste alcohol in her husband’s mouth. Yet, as the kids seemed so happy, she did not ruin the atmosphere and smiled.

 “Oh my god, I’m the happiest on earth. How? When? Who drove you here?”, he asked, making everyone smile.

 “We came on our own.”, Ronnie proudly announced. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”, she carried on.

 “And what a wonderful surprise”, John said as he was kissing his kids, making the other members of the band laugh as they were looking at them.

 The concert had to begin at some point and the children were over excited. They were dancing backstage, while Joshua, still in his mother’s arms, was looking all around him, certainly very impressed by the lights effects. Again, ‘God saves the Queen’ ended the show and everyone came back to the hotel, where John took his dispositions to have a bigger room for his wife and kids.

 The children were exhausted after this long day and they did not need a lullaby to get to sleep. Veronica was looking at the window. The country was very different from England and she loved to observe people’s habits. John came closer to her, kissing her in the neck.

 “John. We need to talk.”, she announced, whispering to make sure she would not wake the kids.

 “Now?”, he replied, still kissing her, taking her by her hips, dancing a little.

 “This is important, John, please.”, she carried on. He felt she was really serious so he stopped at once and sat on the bed, looking at her and sighing.

 “John. You will stop drinking now. Not tomorrow. Not after the tour. Now. Do you understand?”

 “Stop drinking? What the....”

 “John. Fred told me but he did not have to. Look at you....”, she whispered, saying no with her face.

 “Well, now you’re here, I feel better. But.”

 “John, no. No buts, no maybes, no ifs. You stop now.”, she murmured, but making it an order.

 John looked at the floor, not knowing what to say. She sighed and sat next to him.

 “John. For the better, for worse, for richer, for poorer.....”, she made him look at her.

 “In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”, he carried on her sentence.

 “Till death do us part.”, she repeated, kissing him on the mouth.

 “I swear, I stop now, Ronnie.”, he looked at her in the eyes.

 “I believe you.” And they carried on their embrace under the blankets.

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 Wembley. England. 1986.

 After touring in Europe, after John wife’s had joined them in Hungary, after performing in France and Spain, Queen was back home. Wembley stadium was full and the audience was estatic. Veronica had never seen such an audience. For the last two concert, John’s mother was taking care of the kids while she was with her husband during the two last performances. He had kept his promise and had not drank a single drop of alcohol. He had admitted having his wife by his sides what more than helpful. John had understood he did not need entertainment, nightclubs or drinks to carry on. He needed his family, and more particularly his wife next to him, to support him.

 Freddie was speaking with the crowd and John took the opportunity to get back stage. He wanted to take his jacket off and maybe a little kiss from a certain woman, who happened to be his wife. He did not really pay attention to what the lead singer was saying, but Ronnie was carefully listening.

 “You know something? There’s been a lot of rumors lately. About a certain band. Called Queen. The rumors are we’re gonna split up, what do you think?”, Freddie said. “They’re talking from here.”, he carried on showing his bottoms. “My apologies but I say what I want. You know what I mean? So forget those rumors, we’re gonna stay together until we fucking will die I’m sure of it. I keep wanting to leave but they won’t let me. Also, I suppose we’re not too bad for four aging Queens, are we?”, he concluded as John came back on stage.

 He clearly had not listened, but Veronica had understand it very well. She had been married to John for eleven years now. And he was already the bassist of Queen. The band was like a second family to them. She knew Roger and Brian very well. And maybe Freddie even more. She understood his little speech was an hidden message. A hint saying he was ill and sooner or later, he was going to die. Long before all the others.

 Freddie looked backstage and he and Veronica quickly exchange glances. She gave him a little nod and the show carried on. Ronnie remembered her wedding vows.

 ‘To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.’

 Back then, she had never thought these words would be so meaningful at this very moment. Yes, they had many difficult times in the past. Yes, they had been through many a tough period. They had had many arguments and both had to forgive each other. Yet, at this very moment, Veronica understood ‘the worse’, and ‘death’ were going to be part of her life sooner than she had expected it. But as a family, none of them were going to face this alone, even if this was going to be hard.

[eileen-crys]

Her name is Veronica

Written for @johnica-weeks 2024 💕

May 1989, Queen record "An hour of Queen" with Mike Read, to talk about their newest album "The Miracle" and give fans some news about it and about themselves. One question tickles John's interest, and he decides to do a small, romantic gesture.

For Johnica Week 2024, prompt Radio interview, and kinda “When you love something, you protect it with your entire life. Right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”

Ahhh it's been SO LONG since I wanted to write about John saying Veronica is his favourite song at the moment during that interview! Of course this is all fictional, but I always found it very sweet that, in the big indecision about giving one favourite song, he chose the one with his wife's name. He could've said any other song, literally, but he didn't.

I hope you'll enjoy my silly imagine of how the answer came to be!

[johnica-weeks]

Are you Happy? Are you Satisfied?

Written by I_should_be_working_but_im_not (they don't have a tumblr yet so please don't forget to leave kudos and comments on AO3!)

Did he really have to resort to this? Moving closer to the desk, John gestured to the “Instrument” case on his back and whispered in a low, threatening voice.

“Do you think that anyone in Chicago actually carries a guitar in these things?” Trembling, the concierge handed him the key.

John was a family man by day, Sniper by night; at least until early morning, when the two are forced to collide.

Prompt used: Facing a scary challenge together

Featuring a hitman/mafia AU ⚔️

Words: 2214 || Chapters: 1 (of 1)

[blossom-melina-burnickel]

In honor of Veronica Deacon’s 73rd birthday today, my second (delayed) entry into Johnica Week 2023, “Just You and I: After Dark”, is here!

Rating: Explicit. This fic is not safe for reading at work or at school, nor is it intended for minors. Please interact only if you are 18 or over.

This is an erotic oneshot based on the prompts “Reading an Erotic Novel and Awakening the Desire (Together or Secretly From the Other)”, Pregnancy Sex”, and “Cockwarming”.

July 1977: Veronica is at home one evening, reading an erotic romance novel while waiting for John to come home from the studio. She hopes he’ll be “in the mood” he arrives home because she has a surprise for him, but little does she know that he has a surprise for her as well.

⚠️Content Warning: This work is rated Explicit and is intended for adults 18 and over only. There are frequent, explicit mentions of sex and sexual activities, so mind the tags! This is written by an adult for other adults and is not intended for minors. If you are easily offended by explicit mentions of sexual relations or by reading those depictions in RPF, then skip this fic. Consider yourself warned.

(This is not being posted on Insta because people there can be Puritans, so you all on Tumblr get an exclusive!)

To read, click the link in this post or search for “Blossom_Melina” or the “JohnicaWeek2023” tag on Archive Of Our Own (A03)! 

⚠️Disclaimer: The story shared in this post is a work of fiction and nothing in it should be taken as gospel or as proof of real events that occurred. Any real people, places, and events are used fictitiously, and any fictional characters, places, or events are figments of my imagination. I mean no disrespect to any real people used fictitiously; this was written out of love for my favorite band and one of my favorite pairings connected to said band.

Photo credits for cover (clockwise from bottom left): Stock photo from Dreamstime, Stock book cover layout from Creative Paramita, Stock photo from Shutterstock. Layout by me.

[jhenny-d]

You and I

John and Veronica for Johncia Week! @johnica-weeks

They're like something cosmic, like two stars meeting

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Turntables - Johnica Week 2024

Summary: John and Veronica like to think that their tastes are different, but upon trading a book and a record each week, they find that they have a little more in common than they think.

Notes: Thank you so much for reading this very late submission for Johnica Week Days 1 and 2! I'd like to thank @eileen-crys / @johnica-weeks for hosting!

Read here!