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just a baby

pairing: roger taylor x reader, freddie mercury x reader (past, platonic now) 

can be read as ben hardy! roger taylor or actual roger taylor and can also be read as rami malek! freddie mercury or actual freddie mercury. i didn’t specify. 

word count: 2.13k 

warnings: none 

rated: pg

please send in requests! i’m awfully bored and want to write! thanks, xx, e

READER REPLACES MARY, BUT IS DATING ROGER. EVERYTHING WILL MAKE MORE SENSE LATER IN THE STORY.

You frowned down at your underwear, your period was nearly two weeks late, and that never happened. You had been regular since the month you got your period, it always came right at the start of the month, then you had three weeks off, then it would start up again. It was always at the start of the month, now, you were nearly three weeks into March, and no sign of the baby.

You heard Roger rap his knuckles on the door, and his husky voice nearly calmed all of your thoughts; nearly. “You alright in there, love. We’ve got to go in like five minutes, Freddie will have our heads if we even dare be late.” Roger spoke as he leaned against the door. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine I’ll be right out.” You spoke quietly. “Okay,” And you heard Roger walk away. You wanted to get a pregnancy test, you knew it was a shot in the dark that you were pregnant, but you wanted to know. Your period had never been late, and just the other day, you were turned off by the sight of your favorite food, you had never been so distraught in your entire life when you looked at the beautiful food in front of you, and thought that you never wanted to eat it again.

You shook your head, and made a mental note to buy a test later. You finished your business and pulled up your pants, and washed your hands, spritzed yourself with some perfume and unlocked the door and left the bathroom. You met up with Roger, “You look stunning,” Roger smiled and lent down and pressed a kiss on the top of your head and smiled. “Thanks, love.” You smiled. You were distracted all the way to Freddie’s, thoughts of pregnancy swirling around in your mind. You left a hand squeeze your thigh and you looked up at Roger, you hummed in question and looked at him. “What’s wrong? We’re already here and you haven’t said a word all ride. You feeling okay? Do you wanna go home?” Roger questioned. “No, no. I’m okay. Just had a hard day at work today.” You smiled and got out of the car, dropping the subject. Roger wrinkled his nose in confusion but followed anyways.

You walked up to the door and knocked lightly, Roger following and setting a hand on your back. “Just tell me if you wanna go home, okay? We’ll go if you want.” Roger said, into your ear softly, and pressed a small kiss to your cheek as he stood up to his full height. You nodded, but smiled at the thought that even though you told Roger that you were okay, that he still knew that something was wrong. Freddie opened the door, and beamed at you two. “Darlings! You’re here! How are you?” Freddie smiled as he ushered you in. You giggled at his forwardness and followed him in, “Excellent, Freddie! How’ve you been doing? Thank you for having us.” You smiled up at the man. “Oh, love! So much to talk about! Come, come. Let’s get a drink.” He smiled, wrapping you up in his arms, tearing you away from Roger.

Roger chuckled, and shook his head because he was used to it. Everyone in Queen loved you with their entire hearts, but none more than Freddie. Roger sometimes even questioned if Freddie loved you more than he did, then chuckled and would shake his head because he had never loved someone as much as he loved you. Whenever Freddie was around you, he would steal you away to talk about anything and everything. You would always giggle at your best friend’s antics.

When Freddie dragged you into the kitchen, just as you got a small hello thrown into everyone else there. Brian and Deaky frowned because they wanted a hug, but understood how much Freddie loved you, so they went back to talking, knowing that you would stop Freddie so you could run out and give them a hug sometime during the night. Roger appeared beside them, watching as Freddie tugged you into the kitchen, away from everyone’s prying eyes. “Freddie stole my girl, again.” Roger chuckled as he sat down into the chair beside them. He said it with no venom, knowing that Freddie loved you more than life itself, and that his love for you wasn’t as if he wanted to date you. Roger knew Freddie was very much so gay, and never doubted the relationship that you had with him, he trusted you, and he knew that you would never cheat on him.

“My love, what is wrong? You seem upset, did Roger do something? I’ll kill him.” Even after Freddie told you he was gay, and had someone else in his life, just as you did, he was still just as protective, if not more, and never called you anything besides lovey pet names. To him, you we’re still the one human being he would ever love, the one person he would ever be able to love as much as he loved you. You believed in each other, and that was all that mattered.

“No, he didn’t. Well maybe he did. I’m not sure.” You muttered looking down, “What’s wrong, my love?” Freddie asked, “I want to take a pregnancy test.” You said, looking up into his large brown eyes. Freddie shrieked in delight, “Oh my love! That’s wonderful.” He screamed. You giggled and shushed him, “Fred, Roger mustn’t know until I know.” You giggled, “Oh, right. Of course.” He spoke, and you laughed. “I’m gonna be an uncle, and if that child is not my godchild I will throw a fit.” He spoke, you giggled again, “Of course, if I’m pregnant, you will obviously be a godfather.” You smiled, and leaned into his arms. He wrapped them around you, “Come we will go buy one now.” He smiled and pulled you into him again, but linked your arm with his.

When you walked out, Roger stood up, “We’re just going to the store, darlings. To get some wine.” Freddie smiled, Roger walked towards you and leant down and pecked your lips. “Alright, love you.” Roger smiled. “Love you to, darling!” Freddie smiled. “I was talking to (Y/N), Fred. But yes, I love you as well.” Roger laughed and walked back to the couch. You took the time and sprinted right at Brian and into his arms, he laughed and wrapped them around you, you then pulled out of his arms and launched yourself into John’s. “Alright, I must be going. Be back soon!” You smiled. “Love you all!” You yelled and linked arms with Freddie again and walked out of the house.

When you two got back, you smiled and walked into the room again, seeing the boys talking as Freddie led you into the kitchen. “Okay, I’ll unpack the wine and you go take the test. I’ll be up in a minute.” Freddie smiled. You walked out into the area, “Come sit with me love,” Roger smiled. “I will, darling. I just need to use the restroom, be back in five.” You smiled, and walked up the steps.

You walked into the bathroom and smiled nervously down at the test. “Oh, lord.” You breathed, and then took the test. The box said that you needed to wait for two minutes after you took the test, so you set it on the counter and waited for Freddie. You felt good knowing that Freddie would be the first to know because he had been by your side through everything. You didn’t even know if Roger wanted a kid, you had never talked about it, and in your mind, you thought that Roger might be angry about it, as you both we’re relatively young, but you knew that if Roger broke up with you because of this, Freddie would be there to pick up the pieces, and help you. He was always there, and you loved him for it.

Freddie was thinking of an excuse as he walked into the room with the boys, knowing it would be weird for him to follow you up to the bathroom. “Oh my! I just remembered that I agreed to give (Y/N) one of my jackets that she loves so much. I must go get it!” Freddie smiled gleefully and ran up the stairs. Roger looked at the boys, shrugged and continued the conversation.

Freddie knocked on the door softly, and you let him in. He wrapped his arm around you after he shut the door, and looked at you as you flipped the test over. It was positive. You we’re pregnant, you were having a kid, with Roger fucking Taylor. “Oh my God.” You breathed, and raised a shaky hand to your mouth. “Oh my.” Freddie spoke looking down at the test. “I’m gonna be a mom.” You gasped, and raising a hand to rest on top of your belly. “There’s a baby in there, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” You muttered. Freddie knew you were about to freak out and turned you to look at him.

“Listen to me. Don’t freak out. You are going to be an absolutely wonderful mother. You are going to love that child more than anything. Don’t worry about anything, my love. You  are going to be a perfect mother,” He looked at you. “What if Roger doesn’t want a baby?” You asked. “He would be foolish to not want your child. And if he doesn’t, I’ll kick him out of the band, and will be there with you for every step of the way, I mean I’ll be there even if he wants the baby, obviously.” Freddie smiled. You laughed and let yourself fall into his arms.

When you two walked back down stairs, it had already been fifteen minutes, but Freddie made sure to give you that jacket you liked as a coverup. “Sorry, we got sidetracked looking at all of Freddie’s wonderful clothes.” You smiled, and walked to Roger, and sat down beside him. He right away wrapped his arm around your stomach and you nearly flinched, but he pulled you into the safety of his lap and rested his chin on your shoulder.

When you two got home, you made sure he was sitting down when you told him the news of the child you were bearing; his child. “Rog, can we talk about somethings?” You questioned him with wide innocent eyes, “Yes, of course, sweetheart. What’s up?” He questioned. On the ride home, you were thinking of all the different clever ways that you could tell him, but now, as he sat before you with wide eyes, looking up at you with all the love in the world, and like you held the stars and moon in your hands, you blurted it out before you could stop yourself. “I’m pregnant.” You said, and looked down at him as he sat on the couch, and you stood before him. His mouth fell open in a gasp, and he looked up at you with even wider eyes. “What?” He asked quietly, even though he had heard you perfectly the first time. “I’m pregnant.” You said once again, and it felt weird, feeling those words fall from your lips. “Oh my God.” He muttered, but a huge smile broke out on his face, and he nearly shouted, “I’m going to be a dad?!” He asked in excitement, and tugged you into his arms. You giggled and nodded into his shoulder, “Yeah, yeah you’re gonna be a dad.” You smiled, “Oh I love you, so fucking much.” He spoke, and gently pushed you up so you would be standing, and dropped on his knees in front of you and tugged your shirt upwards and laid a kiss against your stomach, multiple kisses actually.

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother. I just know it.” Roger smiled and stood up. “When did you find out?” He asked, sitting down and pulling you down beside him. “Tonight actually, I told Fred I wanted to take a test and he made us go out and buy one and some wine, and then he made me take it,” You smiled. “Why am I not surprised, he was happy wasn’t he?” Roger asked, smiling fondly at you. “Oh yes, he said if he wasn’t a godfather, he would throw a fit.” You smiled. “Of course he did. I would like all the guys to be godparents if that’s alright?” Roger questioned, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be godfathers. And, I wouldn’t want to have this baby with anyone but you.” You smiled at him.

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Little Mercury (Drabble)

(NO OFFENCE TO ANY PEOPLE WITH THE NAMES THAT ARE SUGGESTED LMAO. THEY WE’RE JUST THE FIRST ONES THAT POPPED INTO MY HEAD.) 

“Hey Rog, we should start thinking of names.” You said looking at him. You rubbed your tummy softly, thinking of the baby girl that was living in there. It was him requesting names, and you giving your opinion.

“Ashley?”

“No, too dull. Freddie would have our heads.”

“Rebecca?”

“Didn’t you once sleep with a Rebecca?” “Fair enough. Delilah?”

“Freddie’s favorites cats name is Delilah. He would make us make the cat godmother.”

“Mary?”

“Like the Virgin Mary? No.”

“Patricia?”

“Do you hate our unborn child?”

“Rachel?”

“Even duller than Ashley. Freddie would have our heads, and all of our belongings.”

“This is too hard.” Roger moaned, he agreed with all of your opinions though. “Hey, how about –“

You were lying in the hospital bed, your baby girl swaddled in your arms. “Hey, did you guys come up with a name yet?” John asked, as the entire band was looking at the baby girl. Brian, Freddie and John we’re all fascinated by their new niece, and Roger was looking at her with pure love.

You glanced up at Roger and smiled. “Her name is Mercury.” Freddie’s eyes lit up with a happiness you had never seen before on the man. His eyes began to well with tears, “Oh, darlings. That’s beautiful.” He smiled, and held out his arms, wanting to hold his beautiful niece. “She’s named after all of you,” Roger smiled, and Freddie was so distracted looking at the beautiful girl.

“All of us?” Brian asked. “Yes, of course. Mercury for Brian because you’re an astrophysicist and are obsessed with space, Mercury for Freddie obviously because it’s his last name, and Mercury for John.” You smiled, “For John?” Freddie asked. “His favorite planet is Mercury, you dough-head. He knows as much about it as Brian does, if not more.” Roger beamed.

You giggled as you looked at the boys, all of them we’re staring at yours and Roger’s daughter with nothing but pure love in their eyes. “Oh, she’s absolutely perfect.” Brian said as Freddie handed her over to him.

“Little Mercury. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

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abuse

word count: 1.1k 

pairing: queen x reader (platonic) 

warnings: mentions of abuse

if you are struggling with abuse, please reach out to someone. talk to someone who can help you. much love, e. 

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All of the boys in Queen were needy. You had been with them since their first day as a band, Roger making you come along, you two had been best friends for a while, and he hired you as an assistant. You we’re making minimum wage because it was all they could afford, but they all agreed that they needed you with them at all times. You were their assistant, yes, but at times you felt more like a parent. You always made sure all of them had eaten, drunk enough water during the day and didn’t drink too much of things that weren’t water, alcohol for example, and if they did, they always woke up with two painkillers and a glass of water on the table besides their beds.

The boys all new that they would never get anything done without you because they fought so damn much. They all loved you with their entire hearts, and would do anything to protect you if they had to. When you walked into the studio, after being away from a week as you were back at home to have a family reunion, Freddie screamed in delight when you walked in. You giggled as he ran over to hug you. “My darling! You’re back! How are you! Ugh, we’ve simply been dying without you here.” Freddie spoke, as he pulled away and laid little kisses all over your face. You laughed, and hugged him. “I’m good, Fred. How’ve you been?” You smiled up at him. “Sad without you, but now that you’re back, I’m thrilled. Give the other guys a hug, they’ve all been so needy without you.” Freddie scoffed and pulled you to the other boys. You laughed, “You are all always needy even when I’m here.” You giggled.

“That’s rude, sweetheart.” You heard, and you smiled and skipped into Rogers open arms. “Rog!” You giggled, “Hey, my love.” You laughed, Roger never called you by your actual name, it was always sweet nicknames. You two had been best friends for years, since you were only half a year old, and to Roger, you were the one human being he was sure that he loved. To Roger, you were like a little sister, someone he would die to protect. “How was the reunion? How’s your aunt?” Roger laughed, Roger and your aunt had never gotten along, but everyone else in your family loved him, “It was marvelous! And, she’s good, grumpy as usual. Everyone misses you though!” You laughed. “I miss ‘em to, love.” Roger smiled.

“Hey, don’t we get a hug?” Brian asked, you pulled out of Roger’s arms, him sneaking a kiss onto your forehead, you smiled and leaped into Brian’s arms, then out and into Deaky’s. You smiled, and looked at both of them. “How’ve you been, love?” Brian asked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, Deaky following right after him, “I’ve been good! Met my new little nephew, oh he’s just the sweetest.” You smiled at the both of them, “What about you guys? Did you get any recording done?” You asked, walking to the front of the room, and looking back at them all. They all shyly looked down. “Guys! I was gone for a week! Enough time for you guys to record at least one song, or more!” You sighed looking down.

“I know, darling. And we kept trying but we kept on arguing, but now that you’re here we’ll get songs done in no time!” Freddie smiled gleefully, “Okay. But I expect at least half a song done by the end of the day, you sighed and walked in booth. They all nodded, got their instruments, well Roger sat down at the drum kit and Freddie grabbed his microphone and tossed headphones to the boys. “Let’s do this!” And set about recording a song.

You smiled as they recorded, but your smile slowly faded. You rubbed your arm, where a bruise was fading. You had been taking your boyfriends abuse for months now. You didn’t know how much longer you would be able to take it before you broke. You recalled when you first met him, he seemed so sweet and he always cared for you, then things began to get worse. It would start with little things, he would get mad at you for not cleaning one dish that you forgot about, then it progressed, you dropped his favorite cup, and he slapped you after it shattered. It only got worse from there.

You were two scared to leave though, you didn’t want anything to bad to happen to you. You slowly pressed down and felt the bruise tingle. Your eyes welled up with tears, as your hand moved to your stomach and pressed down on the bruise that was there, it was much larger and was taking much longer to fade away. Freddie glanced up at you, and saw the tears and immediately stopped singing. “Darling? What is it? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asked, as he ran in the booth and dragged you out into the colder air as the booth could get stuffy.

You wiped away your tears hastily, as everyone crowded you. “No, no. I’m okay. I’m fine.” You looked down, and pressed harder on the fading bruise on your arm. “No, you’re not. Talk to us, my love.” Roger said, you looked into his eyes and knew you couldn’t lie for any longer. “Tom-Tom, he uhm, he hits me when he gets mad at me or just all the time really.” You whispered. “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Roger spoke menacingly, knowing that he could be telling the truth, your head whipped up, “No, you can’t.” You spoke, desperately. “He very well can darling, and we’ll all be there to help him.” You assumed it was Brian speaking, but when you looked up, it was John who had just said that. You were slightly shocked to say the least, John always seemed to be the calmest of the bunch.

You looked up at Freddie, who always had something to say, but he was just staring thoughtfully and sadly at you. “I’m so sorry, darling.” He said, pulling you into his arms, you just sobbed into his chest. Freddie looked at the boys best he could and mouthed ‘Go, give him hell’ and then pulled you closer to him to distract you as the boys ran off to bring Tom the worst pain imaginable. “It’s okay, it’s alright.” You spoke, “No it’s not, it’s bloody not alright that you’re being abused. You are perfect. So fuckin’ perfect and you are somebody who never deserves to be treated so awfully. Nobody does.”