#pip foster x reader

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Twisted Wonderland x Reader :No Place For Children Heartslaybul Pt. 1

This story is just some cute fluff I thought that some of you all would enjoy. There might be some cursing, that's all I can think of at the moment. The reader does have a bit of a backstory, giving her a little bit of OC vibes, but besides some background elements the rest is up to you. I only write Female, if that bothers you I'm sorry, I'm used to writing female and I keep having to go back to take away she/her pronouns. 

I do plan to make a series but more along the lines of while in this dorm for one chapter then while in this dorm for this other chapter.

A little background about the MC in my story so you're not all too lost. The MC used to suffer from androphobia (A fear of men), that has to do with some past trauma That I might go into more detail about later on if I decide to continue this story. The MC is also a Orphan losing her father at four, then her mother at fourteen, so there will be mention of family. The MC spent all her time in foster care, due to her mother being an orphan herself and her fathers family disowning him. 

:(Prologue)

Heartslaybul: pt one (you are here)

Savanaclaw: Soon

Octavinelle: Soon

Scarabia: Soon

Pomefiore: Soon

Ignihyde: Soon

Diasomnia: Soon

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The second Riddle had caught sight of the troublesome duo, they had collars around their necks. They also got stuck on hedgehog duty, by themselves may I add. About an hour after arriving (Name) Woke up in the arms of Trey who, let's be honest, was using her as an excuse for some quiet time. (Name) pulled away from the green haired man with glasses with a start, confused about her surroundings. A hand was placed on her head, making her stop frantically looking around. 

“Don't worry, (Name). You are just at Heartslabyul, our dorm.” Trey explained, the girl slowly relaxed at his gentle words. “How was your rest? You where really tired.” Trey laughed a little. (Name) nodded her head as she rubbed some of the lingering sleepiness from her eyes. 

“Oh! (Nickname) is awake! Hey cutie!” A ginger with long hair and a red diamond under his green eyes almost squealed. The girl shrank a little in Trey's arms, making him send a scolding glare at Cater. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare her.” Cater chuckled warily. Trey stroked her hair soothing the already nervous child. 

“Its okay, He is my friend, Cater. I guess I have yet to introduce myself too, Im Trey.” He explained, knowing that this information might give the girl some comfort. She eyed both men before giving them a hesitant nod. Her body relaxed as she looked at the two boys. 

“Hi Mister Cater and Mister Trey.” The girl said politely. Both boys looked at the young girl, feeling really old all of a sudden. 

“You… uh can just call me Trey..” Trey muttered, feeling tired. 

“Yeah, Just Cater…” Cater followed, sitting next to Trey to pull the girl into his lap. (Name) kinda sat there feeling like a baby getting passed around at a family reunion, once she remembered what happened in Crowley's office. 

~~~(Moving to your POV cause this 3rd person is throwing me off)~~~

I shifted around as Cater started to play with my hair. As strange as it was, these strangers didn't seem dangerous to me, they almost felt comfortable. I jolted as I heard someone coming into the living room we were in. I turned around to see the man from earlier with something around his neck. I smiled at the sight of him, leaping off of Caters lap and rushed over to him.

“Ace!” I cheered as I wrapped my arms around his legs, earning a yelp from him. He had frozen in my grasp as I looked up at him. A sly smirk played on his lips as he kneeled down in front of me, meeting me at eye level.

“Hey pip squeak. I see you're awake now.” Ace said as he patted my head. I grinned at him with a nod. “It's good to see that you calmed down now. I thought that I was going to have to get the tickle monster after you earlier.” He said as he started to poke at my side. I let out a small squeal, giggling at his playfulness. I reached out and booped his nose, making him freeze. A slow evil smile played on his lips as he raised both hands slowly, wiggling his fingers to indicate that he was going to tickle me for real. I yelped as I bolted away and around the couch with him following me. 

I let out playful cries for help, though it only made the boys chuckle or smile at us. After running around for a bit I finally started to feel my little legs tire out a little, so I ducked behind the leg of a navy blue haired boy who had entered with Ace when he came in. I held his leg breathing really hard, trying to catch my breath. Ace had stopped in front of us with his arms out ready to catch me. The boy looked down at me with a blush. I fisted his pants leg in my hands giving him my best pleading look. “Please help me, mister.” I begged he stiffened at my words looking shocked I was asking him for help. Ace froze at that too, giving me a shocked expression. 

We all sat in silence for a few, then the boy swooped me off my feet and into his arms. A look with fierce determination and a challenging smirk played across his lips. Then… He bolted. I squealed as he took off down the hallway and out the door into the front yard or was it a garden. I saw Ace rushing after us and giggled into The boy's shoulder. “Deuce! You traitor!” Ace called out. I felt the boy laugh at the call out of his betrayal. 

“It can't be helped! You saw her face!” The boy who I now know as Deuce called back. “She was too cute!” 

I gave Ace an ornery wave as I tightened my grip on Deuces shoulders. Ace gave a scowl at me but soon replaced it with a smirk. He tried to pick up the pace, though Deuce still seemed to run faster than him. I then saw Aces face drop into what I would assume was horror. Followed by Deuce letting out a gasp and slipping on his own two feet. I yelped as I felt his feet slide under him, letting him land on his butt. He made sure to keep a firm grip on me, even going as far as to place a hand on my head to prevent me from bumping my head. 

“What do you two think you're doing..” I heard someone seeth. I stiffened at the enraged tone, gripping Deuces jacket. Ace had caught up to us and stopped right next to us. 

“We were just playing-” Ace was cut off with a stern voice. 

“You two have yet to do the flamingo enclosure, and your out here playing?” I had finally looked up from Deuce's shoulder to see that it was the red haired boy from earlier. I shivered at the look of anger on his face. “First you cause an accident in your class, then you try to-” I looked down feeling guilty since I was the one who got them in trouble. I pushed off of Deuce, somehow getting out of his tight hold, making Riddle snap his lips shut. I stood in front of both of them, trying to act like a shield while looking down in shame.

“I-Im sorry mister. I was the one who had them play with me. I-If you need to punish me.” I claimed to feel my legs shake. I pulled all my courage to look up and met the red hairs glare. His eyes were wide as saucers and his mouth shut and closed like a fish out of water. Slowly his face turned red. He stood still as a statue and stared at me as if contemplating every life choice he made. Finally after defeating silence he sighed, seeming to relax. He moved his gaze back to Deuce and Ace.

“Go finish the rest of your chores.” He commanded, earning surprised looks from the two boys. He looked back down at me and held out his hand. “You will be coming with me, we need to talk for a bit.” He started, waiting patiently for me to take his hand. I nodded my head, taking his hand. I turned and waved at the two still shocked boys as we walked away. 

~~~~~( third POV)~~~~

The little girl hung her head in shame as she was led through the hallways. Riddle felt a cold sweat run down his neck. Riddle can honestly say he had no clue what to do with her. He didn't have a real childhood like many of his peers, and he knew that not every child would be able to follow the rules that he had abided by in his raising. This meant that he had to control his temper and learn to let some rules go, even though it went against everything he learned. 

He was normally very lenient with her since she was from another world with no knowledge of the rules here, but she had always made an effort into abiding all the ones she could remember and keeping in mind the ones he would explain to her if she broke a rule unknowingly. However a child wouldn’t be able to remember all of them, so with a talk with Trey, as long as there was really no harm he would let it go. 

Finally making it to his room, he opened the door and ushered the young child in. He had asked Trey to bring in some tea and snacks that sat on the small coffee table in front of his chairs. Riddle finally released the girl's hand walking over to pour the tea. 

“Go ahead and have a seat (Name).” Riddle ordered. The little girl who was sure she was in trouble, nodded her head and crawled onto the sofa waiting for her scolding to begin. She looked down at her hands in shame as she waited for him to start, only he never did. She stiffened a little when a tea cup on a saucer blocked her view of her hands. She looked up at Riddle who held out the drink to her. With steady hands she took them into her hands, making sure not to spill anything. She looked back up at him confused at the kind gesture. 

“I suppose I should introduce myself” Though you already know me Riddle fought the urge to say. “I am Riddle Rosehearts, the dorm leader of this dorm. For the next few days and nights you will be staying here and sleeping in my room. Some of the students have offered to let you tag along with them during classes. So you wont be alone.” He explained, taking a sip of his tea. His eyes drifted to the still confused girl. She bobbed her head up and down to show that she understood him. “Trey told me I should inform you that I can be a little…… strict when it comes to rules… But I will try too be lenient and let some things go since these rules will seem… odd to you.”  Riddle tried to explain in a slow but easy manner. 

“Rules? But aren't there rules for a reason?” She asked, tilting her head.

“EXACTLY!!” Riddle exclaimed, making the child jump in surprise. He stared at her awkwardly then moved back to cough into his hand. “It's more… tradition for this dorm. So there is no need to worry about it.” He explained. The girl nodded still startled. She finally tilted her head at him confused.

“So mister Riddle… You're not mad at me?” She asked. He looked at her confused at the question. 

“No, why would I be?” 

“Well, you were really mad when we were playing earlier…” She explained. It was Riddle's turn to jump a little. He placed his saucer down as he recalled that he never explained that situation, though he would have to jump over special information.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding. I was more upset with Deuce and Ace for dodging their punishment. You see they put someone I care about in a bind due to their negligence. I MEAN SOMEONE WHO IS IMPORTANT TO MANY PEOPLE IN A BIND!!” Riddle corrected the last part as he realized he admitted out loud he cared for the perfect, though she had no clue she was the person. 

“Oh…” She said, looking at him in understanding. 

“A-Anyways dinner will be ready before too long, go wash up!” Riddle stood feeling his nerves rattle around. She looked at him then down at the tea she had yet to touch. She chugged it down and slid off the sofa to place it on the coffee table. She let her eyes linger on the cookies on the try, hesitantly looking up at him.

“Be for that… c-can I have a cookie?” She asked. Riddle felt his mouth form a no, but stopped himself. It was like a wave of trauma washed over him. He stood there, living every moment his mother told him he was not allowed to have any sweets or anything that was considered not healthy. Every smoke on his hand, Every time he was forced to sit at his desk  to work on a problem or think over his actions that were wrong in his mothers eyes. His hands trembled and he bit into his lip to keep from having a wail leave his throat. 

A hand. 

A small hand grabbed his arm and held on tight. He blinked his wide eyes still holding the trauma that he was reliving. The small girl stared up at him, worried swimming in her expressful eyes. He gave him a gentle nudge, making his legs buckle under his weight. However she had him pushed against the chair he was once sitting on. She crawled up next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. All those horrible memories faded away as the warmth of her arms brought comfort to his shocked heart. He sat there silently as he regained his composure. His breath that he had not noticed he was holding started to come out in slow and even breaths. 

Once his brain started to catch up he wondered what happened. He has told many people no before. It was a common word he used for the troublesome duo, why was it so different all of a sudden. He then looked at the girl who still held him in her small arms as if protecting him. Maybe it was because he was saying no to a child?  (Name) Finally pulled away from him, noticing he had calmed down. 

“Are you feeling better?” She asked in a small voice. She stroked his hair as if comforting a child. He then came to the understanding that this was not the first time comforting someone. She analyzed the situation and his person and acted how she thought fit. No child should be able to react like that. 

“H…have you done this before?” He asked. The girl gave him a small nod.

“When anyone mentions daddy to mommy… she gets the same look in her eyes you do. Hugging her and letting her sit helps….” She explained, still stroking his hair. He felt his body droop a little, this time wrapping his arms around her to get an extra grounding. The small child did not complain or say anything to make him pull away, she wrapped her arms around in return and leaned into him. 

“That's…. Not something I would have expected….” He muttered, trying to finish gathering his thoughts. He felt the child let out a tired sigh, but not say another word. He already knew she had suffered quite a few loses in her life, from her father, then her trust, than her mother. But he didn't know what happened to her after the passing of her father. Not once has she brought it up or pushed blame onto her mother. However as an adult she was never one to bring up much about herself without being asked. That seems to be similar to her as a child. Someone who had to learn to be sympathetic and selfless at a young age. Someone who gave up their childish mind at a young age to please others. Someone…. Who was starting to seem similar to him in many more aspects, yet different in their own situation. They both just held each other, enjoying the human contact the silent comfort they got from the other. 

‘Knock Knock” 

“Riddle, you guys ready to go get dinner?” Trey’s voice came from the other side of the door. The second a knock hit the door, Riddle stiffened, but when he heard Treys voice he relaxed, knowing that Trey would not enter without permission. He pulled back, coughing into his hand to get the nerves out of his voice.

“Yes, we are coming.” Riddle called out, cursing the quiver in his voice. The child pulled away letting him have his space. She reached over for the tea, pouring him a cup and handing it to him, hoping that it would make him feel better. Out of every rule in the book, from the way she poured it and failed to place three cubes of sugar in it, he could not turn down her kind offer. He took the cup and took a sip, earning a gentle smile from the young girl. He fought the horrible feeling of breaking the rules and downed the tea like a champ. Once finished he stood up, taking the (Name) into his arms and walking to the door to go have dinner. 

[deadguydeathmatch]

Welcome to the Dead Guy Death Match Elimination Round!

Due to the broad nature of death as a concept, most of the submitted characters only received a few votes each causing a massive tie. I figured the fairest way to sort out this issue would be to hold an elimination round to let you guys vote on who you want to make it into the bracket.

There will be two elimination rounds the first of which will start on Monday the 3rd of April at 3pm BST and the second will start on Saturday the 8th of April at 3pm BST.

Elimination Round 1 will feature polls of 5 or 6 unrelated characters (all of the matchups were generated randomly) for you to vote on. The lowest voted character will be eliminated and all of the remaining options will progress to the bracket.

Elimination Round 2 will feature polls of differing numbers of characters from the same or similar media and only the highest ranked character among them will progress to the bracket, all of the others will be eliminated.

Both sets of polls will last 24 hours.

I've tried my best to only include official images for all of the characters on the polls but I'm not familiar with every series listed so, when the polls go up, if you notice I've used a fanart or cosplay image without permission or credit please let me know and I'll add credit and correct it for any future appearances of that character.

The matchups are listed under the read more and hyperlinked to the polls

I apologise if I’ve accidentally spelled something wrong or used a wrong name for something, I’m not familiar with every series listed.

There will be spoilers for many series ahead.

Round 1-

Poll 1-

Leif- Bug Fables

Claire Foley- Professor Layton

Magne- My Hero Academia

Koki Kariya- The World Ends With You

Matsuri Kanroji- Demon Slayer

Tiso- Hollow Knight

Poll 2-

Polly Geist- Monster Prom

Beetlejuice- Beetlejuice

Kim Namwoon- Omnicient Reader’s Viewpoint

King Arthur- King Arthur

Chidi Anagonye- The Good Place

Duncan- Dragon Age

Poll 3-

Breakdown- Transformers

Varl- Horizon

Captain Orimar Vale- Skyjacks Podcast

Deep Throat- The X-Files

Connor Murphy- Dear Evan Hansen

Poll 4-

Catherine Earnshaw- Wurthering Heights

Johannes Cabal- Horst Cabal

Mr Boddy- Clue

Galivar Kholin- Stormlight Archive

Seth Gordon- All For The Game

Poll 5-

Jay Gatsby- The Great Gatsby

Billy Loomis- Scream

Esmeralda- The Hunchback of Norte Dame Novel

Kili- The Hobbit

Charles Vane- Black Sails

Poll 6-

Ned Stark- Game of Thrones

Hua Cheng- Heaven’s Official Blessing

Skelly- Hades

Nate- Levarage

Owen Carvour- Spies Are Forever

Poll 7-

Andre Grandier- Rose Of Versailles

Ash Lynx- Banana Fish

Jade Irinka- Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish Granting Engine

Hugo Oak- Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Evelyn Hooper- Less is Morgue

Poll 8-

Pandora Hearts- Xerxes Break

Bow- Inanimate Insanity

Sam Cortland- Throne of Glass

Matoro- Bionicle

Tigerstar- Warrior Cats

Poll 9-

Deadman- DC Comics

Bunny Corcoran- The Secret History

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight- Saw

Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne- The Inheritance Games

La Signora- Genshin Impact

Poll 10-

Erik- The Phantom of the Opera

Diggory Graves- Hello from the Hallowoods

Max- Sam and Max

Nicholas D Wolfwood- Trigun

Pip Pirrip- South Park

Poll 11-

Pedro Madrigal- Encanto

Midori- Your Turn To Die

Charles Foster Kane- Citizen Kane

Rufus Emeterio- They Both Die at the End

Tuuri- Stand Still Stay Silent

Poll 12-

Manny Calavera- Grim Fandango

Howard Hamlin- Better Call Saul

Tanya McQuoid- White Lotus

Diallos Hoslow- Elden Ring

Sayaka Miki- Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Poll 13-

Meiji “Menma” Honma- Anoha: The Flower We Saw That Day

Chiyoko Fujiwara- Millenium Actress

Mari- Omori

Simon Karin- Pathologic

Lee Everett- The Walking Dead

Poll 14-

Rachel Amber- Life is Strange

Jason Grace- Riordanverse

Violet Harmon- American Horror Story

Vylad Ro’Meave- Minecraft Diaries

Chara- Undertale

Poll 15-

River Song- Doctor Who

Queen Serenity- Sailor Moon

Sliver of Straw- Rain World

Manny- Swiss Army Man

Mr Nobody- Transistor

Poll 16-

Shizu- Slime Tensei

Michael Afton- Five Nights at Freddy’s

Neil Perry- Dead Poet’s Society

Silhouette- Watchmen comics

Garret Jacob Hobbs- Hannibal

Poll 17-

Junpei Yoshino- Jujitsu Kaisen

Okudera- Yakuza 5

Shinichiro Sano- Tokyo Revengers

Yuri Nakamura- Angel Beats

Emily- Corpse Bride

Round 2-

The Owl House-

Flapjack

Caleb Wittebane

Star Wars-

Kanan Jarrus

Obi Wan Kenobi

Fives

Torchwood-

Owen Harper

Ianto Jones

Ace Attorney-

Mia Fey

Deid Mann

Critical Role-

Laudna

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Star Trek-

Jennifer Sisko

Spock

Tasha Yar

Hamlet-

Hamlet

Ophelia

Dracula-

Quincey Morris

Dracula

Marvel-

Loki

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Final Fantasy-

Haurchefant

Aerith Gainsborough

Ysale Dangulain

The Last Of Us-

Joel Miller

Sarah Miller

Riley Abel

The Vampire Diaries-

Nora Hildegard

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Avatar: The Last Airbender-

Avatar Kyoshi

Avatar Roku

Jet

Hatoful Boyfriend-

Nageki Fujishiro

Ryuuji Kawara

Black Butler-

Grelle Sutcliffe

Angelina Dalles

How To Train Your Dragon-

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock 2

Stoick The Vast

Les Miserables-

Gavroche Thenardier

Eponine Thenardier

Supernatural-

John Winchester

Castiel

Buffy The Vampire Slayer-

Jenny Calender

Tara Maclay

Arcane-

Silco

Vander

Infinity Train-

Tuba

Simon Laurant

Sally Face-

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ghosts-

Pat Butcher

Pete Martino

[multifandomfanficss]

Pippin x Reader

Killjoys

Changing Chapters

Prompt: This fic follows the events of Reckoning Ball. The reader has had a crush on Pip since the fist time he helped them and she’s excited to see him on the ship again until a Hullen prisoner escapes.

Warnings: You are an orphan

A/N: Okay, but I had no idea those things were called hand trucks until I wrote this. Also here’s another Pippin fic because he is underappreciated and I couldn’t find a single reader insert for him anywhere!!

You walked into the room to find Zeph, Dutch, and Dav having a conversation on how to get the Hullen’s false information that will save Dutch. Things had been pretty tense around here lately because of the oncoming war led by Dutch’s doppelgänger Aneela. Well, to be fair Dutch was technically Annela’s doppelgänger, but whatever. We needed to stop this bitch. “I think I know someone who could help with that memory swap” Dutch says with a smile. “Yeah, me too” D’avin agrees. “Wait...are you guys thinking of who I’m thinking of?” A slight blush comes to your cheeks at just the thought of getting to see him again. “I’ll go get Pippin” Dav says before heading out. “You don’t need the sack!” Dutch calls after him. “Oh, I’m bringing the sack!” Dav yells back as he laughs. I dash after him. “So, uh D’avin...do you need any help?” You ask. “You only call me by my full name if I’m in trouble or you want something. What do you want?” He asks. “I just wanted to know if you needed any help” You inform him. He doesn’t believe you. “No, I’m good” He tells you. “Are you sure?” You ask. “I think I can handle Pippin Foster on my own” He laughs. Your heart skips a beat when you hear his name. I see the wheels start to turn in Dav’s head. “No...No!” Dav starts. “Not him, (Y/N). Why him? Of all people. Pippin Foster? Really? That’s weirder than Delle Seyah carrying my baby” He says. You’re broken out of your embarrassment by confusion. “What?” You ask. “It’s a long story I’ll explain it later” He tells you. “Anyway, no I don’t need any help. You should stay back and help Dutch. I’ll be back with Mr. Perfect soon” He teases me. “Shut up!” You yell at him. “I swear to gods D’avin Jacobis if you tell anyone about this I will personally feed you to Delle Seyah...she is eating for two ya know” You tell him. He gives you a wide eyed face and pretends to be scared. You both laugh. “Go help Dutch. I’ll tell you as soon as we get back” He promises. “Deal” You smile and walk back to help Dutch. You can’t stop smiling. You hadn’t seen Pip in weeks. The last time you actually saw him was when Dav and Dutch kidnapped him to get a weapon to fight the Hullen and infiltrate one of their bases. Pip was a flirtatious, affluent, idiot with a big mouth, but he was cute, funny, and brave. Most people thought he was annoying, but you couldn’t help, but feel butterflies whenever you heard his name.

Not long after he had left Dav was already back with Pippin. You were helping Dutch escort a Hullen prisoner when you got the alert. Your excitement was the only thing that kept you from cringing as you watched Dutch stab a knife through the prisoner’s neck. You knew it was necessary, but it was still gross. Knowing that the prisoner was paralyzed was the only thing keeping you from being petrified of her. When you had gotten back with the prisoner the boys had already gone again. You wanted to go with them, but Dav said they had to go to a place he wasn’t comfortable bringing you. He wouldn’t explain much more.

By the time they got back they had some weird helmet thing. It had spikes on it and you could only assume that’s what would be helping with the memory stuff. “Well, hello ladies. Long time no see” Pip says very awkwardly as he stumbles onto Lucy. “Pippin, always a pleasure” Dutch says sarcastically. You can’t hold back and a giggle escapes your mouth. “At least somebody here is happy to see me” Pip says to you. You blush. “Okay, so how does this thing work?” Dav interrupts. “I think I just have to put it on and if I press this button I’ll be able to record whatever I see. Then once we plug my memories into the Hullen they should believe it” Pip explains. “Yeah, well, they better” Dutch tells him. You enter the kitchen and get to work on making some memories.

You sit on the kitchen counter next to Pippin as you watch Dav and Dutch try to act out a fake conversation. Pip stops them to critique every aspect of their performance. He’s not wrong. It’s awful. “You guys need to get it together. This looks so bad and if you want the Hullen to believe you, then you guys have to start showing some emotion” You tell them. “Thank you!” Pip says as he gestures to me. You start to blush, but he has his back to you so he doesn’t notice. You look at Dutch and she looks at you as if she knows. Meanwhile Pip is trying to fix how Dav is moving his hands. You have to hold back laugher due to how stupid that helmet looks. Dav gets confused and embarrassed about his acting. The whole thing is very funny. After he finishes lecturing, Pip comes to stand next to you again. When they start again this time Dutch speaks from the heart. Dav gets lost in it and he starts to act like himself again.

After finally getting the perfect shot you move to the next room and you watch Pip set up the helmet for the Hullen prisoner. You wait with Pip and Dutch for Dav. You watch as Dav pulls up with the prisoner strapped to a hand truck. She had always freaked you out. You had never liked the Hullen. You especially didn’t like this Hullen. She did kill your entire family after all. That’s why you were with the killjoys in the first place. “How did you know it was my birthday? You even got me my own little boy to chew on!” She says in her usually bitchy tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Pippin asks. “Come a little closer and I’ll show you” She says in her bitter voice. I was ready to fry this bitch. “I can’t wait to send you to the deepest pit of hells” You tell her. You don’t exactly know where your confidence is coming from, but you can’t take it back. “Oh, I’ll see you there darling” She informs me. You suddenly feel a shiver go through your body. You feel uneasy so you take a step closer to Pippin. You hope he doesn’t notice. “Behave” Dutch tells her as Dav puts the helmet on the prisoner’s head. “We’ve got a few tests to run” Dutch explains. “You ran all sorts on me in the brig” She says with a fake smile. Dutch uses a tranquilizer to knock her out and just like that she’s asleep. “It’s showtime” Pip says looking at the monitor. He looks down at you and smiles as he hits a couple buttons. You can feel the blush on your cheeks, so you pretend not to notice as you keep your eyes glued to the screen. The ‘memory’ starts to play. “My voice doesn’t sound like that” Dav complains. You and Pip try to refrain from laughing at him. “Does it?” He asks. Pip hits a button and suddenly the video disappears. “What happened?” You ask. “I don’t know. The tech is super prototypey. Hold on” He says as he starts to mess with buttons on the screen. Then you hear laughter coming from behind you. You get the uneasy feeling again and take a step behind Pippin. You turn around to see the Hullen prisoner awake. “Like that’s not creepy” You say quietly. Pippin puts a hand on your arm as if to say it’s okay and you blush like crazy. You hope he doesn’t notice. “Aw. Were you trying to noodle with my noggin?” She asks. Dutch and Dav look at each other with concern. You can’t help, but worry and wonder how she was able to withstand that tranquilizer. She should be paralyzed and asleep right now. You feel your breath catch in the back of your throat. ”What are we gonna do?” You ask. “What are we gonna do?” She mocks you. Pip moves his hand to your back. Your breathing starts to get heavier. You’re nervous and you don’t want him to see you like this. “I need to go to the bathroom!” You blurt out in an unexpectedly loud voice.

You speed walk to the bathroom, lock yourself inside, and sit on the floor against the door as you try to keep back the tears. You hear a knock on the door. “Somebody’s in here!” You shout through the door. Your voice comes out shakier than you wish. “(Y/N), it’s Pippin. Are you okay?” You hear through the door. Shit. “Yeah, I’m fine” You tell him. “You’ve been in there are really long time. You looked like you were a little nervous back there” He informs me. “I’ll be out in a minute I’m just doing...girl...stuff...” You come up with a terrible lie. “You know I can see through the crack between the door and the floor that you’re sitting in front of the door right? Your body is blocking the light from coming out” He informs me. You get embarrassed. “Pippin Foster...are you spying on me in the bathroom?” You ask, your voice dripping with sarcasm. He gives a small laugh. “Please unlock the door, (Y/N)” He begs. You stand up and unlock the door. You open it and take a step back for him to come in. “What’s wrong?” He asks me. He drops his cool guy act and shows genuine concern for you. Your breathing becomes heavier as you work up the courage to tell him about your family. You feel your breath catch in your the back of your throat again. Suddenly you can’t breathe as you feel tears start to swell up in your eyes. Pippin puts a hand on your shoulder. “Everything will be okay. We’ll figure this whole memory thing out and-” He’s interrupted when you burst into tears. He pulls you into his arms. “Shhh shhh it’s okay. It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s okay” He rubs small circles into your back in an effort to calm you down. When you finally get your breathing under control Pip pulls away a little bit and wipes your tears. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” He tells you. You want to tell him. “S-she killed my whole f-family” You barley get it out between hiccups. Pippin looks at you with concern. He keeps one hand on your shoulder and takes your hand in his other hand. He rubs small circles over your hand with his thumb. “If this all goes wrong and I lose Dutch-“ You break out into another sob. “(Y/N), Dutch is strong. She’ll get through this. She promised me once that she would never get me into something she couldn’t get me out of. Ever since then I’ve trusted that she would keep me safe. I know that she’s going to keep you safe from that Hullen and she’s going to save the world in the process. She’s Dutch! Nothing can stop her” He reminds you. You nod. You know he’s right. You take a deep breath. “I could use your help back there if you want” He tells you. “Dutch is gonna tranq her again. She won’t be awake. She won’t be able to move, she won’t be able to talk to you” He assures you. You nod. He wraps you into another hug and places a kiss on the top of your head. Your blush comes back.

You walk out of the bathroom and back to the room where Dutch and Dav are messing with some Hullen goo. You stand to the side as Dav memory jumps through the Hullen’s mind and Pip replaces the memory. “You better not pee on me” Dutch says as she sticks the prisoner’s hand into the bowl of goo and just like that the memory is streamlined through the Hullen consciousness. Now every Hullen around will think the fake memory is real.

Dav and Dutch head to the kitchen and leave you and Pippin to babysit the monster. Pip starts complaining under his breath about how they left us to babysit. You start to giggle quietly to yourself. He is so cute. “They treat us like slaves, Lucy, not people” He says with a sigh. “I’m a computer, Pippin, I’m better than a person” She responds. You start to laugh. He looks at you and then continues to try to defend himself. “Okay, easy now. I’m sure you’re very special, but being human we have this kind of...inherent awareness that’s just-“ Pippin is cut off by Lucy. “Are you aware that the prisoner is awake?” She asks. You feel your heart drop. You turn around to see the Hullen prisoner is in fact awake. “Pippin...” You say quietly. He turns around, looks back at the monitor, looks to you, and then looks back at the prisoner “Hi-“ He says as if this is JUST FINE. THIS IS NOT FINE. You start to freak out. “What did you do to me?” She asks. “Pippin, I can alert Dutch” Lucy informs him. “No...no...um” He looks back at you as you start to panic. “I can handle this” He says to Lucy. You know he means for his words to calm you down as well. “Morning. You should be asleep little lady. Um...I can fix this” He says as he turns back to the monitors. You move closer to him, but you don’t take your eyes off of her. “Pippin, please do something” You beg him. You can feel the fear bubbling up inside. You know that without Dav and Dutch you guys don’t have a chance. “It’s gonna be okay, (Y/N). I promise” He says looking through the medical equipment. “You really shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep” She laughs. “Pippin, do you know what happens to a knife the longer it’s been sitting in spinal fluid?” She asks. “That’s an oddly specific question” He responds. “It gets wet and slippery and then it falls out” She answers. Pip puts a hand on your back “Stay over here” He tells you before walking behind the prisoner. “Shit” He says quietly. “(Y/N), stay over there” He repeats. Then you see her move. She gets out of her restraints and walks behind him. “Pippin!” You yell. “I believe that belongs to me” She says before hitting him in the head. “Pippin!” You scream. “Pippin!” She mocks you. You start to breathe heavier. “Don’t think I don’t know who you are” She tells me. “You may be older now, but I still remember you” She smiles. You keep backing up slowly until you hit the monitor. You almost knock it over. She picks up the helmet. “You do seem very fond of him” She starts. “But I need him for something” She adds. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t still have some fun” She tells you before strapping the helmet to your head. Then she hits a couple switches.

Everything is darker. The ship is in shambles. You see Pippin lying on the floor. The Hullen prisoner walks up to him and picks him up off the floor. Then she stabs him over and over again with a piece of the broken ship. “NO! PIPPIN!” You scream. You try to run to him, but your body is frozen. You’re incapable of moving even the smallest amount. You’re forced to stand there and watch as the life leaves his body. “Why are you doing this?!” You cry. “Because I want to see you lose everything you’ve ever cared about. You will lose it all...and that’s a promise” She laughs.

“PIPPIN!” You wake up screaming and hyperventilating. You somehow ended up on the couch. The ship is still in shambles. You start to cry. Everyone you care about is dead. She killed them all. “Hey, hey, hey, hey...shhh it’s okay. I’m here” You here Pippin’s voice as he approaches the couch. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his arms. “B-b-but she killed you” You barley get out between sobs. You still can’t breathe. “She used the AR helmet on you. I’m okay. Dutch and Dav are okay” You look around to see that everything is still a wreck. “Where is she?” You ask. “She’s dead. It’s over. You’re safe now” He tells me. It’s over. It’s finally over. You begin to cry harder. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He repeats for you as he rubs your back. “It’s okay. I’m here and I’m not leaving you” He promises you. “I talked to Dutch. You guys need me. I’m staying” He tells you. You start to feel a little better. You can finally start to breathe again. You take a look around the ship and start to wonder why it still looks like this if everything was just a fake memory. “Pippin?” You get his attention. “Yeah?” He asks. “What happened to the ship?” You ask. He starts to laugh nervously. “It’s kind of a funny story-“ He is cut off by Lucy. “Pippin crashed me” She tells you. “You what?!” You ask laughing. “Thanks, Lucy!” He thanks the computer sarcastically. You smile and snuggle in closer to Pip. The last chapter has finally closed. You can move on. You feel safe moving on as long as Pippin is around.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Time for us to take care of you; Queen x teen reader (platonic)

*Author’s note*

This was a request from my Wattpad and this is also a cute little platonic fic in honor of Brian’s birthday (since in this fic I kinda lean towards Brian here in favorite band member) now this one’s a little different because here and as warning we’ve got you being the assistant for Paul Prenter (UGGGGHHHH!!! DX) but have no fear, the crazy queenies will save you from his tyranny! And you shall find out soon.

So besides the warning for Prenter, there’s fluff, swearing, situation regarding migraines.

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I was going through some files trying to get everything that Paul told me to organize properly and have ready for Mr. Reid while they all went over to meet with Ray Foster, the record producer for the band.  God even though he’s my ‘boss’ I wish that he would do his own work instead of handing it down to me, especially when I hear Mr. Reid telling him to do this certain task but the second he goes away, he just places the work right on my desk just before I would clock out sometimes.

I paused my work and rubbed my face as I groaned tiredly before placing my chin on top of my hands as my elbows were leaned up against my desk.  Suddenly I felt hands cover my eyes and I let out a small squeak but before I could fight back, a voice said in my ear.

“No, no, no darling no peeking you cheeky thing.”

“Freddie what are you doing?”

“You ask so many questions darling.” I waited for a moment before saying,

“Can I look now?”

“Hold on, not yet.”

“Now can I look?”

“Ever the impatient teenager, thinks work is better than being spoiled. Especially by us, wouldn’t you agree Deacy?” I heard Roger’s voice say.

“Yes indeed. She works much too hard.”

“Alright Fred uncover her eyes, it’s ready.” Brian’s voice spoke up and the second Freddie’s hands uncovered my eyes, I saw before me a tray of food and a cup of my favorite flavor of tea.

“Aww you guys.” I said as I twirled around in my chair and turned to face them.

“You just work so hard love and we know you probably didn’t have time for lunch. So after the meeting with Foster, we slipped past Reid and Prenter and got you your favorite.” Brian explained.

“Ohhh you guys do too much for me. I should be doing stuff like this for you.”

“You do too much of that already. Time we did something for you for a change. Get your mind off of work for once.” Roger said as he playfully ruffled my hair. I shoved his hand away from my head and tried to readjust my hair before I reached for the fried rice first and asked them.

“So, how did the meeting go?” I know I shouldn’t be asking questions like these but throughout these past 8 months since I got this second job to get some extra money for—personal reasons (please don’t ask), the boys of Queen had really become like a second family to me.

Even though they’re bigshot rockstars who most people would believe wouldn’t care much about people who help them behind the scenes, the lads had been nothing but supportive of me.  As a young 15 year old assistant, this whole lifestyle can be intimidating but thanks to John Deacon or as I had the privilege of referring him by his nickname “Deacy”, he’s helped me out by pulling me aside whenever the scene got too hectic especially for someone my age.

If you had to ask me who I’d pick as a favorite it’s really hard to choose but if I really had to and I hope and pray the guys never hear about this but I would have to say it’d be Brian May.  Not because of his rockstar abilities or just due to the fact that he’s the guitarist of this famed group.  No I’m talking about the Brian May fascinator of the stars and the rights of animals.

See once I get to University I’ve always had an interest in becoming a veterinarian but not just for domestic pets, but exotic animals as well.  When I was just 9 years old I saw a family of hedgehogs nesting in my mum’s garden and for weeks on end I helped fed them and made sure the family dog Yaz never went near the nest as to not harm or scare the mama hedgehog and her babies away.  And when Brian first heard about my dream, he was so proud of me that he even gave me an offer.

He vowed that one day if he ever got the chance to run his own little ‘animal safe house’ I would be his personal veterinarian for all sick, injured or orphaned animals he would take in.  We began to bond over our love for the animals and we both shared that the laws of Britain should change on animal rights.  It’s cruel and inhumane that badger baiting is still performed here in the UK even though its illegal. One day Bri and I hope to change that, to make sure that all people that still do stuff like that is truly put to justice no matter what animal they harm.  

Now I won’t say that I either do or do not like it; but in secret when it’s just us two, he sometimes likes to call me his little ‘fox kit’ because he always compared my cuteness to a baby fox kit.

And of course there’s Roger and Freddie.  The two famed troublemakers as I like to call them.  But even with their high energy and true rock and roll spirits, they like to have their quiet moments.  Like I’ve cat-sit for Freddie before and got to go over to his flat to meet them (all of them) as well as his lovely lady Mary Austin.  While Roger and I like to have some talks about cars and boats.

I knew a thing or two about cars thanks to my uncle who owns a mechanic shop in downtown London.  He’s taught me a thing or two about fixing engines, changing a tire so I’m not like most women who just seem to want to sit there in the middle of nowhere in their short jean pants that barely cover their buts and crop-tops waiting for someone to come to their rescue.  Hell I even once got to change one of the tour buses tires when Deacy or any other of the roadies couldn’t seem to get it.

And of course when it comes to fashion, these two try to take me with them when it came to their shopping trips and try to get me in the most outlandish and insane clothes that even I thought were ridiculous.  But I enjoyed spending time with them, plus seeing them make fools of themselves is always a good way for some juicy blackmail should the time ever arise.

“Well we’ve got the approval for the new record.” Deacy said.

“Really? That’s amazing. Congrats guys!”

“Yes. However there is a catch.” Brian added.

“What is it?” I asked worriedly.

“Unlike any other album, they’re sending us out of London. Actually far from any distractions. We’re going to a recording studio called what—Stone farm?” Roger said.

“Rockfield farm studio Roger dear.” Freddie pipped in.  Oh wow.

Now that is a long away from here, actually it’s out of England far.  I’m told that studio is located in the intense farm country of Wales.  Pure agriculture and not rural location.

“You guys have any idea how long you’ll be gone for?” I asked.

“Foster’s giving us a nine week deadline.” Brian answered.

“Oh.”

“Well there’s no need to be sad darling. You’ll be coming with us.” Freddie said as he lightly patted my shoulder.

“What?”

“Oh come on (y/n). Did you really think we’d leave you behind for nine weeks. We’d go mad without you around.” Roger said.

“Honestly I think we’ll try to murder each other without you there to keep us in check.” Deacy answered bluntly.

“But—but I….guys I’m honored you’d think I should go with you to this recording studio but unfortunately Paul’s my boss and I don’t go anywhere unless he tells me it’s okay.”

“Oh no need for that darling. I gave him a full rundown on why you should come along with us and he gladly accepted the reasons.” Freddie said.

Honestly Fred I know why he said he’d take me and it wasn’t because of your reasons. Yes I am well aware of how my boss looks at the frontman of Queen and let me tell you I’m not saying this as ‘unnatural’ for a man to love another man.  I just worry for Freddie’s safety.  

I knew Paul was no good, I don’t even see why he would even advert for an assistant when he hardly gives me the time of day and belittles me every day.

“Okay well there’s also my mum. You….you know how conservative I’ve told you all she is. I doubt she’d let someone my age who with a bunch of guys twice my age to Wales all on her own.”

“We can assure her that no harm shall come to her beloved daughter. Even if we have to chain ourselves to her car in order to prove our point.” Roger said.

“Please say you’ll come with us darling. Please?” Freddie said as he placed his hand on top of my shoulder, looking at me with pleading eyes even through his shades. I set my rice down and said.

“I don’t know guys……”

“Well we know there’s one surefire way to get you to say yes darling.” Oh bugger not again.

I felt both John and Roger’s hands grip both my wrists pulling me out of my seat and I was soon sandwiches between them.  Their arms imprisoning me between them making sure that I wouldn’t get out.

“Still don’t want to change your mind darling? You’ve already gotten the approval might as well take it.” Said Fred.

“I—I—”

“Still not wanting to go I see? Well Roger, Deacy time to step it up my darlings.”

“Awww no not the bunny nose! Deacy please it’s—oh not the double bunny nose!” The famed Queen sandwich plus bunny nose tactic.  Whenever the boys really wanted me to join in on something but I’d try to get out of it, no matter which combo they did.  

Two members would sandwich me in their arms while on either cheek I would feel their noses twitch like a bunny giving me bunny kisses, but if I still refused then I would get passed on to the next combo of whomever was left.

“Ohh please I can’t take it! It’s too cute when I get you both doing it!”

“Then say you’ll come or you’ll get it from Brian and I.”

“Okay! Okay I’ll come, I’ll come.” They all cheered and of course Roger and Deacy began kissing me all over my face and head as Brian and Freddie now came in to complete a royal Queen group hug as they liked to call it with me at the center. “When do we leave?”

“First thing tomorrow morning.”  Well hopefully I can convince my mum to let me go.

With the help of Brian and Deacy (since they were the most responsible of the band, and at this point Deacy was about to become a father at this point since his wife and soulmate Veronica was pregnant so hearing a future parent talk with a current parent seemed a bit easier to understand. Instead of four adult rockstars asking a teen girl to come along with them for her job) my mum allowed me to go.

I spent the next few hours packing and ended up getting about 5 hours of sleep since the cab I would be taking was coming around 6am to pick me up.  My mum kissed me goodbye the next morning and made me promise to call her every single day and night when I got up and before I went to bed.

Finally after a long 3hr. drive we finally arrived.  And let me tell you Rockfield farm definitely lived up to its name.  As I was helping with the unpacking of the band’s stuff Roger was the first one out of the car wearing his fur coat and shades as he said.

“Recording studio?”

“Well the idea was to get away from all distractions.” Paul answered as he held two suitcases in hand.  I grabbed one of the suitcases but as I walked around the car, I slipped on some mud and nearly fell to the ground had it not been for Freddie managing to catch me in time.

“Thanks Fred.”

“No need for thank yous darling. Need any help?”

“No, no I’ve got it.”

“(Y/n) I ain’t paying you to stand around and sell yourself out. Take that suitcase into the studio over there while I show the lads their rooms.” Paul snapped. Dude you hardly pay me at all.

“Yes Mr. Prenter.” I said as I headed in the opposite direction and set the heavy suitcase down.  For the next couple of hours I was helping unload the guys’ guitars, amps, and drumkit into the recording building.  

And of course Paul insisted that since I would figure out cars and talk about stuff that no other girls talk about then I’d have no problem unloading everything, so I was left alone unloading everything without the guys’ knowledge. Paul also had me set up Roger’s kit and have Brian’s guitars all set up and ready for him when it came time to record tomorrow.

By the time everything was set up and I was finally able to leave the studio I turned to see that the sun was just setting.  I walked in to see everyone gathered at the dinner table just finishing up their supper.

“Oh there you are love, we were wondering what was keeping you.” Paul made sure to keep his eyes locked right at me.  Because he had threatened me once that if I ever told the guys of how ‘overworked’ he was giving me, he’d fire me and make sure that I would never be admitted into another Queen concert again.

“Just—thought I’d look outside at the marvelous view we’ve got. I know you guys are gonna have a lot of time to write here.” I said.

“I will admit it defiantly provides no distractions.” Brian said.

“Well I’m gonna give Veronica a call and then probably head to bed.”

“Yeah I think I’ll hit the sack myself.” Roger agreed.

“True my darlings, we’ll take an early start tomorrow.” Freddie said.  With that the guys all decided to turn in for the night.

“(Y/n).” I turned to see Brian still at the table with a plate of fresh food. “Managed to save you a plate.”

“Brian you are my angel, thank you.” I said as I sat down.

“Next time don’t get too lost staring out into the fields, okay. Even you must eat my little fox kit.” I groaned at the nickname and playfully slapped his arm as he laughed softly. “Now eat and don’t stay up too late. Goodnight love.”

“Night Bri.” I said as he kissed the top of my head before heading towards his room. “Oh hang on, we weren’t clearly told. Where’s your room going to be at?” Actually I have no idea. Paul never mentioned a room for me.

“I’ll—I’ll talk to Paul after I talk to my mum. Don’t worry Bri I’m sure my room’s here somewhere.” He looked at me skeptically and said.

“Well just so you know in case he has you sleeping on that dirty old couch, you can always come up to my room. It’s the first door on the right. It doesn’t matter what time you come in, just wake me up and I’ll make room for you, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks Bri. Goodnight.”

“G’night love. Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams.” He then proceeded up the stairs.  After I finished up my dinner, Paul soon came in from the bathroom and I asked him.

“Excuse me, Mr. Prenter.” God I hated calling him that. “Where will I be sleeping at while I’m here?”

“Oh sorry (y/n), but I’m afraid all the rooms have been reserved by the band, Rory and myself.”

“So there’s—no more rooms?”

“Afraid not. But there’s always the couch. Unless you don’t think you can handle staying here, you can always go back to your mum’s place and I’ll tell the lads you were homesick and couldn’t handle being away from your sick mum for too long.” God I really hated it when he used my mum against me.

“The couch will be fine. Goodnight Mr. Prenter.”

“Goodnight lass, and be sure to have breakfast up and cooked by the time we all wake up. As part of the agreement you’ll be making all the meals from now on during our stay here.”

“Very well sir.” I stated.  Paul sneered a grin before heading upstairs to his room.  I put my dish away and headed to the living room to see my suitcase there on the old, soiled (probably mold or cat piss), torn apart, dusty red couch. It hardly looked like it would fit me and as I lay down on it, it already felt lumpy and I swore something was poking me in the back.

Heading into the bathroom I changed into my pajamas but as I stepped out, it was freezing cold.  God I guess summers out here in Wales just get cold.  I raced towards the couch and tried my best to cover myself up with the blanket but it was so think layered and holes that I was barely able to keep warm.

This was gonna be a long night.

By the time it was morning, I was shivering and my neck and back were in pure agony.

“I thought I said to have breakfast ready before I awoke?” I groaned and peered an eye open to see Paul standing over me.

“You said—to have it by the time the guys woke up.”

“And by that I meant Roy and myself. There are two hungry men waiting for their breakfast. Now get off your arse and movie it lassie.” I slowly stood up and felt my head pounding as I tried to ease up the tension in my muscles.

“Can I at least call my mum? I forgot to do that last night.”

“I’m not paying you to gossip band secrets to your mum. Now go and get breakfast ready or I’ll have a cab come and get you for being so incompetent.” He threatened me. I looked at him and he glared down at me with those icy, soulless eyes of his.

“Very well Mr. Prenter. What would you all like to have for breakfast?” He grinned down at me knowing that he had won the battle.

When the guys came down, I was just getting the last bit of breakfast ready and when Deacy saw me he asked me.

“Poppet, are you alright? You look exhausted.” Tell me about it. I just kept tossing and turning on the couch since it was so uncomfortable.  The cold wind seeping through the old wood texture of the house made it almost impossible for me to sleep since I feared of getting pneumonia.

“Just…..just kept worrying about my mum. That’s all.”

“I’m sure she’s fine darling. You can give her a call later after breakfast. So my beautiful chief what have we got cooking this morning?” Freddie asked as he wrapped his arm around me.

Which I knew Paul would give me hell about it later.

For the next week and a half it was the same routine.  I hardly got any sleep, Paul would drag me about all day making sure everything in the studio was set up and he was smart to keep me away from the guys or forced me to put on more makeup so that my eyes wouldn’t appear as dark and baggy as they were.

But one morning, my head was pounding so hard and my vision was blurry.  At first I thought it was just because I was still sleepy and had unshed tears but when Paul’s voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and that chalkboard was plugged to an amp increasing the sound and the piercing light from the sun as well as the lights in the house just made it painful to even look up, I knew it had to be a migraine.

Of course Paul didn’t care and had me immediately go out into the studio building and try to get everything set up for the boys to record.  But since the sun was out today it gave the room an intense brightness than usual.  I could barely keep my eyes open and my head was pounding like how Roger bangs his drums, maybe even harder than that.

As I was setting up, I just felt this bolt of agonizing pain strike my head and I tried to keep my balance but I ended up falling against the wall.  My ears ringing and tears falling down my face.

“Slacking off once again I see.”

“Please Mr. Prenter can you not talk so loud? My head really, really hurts.”

“It’s just an excuse of yours to getting out of work. I’m tired of all these excuses you’ve been giving out. Just like every woman crying out for attention. Now do your job less you want to be fired!” I groaned and held my hands to my ears to try and block out any sound as my head kept pounding and my ears were ringing.

Through my blurred vision I saw three figures standing in front of me while I felt a fourth figure wrap their arms around me.

“Shhh, it’s okay love. It’s okay. Just lean back into me.” Oh Rog. “That’s it. You can fall into me love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I whimpered in agony as I fell against him after feeling a stronger and more painful pounding in my head. Even with putting all my weight against him, he didn’t flinch once.  “That’s it, that’s it just fall into me lovie, I’ve got you.” He whispered.

Oh if there’s one good thing about Roger that I also love it’s his soft voice.  No one would know unless they talk with Roger Taylor that his voice is actually really soft spoken, which is shocking because when people hear him sing, it’s either his high falsetto or this gravely, raspy growl.

“Okay love, I’m going to slowly pick you up, okay? I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can.” I whimpered telling him I understood what he was saying. “Alright love, ready? One….two….three. Oh I know, I know love I’m sorry shhh shshshsh.” I then felt something cover my head.  It felt like an overcoat and I heard Deacy’s voice whisper.

“Let’s get her to my room. Hardly any sunlight gets in and it’s probably the quietest bed in that house probably.” Together the two of them took me out of the recording studio.  Roger kept me close to him, telling me to close my eyes before we stepped a foot outside while Deacy handled every door that came in our path to make sure that when they closed, they wouldn’t slam behind Roger and cause my migraine suffering to get any worse. “Shoes off though, there’s not any carpet for these stairs.”

Deacy took his off first and he then said.

“Here, let me take her down so that we can get her on a more comfortable surface and out of this light.” I felt Roger gently try to transition me into Deacy’s arms now and I couldn’t help but whimper as I felt myself being jostled once more. “Shhh, I know poppet, I know I’m sorry. Just hold out for a bit longer. You’re almost there.” Deacy whispered to me as I felt myself being taken down the stairs.

I groaned with every wood creak but Deacy apologized with every step until finally the nightmare was over and I was gently being set down on the bed.

“There we are love, you can open your eyes now. Slowly.” Slowly I opened my eyes and I saw the blurry figures of both Roger and Deacy.

“There she is. Is it helping at all?” asked Roger.

“I still hurts.” I whimpered out.

“Aww we know love.” I felt his calloused fingers brush away the strands of hair from my face.

“Do you need anything poppet? Medicine? Water?”

“All of the above.” I groaned.

“Okay, Rog you stay with her. Make sure she doesn’t move around too much. I’ll go get the stuff.” I felt Deacy kiss my forehead and I saw him go up the stairs.

The hair stroking and gentle scalp massage was now Roger’s job and I groaned out as I tried to adjust myself.

“No, no, no don’t move love. And try to relax your face. Facial tension only causes the migraines to get worse.”

“I thought you were a dentist?” I couldn’t help but tease.

“I was never a dentist love. I switched my major to biology. Got bored with dentistry.” He said as he bopped my nose.  Soon enough we heard the sound of footsteps coming down as quietly as possible but along with whom we suspected to be Deacy, we also saw Brian and Freddie coming down the stairs.

“Hey there’s our girl. How are you feeling now love?” Freddie asked softly.

“My head still hurts but at least the light’s gone.” I said.

“Well lucky for you I’ve found some pills to help with that.” Deacy answered as he came up to me and handed me the pills first.  I popped them into my mouth as I was now being given my glass of water and I took a sip before finally swallowing the pills as well as the water.

“Ohh god my head feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“Just give it some time my dear.” Freddie soothed as he sat down beside my feet. All was silent for a moment till Roger soon spoke up.

“(Y/n), why didn’t you tell us Prenter was treating you to that degree?” I looked down shamefully but before I could answer Brian spoke up.

“I think that’s something that can be spoken about later. Right now she shouldn’t talk or even be thinking right now. Let’s leave her to recover for the rest of the day.”

“But—what about…..”

“A but-but-but. No buts about it love.” He insisted softly as he lay close beside me stroking my hair softly.  “You lads go on ahead, I’ll take the first watch for our girl.”

“Get well soon darling.” Freddie said gently with a pat to my knee.  Both Rog and Deacy patted my shoulder or hand and the three of them quietly walked up the stairs as best as they could.  Once they were gone, I closed my eyes and moaned tiredly.

“Are the pills helping at all?” he asked me softly as I felt him still stroking my head.

“A bit. I just feel bad about stealing Deacy’s bed.”

“He understands. He wouldn’t have offered for you to take his room if he didn’t.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, now no more talking little fox kit. Time to sleep. That’s what you need.” I moaned tiredly and shut my eyes and for the first time in over a week I was able to sleep peacefully.

When I woke up, I smelt eggs and bacon all the way from downstairs.  I opened my eyes to feel that my migraine was finally gone but I did feel a bit dizzy and woozy.  I slowly got up and wobbled for a moment before getting the strength and mobility to walk up the stairs.

Once I reached the top and saw the sun shining through the house, my head wasn’t pounding as much as it was before and the light didn’t hurt as much.  I headed towards the kitchen and that’s where I saw the guys sitting down eating breakfast.  Deacy was the first to spot me.

“Well look whose finally up.” The other three members turned toward me and they all greeted me with a soft and warm good morning.

“Mornin guys.” I said as I walked toward them.

“How you feeling love?” asked Roger.

“Better than what I was.”

“Here, drink some water. We need to keep you hydrated.” Said Brian as he held out a glass filled with water.  I softly gave him a thanks and took a sip.

“How long was I out?” I questioned.

“Ohh darling, you were out for three days.” Freddie stated.  My heart dropped, I felt lightheaded and I swore if this were a cartoon, my eyes would be popping out of my sockets right now probably inflating bigger than my body.

“What?” oh my god I feel like I’m about to pass out, puke and scream all at the same time. “What? Three—three days. Tell me your joking someone please tell me Fred’s joking.”

“As much as I love a good joke I’m afraid he isn’t love. You’ve really been asleep for three days.” Roger said.

“Here darling, come sit and eat first. Then we’ll explain everything. Plus we’ve got some questions that need to be answered on your part.” Fred added to Roger’s statement.  I walked over toward them and Deacy scooted a chair out and had me sit there which lay between where he and Brian were sitting.  Bri set down my breakfast and my stomach let out a loud growl.

And of course the guys took every advantage to softly laugh at me and I simply flipped them off before digging into my meal.  Oh lord this tasted like heaven! As I ate, Deacy spoke up first.

“Love, why didn’t you ever tell us how hard Paul was making you work?” I paused eating my sausage and swallowed it down before I said.

“You guys don’t understand how men treat women in the music business. Especially if they’re just assistants. I—I wanted to prove to Paul that whatever he gave me I could do it. He’s….he’s always belittled me and had my mum as an excuse to fire me telling me that if I couldn’t handle it, then I could forget the extra money for her.”

“You could’ve come to us. We’d would’ve helped you.” Said Roger as he rubbed my back with his hand.

“But I don’t want to take you guys hard-earned money.”

“No not that. I mean we would’ve helped you out with your work, especially here. We could’ve set up our own equipment, you didn’t have to do all that.”

“He was working you too hard. Barely giving you a break. You know if you had told us the extent he was forcing on you, we would’ve helped you, right?” Brian said as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.  I looked down shamefully fiddling with the remaining bits of my eggs and said shamefully.

“I’m sorry guys. I just—thought I could handle it.”

“You’re a hard worker poppet, but you also need to realize you’re still a kid. You don’t need to work till you drop, no one your age should experience things like migraines until you reach college.” Deacy said.

“I’m not a kid Deacy.”

“Ohh come off it, you may be a teenager but you’ll always be a kid to us.” Roger teased as he playfully poked my cheek making me whine out and slap away his hand. It was then I finally noticed that Paul had yet to show his face.

“Uhh guys, where is Paul?”

“He’s out darling. I fired him.” Freddie spoke.

“What? But—but then that means….Fred if he’s fired then I’m fired! Why would you—”

“Darling relax. Everything’s going to be okay.” He tried to assure me but I was frantic as I yelled back.

“How!? You do realize he was my boss! Sure I never liked him hell I hated the bastard but if he’s fired then I have no job!”

“Love, relax. If you’d let us explain you’d know that you’re no longer a manager’s assistant.” Brian spoke up as he cupped my face in his hands.

“What now?”

“We made some called to Reid and after explaining the grueling amount of work and harm Paul was causing you, while he’s fired. You’re now moving up the ranks.”

“Huh?”

“From now on darling you will be our day to day manager. Keeping an eye on us and making sure we don’t kill each other. Hell you’ll be remembered as the youngest manager in history.” Deacy said as he gently nudged his shoulder against mine.

I looked at them all and they were all looking at me with a unanimous look that they all agreed to this and had no objections to me being their new day to day manager.

“But….but guys you do realize I have school in the autumn and in the spring, right. How can I possible be your manager when I’m not even out of high school yet?”

“That’s where we’ve bent the rule with Reid.” Roger explained.

“Until your graduation we’ve agreed to settle for summer tours so that you can be there for us day to day to check in on us, while when you have school we’ll perform at concert venues and do recordings for our albums. Also when the school year starts back up, you’ll come to the studio every day after school for 5 hours a day just to make sure we’re on schedule.”

“And since we’ve also figured out that Paul had screwed around with your payment contract, Miami is in charge of your payroll. But since you are still a minor about to take on such a task, he’s currently trying to convince your mum and nana to let you have this better job offer. So that way they will also be safely financed and better informed on your performance as a manager.” Deacy stated.

“He’ll make them see reason darling. This is a better opportunity for you to get a better understanding of management. Especially if you wish to one day open up that animal rehab that you’ve been dreaming of so much.” I looked at each of them and just couldn’t believe the extent they were all going to help me out.

“Ohh you guys. This—I can’t believe you would do this for me.”

“You deserve it love, you’re just as much a part of this family as the four of us are. You’ve looked after us long enough, time for us to look after you, my little fox kit.” Brian said as he gently stroke his thumbs across my cheeks gingerly.

“Thanks you guys, I love you.”

“We love you too (y/n) dear. Now I decree there is one remedy we have yet to give you and now it is the proper time for you to receive.” Freddie proclaimed as he got me up out of my chair.

“And what would that be?” I asked.  It was then I saw all of them looking at each other with sparks of mischief in their eyes. The air grew tense as they all grinned at each other and either nodded or winked at one another before looking down at me.

“OTTER QUEEN CUDDLE!!”

“Wha? AHH Hey! Oh c’mon you guys. Ahh Rog, Deacy don’t tickle me!” I exclaimed as I was now put in the middle of a Queen group hug.  But ever since telling them and letting them know how I wanted to help animals, they dubbed this group hug specifically an ‘otter queen cuddle’ since I had shared with them that otters love to stay in groups and hold each other close so that they won’t separate from their families or mates.

Along with being in the middle of the otter cuddle, I felt their noses nuzzle all over my face and even one by one each of them would give me an Eskimo kiss, as well as quick pecks.  Each of them talking about how much they loved me, how they would always be there to take care of me, even calling me animal nicknames since they clearly must’ve heard Brian call me his ‘fox kit’.  So now according to the Freddie I am his ‘little kitten’, Deacy refers to me as ‘chipmunk’ and Roger calls me his ‘hummingbird’.

“You guys are impossible, you know that?” I teased.

“But you love us, don’t you hummingbird?” Roger said as he pecked my nose.

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t have you guys any other way.” I admitted as I cuddled deeper into their embrace and they all squeezed around me tighter like four little otters.

[andyzer0]

Fate Arthurian Apocrypha

Arthurian Legend Apocrypha

Having some fun with the less "canon" Arthurian Legends.  Heck if I know what to give "power levels" for these characters.  Would appreciate much help.

The following are considered "honorary" Knights of the Round Table; most like Alternate Universe versions, like Proto Arthur.

Prince Valiant (Princess Valiance)

Saber Class

Origin: Newspaper Comics - Hal Foster

Exiled as a girl from her native land of Thule, Prince Valiant grew up in the vast fens of fifth century Britain before discovering her calling and destiny as a knight of King Arthur’s storied Round Table.  Wields the Singing Sword, sister to Excalibur.

Nasu-ification:  Genderswap:  Princess Valiance comes from a timeline where court of King Arthur did not fall; which makes things awkward to the more guilt-ridden of the knights.  May have inherited the throne of Camelot after her timeline Mordred was defeated.

Relations with other Servants:  Gets along best with Sir Tristam and Sir Gawain.   Val is well known as a "neutral" party; she doesn't take sides with any disputes in the Round Table itself.  Mordred is very jealous because she perceives Valiance as a "rival" to Altria's affections and as a rival to being the heir of the throne.  Archer Gilgamesh will occasinally make snide comments about copies.

Noble Phantasm: The Singing Sword - Sonic Attack with the chance of charming, regardless of male or female.

Jason Blood (Etrigan) Berserker Class Origin: DC Comics

Description:  A knight of the Round Table; he feels he failed Camelot (Which makes him fit in just fine.).  Merlin bound him to the Demon Etrigan as a means of controlling the demon; and as a means of penance for Jason.

Nasu-ification:  Jason Blood was Merlin's first attempt to counter Solomon.  Creating his own Demon Pillar, he bound a mass of spirits to the knight.

Skills:

Mad Exhancement -  Rhyming Demon.   Etrigan will bellow everything he says in rhymes.  Similar to Spartacus's use of metaphors; sometimes nonsensical.  It can be very difficult to understand what he is saying.

Noble Phantasm -   "Gone Form Of Man".  Jason can fight as a lesser Saber; but by chanting Merlin's rhyme; becomes Etrigan.  

Relations with other Servants: He sympathizes with Berserker Lancelot.  He and Mordred find each other frustrating; Mordred annoyed at his cynicism; Jason dislikes Mordred's lack of remorse.  Mephistopheles is constantly sucking up to his fellow "Demon" and tries to "tempt" Jason to becoming Etrigan more often.  Both Jason and Etrigan find this wearying.

Pip Master of None Class (no pluses, no minuses, to anything.) Origin: Grailquest by JH Brennan

Pip is a "farmboy / farmgirl" who operated as a backup knight by Merlin, powered by the "Net Spell", combining the minds of all readers of the "Grailquest" books into a single gestalt. They are armed with "Excalibur Jr." an attempt by Merlin to copy the sword.  It didn't quite work, but it's a decent magic sword; with the ability to talk.  (Which it does, too much.)

Nasu-ification:  Pip is a homunculus created by Merlin in order to perform "wetwork" against enemies of Arthur's court that it would be too costly to engage directly.  Because typically, homunculi tend to go crazy (or expect pesky things like equal rights); Merlin came up with a solution of using a network of minds from the ether, to be sent home when their task is finished.   Becoming a Servant was just treated by Pip as just more of the same.

Skills:

Luck Stone -  A+ Luck due to a blessing from The Lady of the Lake herself.

The Dreaded 14 -   Battle Continuation, 3 times

Relations with other Servants:  

The other knights don't quite know how to deal with Pip; sometimes placing them in the same category as Mysterious Heroine X and X Alter.  Pip themselves get along with everyone; having encountered nearly every genre known to man; and has in fact met many of the Greek Heroes personally.

Pip is of indeterminate gender; they are male and female and neither.  This is not "sexy" or "overwhelmingly cute" like Astolfo or D'eon; but this doesn't stop some from trying to "pretty them up."   These efforts are doomed to being "funny."  Excalibur Jr will get into arguments with Gilgamesh.

Noble Phantasm: Master of None: Can randomly become a different Class in one fight; for good or bad.  

Hazel Archer Class Origin: Sword in the Stone by Disney, 4chan.

Hazel was a squirrel that met Saber Lily when Merlin was teaching her valuable life lessons through transformations.  Through a fluke magical accident, became human when Merlin was changing himself and Altria back.   He's VERY loyal to Altria, and as a result; a VERY DIFFERENT timeline occured; where Altria and Guienevere never married.  Details on this timeline are difficult to get; as Hazel is disinterested in anything that isn't Saber Lily.  Is incredibly innocent; has a loose concept of clothing or personal space. (But it's never creepy)

Nasu-ification: Genderswap. Hazel looks exactly like a young Emiya Shirou; due to Quantum Memetics; similar to how Nero looks exactly like Altria.  (Nero argues it is the other way around.)

Skills: Rescued from Fate - a buff that Hazel can give to Saber Lily's Caliburn; the sword having never rejected Altria in Hazel's timeline; making it temporarily greater than Excalibur.  Both Hazel and Lily Saber must be present for this buff.

Nut Avalanche -  AOE.

Relations with other Servants:  Archer Emiya and both Illya will stare; but refuse to comment.  Hazel only really cares about Saber Lily; he doesn't care at all about current Altria.  He gets along with Tamano and Atalantea; but has a rivalry with Medea.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Approval for the record; Brian May x reader *bonus chap. for SMTM*

*Author’s note*

Wow two updates in one day well here we go. Okay so I’ve been thinking about this a lot I’ve been wanting to do a couple of bonus chapters for the popular series “Soulmates through music”. So I’ve got 2 of them in mind so here is the first one. This one happens between the events of Soulmates through music the first part. Here we see what happens with Ray Foster so I hope you all like it :)

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I was growing bored out of my mind.  I don’t know how long we were waiting for him to get here, but I swear next time he makes me wait this long, he’s gonna feel my wrath.  Ever since the big success that Queen has gotten and signing up with EMI records and getting John Reid to be our manager, we were now called into our record producer, Ray Foster’s office to discuss the matter of our next album as well as new hits he wanted to see.

Finally Freddie came strutting in proudly and greeted us with a hello.

“You’re late.” Ray bluntly stated.

“Am I?” Freddie questioned.

“Saved you a seat.” Paul spoke up as he glared at me.  I looked him dead in the eye before being forced to get up and Freddie took my seat, just before I could stand behind the couch Brian stood up and he silently offered me his spot.  I looked at him and shyly thanked him.  He nodded and he went behind the couch while I took his seat, sitting beside Deacy.

“Okay so now that we’re all here; uhh Jim this is Ray Foster. Ray this is the band’s lawyer Jim Beach.” John spoke up.

“Oh you must stop calling him that.” Freddie spoke as he lit himself up a cigarette.

“That’s his name”.

“No we cannot keep calling him ‘Jim Beach’. No that’s absurd not to mention unspeakably boring.” Freddie sassed.  He took a drag of his cigarette before finally proclaiming. “Miami. From now on, I dub thee; Miami Beach.” Jim chuckled nervously and said.

“The sun always sets behind you doesn’t it? On Miami beach?” I softly grinned and shook my head joke when Ray finally spoke up.

“Right now that everyone’s got an acceptable name let’s get to it. Look, we just really need something special. More hits like Killer Queen, only bigger.”

“It’s not bloody widgets we’re making. We can’t just reproduce Killer Queen.” Roger spoke up as I saw Freddie standing up and walked towards Ray’s record player.

“No. We can do better.” Freddie spoke as he put a vinyl record into the player and turned it on before placing the needle at a certain part and low and behold my favorite song “l'amour est un oiseau rebelle” from my favorite Opera “Carmen” played out.  As Freddie softly paced around Ray, Ray spoke up bluntly.

“It’s opera.”

“Opera.” John proclaimed over Carmen’s voice.

“Opera.” Paul echoed.

“Ahh there seems to be an echo in here.” Deacy piped in making me giggle softly. I lip-synced along with the song waving and wagging my finger along with the rhythm of the song.

When the choir came in loudly, Freddie moved his whole arm in his fashionable way before slamming it down on Foster’s desk while trying to contain his laughter as Deacy and I did the same thing.  The song kept playing until he finally turned the song down as Brian now spoke up.

“See we don’t want to repeat ourselves, the same formula over and over.”

“Formulas are a complete and utter waste of time.” Freddie added.

“Formulas work. Let’s stick with the formulas, I like formulas.” Foster spoke up.

“We’ll call the album; ‘A Night at the Opera’.” Freddie said completely ignoring Foster’s words.

“Are you aware that no one actually likes Opera.” Foster pipped up.

“I like Opera.” Jim or I should say Miami spoke up.

“Do you?” Foster questioned but clearly it looked like he didn’t care.

“I do.” Reid spoke up and I raised my finger up and said.

“Guilty.”

“No don’t misunderstand darling it’s a rock and roll record. With the scale of Opera. The pathos of Greek tragedy, the wit of Shakespeare, the unbridled joy of musical theater. It’s a musical experience. Rather than just another record, something for everyone something—something that will make people feel belongs to them. We’ll mix genres, we’ll cross boundaries, we’ll—we’ll—we’ll speak in bloody tongues if we want to.” I nodded along with Fred’s words.

What he was saying could change the way people view music as we know it, it would be timeless and in generations to come, and unlike some artists that have tried but end up being forgotten, our next album would ensure that everyone knew who we were not only as a band, but as musicians.

“There’s no musical ghetto that can contain us.” I spoke up.

“She’s got it!” Freddie pointed to me as Deacy added to my statement,

“No one knows what Queen means because it doesn’t mean one thing.” There was silence in the room minus the record continuing to play as Foster turned to our manager and asked him.

“What do you think John?”

“I—agree with the band.”

“Of course you do.” Foster muttered.  He then turned towards our lawyer and spoke up, “how about you uhh—”

“Miami.” He finished.  Freddie grinned towards Miami as he said, “Fortune favors the bold.”  Freddie leaned toward Foster having his hands on his desk as he persuaded.

“Surely a man of your—unique taste, isn’t afraid of a little risk?”  It was then Foster surrendered.

“Please don’t make me regret this.”

“You’re fun.” Fred pointed out.

Yes. We were all set.

*FF after the events of Rockfield studios*

I was fast asleep till I felt the sunlight blasting in my eyes, I softly moaned and woke up to see myself in a different room from my own.  At first I was about to freak out but then the events all came back to me.

Since we had gotten home so late, I had actually fallen asleep against Brian’s shoulder and the next thing I can vaguely remember is being carried in Brian’s arms and placed on his bed.  I looked to my right to see Brian still fast asleep.

I smiled lovingly at him.  He was lying on his back, his bare chest slowly rising and falling with each deep breath he took, and of course his curls covered around his eyes.  Without waking him up, I rolled over to my side and moved close to him so that I could gently brush away some of the strands away from him, as well as admire his handsome profile.

God how did I ever get so lucky to finally be with Brian May? We had been friends since forever since Smile began and now after years and years of pining over him, we finally confessed our feelings for each other our last night at Rockfield, making out and cuddling under the stars.

I slowly and very lightly stroked from his temple, down his cheek and underneath his jawline.  I leaned over and lightly kissed his nose but as I leaned back, I saw Brian’s eyes slowly open.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” I whispered.

“It’s fine, can’t say I’m complaining about the beautiful sight that lies before me the second I woke up.” He spoke tiredly as he stroked my cheek.  I felt a blush come across my face and I buried my face into his shoulder and heard him chuckle softly.  He kissed the top of my head and he said, “How long have you been up?”

“Not long. Did you sleep good?”

“I always sleep better with you in my arms love.” He said as he wrapped his arms around me bringing me closer to him.  Our noses grazing each other’s softly and gingerly as he leaned forward and gently captured his lips with mine.

Our lips melded into perfect synchronicity before he ended up on top of me cupping my face in his hands.  I wished we could’ve stayed like this all day but I remembered that Ray wanted to hear the album as soon as we had arrived back in London.  I pressed my hands against Brian’s chest and I broke the kiss moaning out.

“Bri wait.”

“Sorry, did I go too far?”

“No, no it’s not that. We need to get around, remember we promised to meet with Foster today about the album. The guys would pick us up at around 9 and it is currently…..” I turned over to his clock and saw that it was almost 8:30am. “So we’ve only got a half hour to get ready.” He groaned and said.

“Why did we agree to do it today? I want to keep you all to myself for the day. Let’s say we’re both sick, or we’re just running late.”

“You gonna have my back if Prenter calls me out for being the reason for our tardiness?” I mocked up at him.

“Prenter’s an arsehole. He doesn’t matter.” He then slowly came down over me and whispered against my lips, “And I’ll always look after you.” He kissed me once more and I couldn’t help but fall under the spell of my beloved astrophysicist’s kiss.  I gently combed my fingers through his curly hair before giggling softly and I broke away from him.

“Now none of those tricks of yours. We’ve got to get ready.” I managed to get up from under him and went into my suitcase to pick out my best set of clothes for the meeting with Foster.

As I now stood in Brian’s bathroom and began to put my makeup on I couldn’t help but see Brian just staring at me with this dazed look on his face.  Before I could press the sponge on my face, I turned and said to him.

“What?”

“How beautiful you are.” I shyly smiled before turning back around and proceeded to put my makeup on.  After the both of us got dressed and we waited downstairs for the guys to arrive, the two of us cuddled together on the couch.  I was stroking the fabric of his leopard-printed jacket and played around with his fingers with my other hand.

“So what becomes of us now? I mean do we—move in together at this point or after the meeting should I just head back to my place?”

“You could stay here, the lads and I could help pack your stuff and move it over here. If you feel like it. I mean—it’s not like we’ve just met months ago we’ve known each other for what? Seven years now?”

“About yeah.” I agreed with him.

“So it’s up to you. Do you—wish to move in with me?”

“If you’ll have me.”

“Love I would be honored to have you live here.” We both smiled at each other and pecked each other on the lips as we continued to wait.  “You sure we can’t just stay here?”

“I’m sure. But hey, think of it this way. The sooner we get this meeting done, the sooner the guys can help with my stuff and the sooner we can have the whole night to ourselves.”

“Oh yeah? What have you got in mind for us tonight?”

“I’ve got some ideas.” I said flirtingly as I leaned closer to him.

“Like what?” I settled myself along his lap, having my legs for around his waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck.  I pressed my forehead against his but just before I could kiss him, there was a rabid knock at the door and Freddie’s voice cried out.

“Brian! (Y/n) darling! I may respect your privacy by knocking but asserting myself as your friend and matchmaker by coming in any way! So you two better be clothed!” The door opened and strutting on in was Freddie.  I quickly got off of Brian’s lap and cleared my throat as my face went completely red. “Wow you two dress up fast.” We both glared at Fred and he then told us that the engine was still running and for us to hurry and get into the car.

We were all gathered in Foster’s office with the album playing and Freddie’s song that we had worked so hard on, Bohemian Rhapsody play for Ray.  As the song was drawing to a close, Ray just let out the low, dull groan while the rest of us sat there proudly as the album drew to a close.  

The guitar and piano played together in perfect harmony and I felt Brian who was standing behind me on the couch just like the first time we were in here, place his hand on my shoulder and I reached up to take his hand giving it a gentle squeeze as well as a kiss to the back of his hand.

As Fred’s voice sang the last few words and the gong rang out, I saw Brian proudly pat Roger on the shoulder as Ray muttered to himself.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure that’s the album you promised us.” Excuse me?

“No it’s better than the album we promised you. It’s better than any album anyone’s ever promised you darling, it’s a bloody masterpiece.” Freddie praised as he paced in front of Ray’s desk.

“It is a good album Ray.” Reid spoke up.

“We prefer masterpiece.” Roger corrected.

“It’s expensive and as for—Bohemian….” Foster spoke up as he looked at the music sheet.

“Rhapsody.” Brian piped in.

“Rhapsody. What is that?”

“An epic poem.” Freddie said.

“It goes on forever, six bloody minutes.”

“I pity your wife if you think six minutes is forever.” Freddie sassed back.  I bit my lip trying to hold in a laughter. “And you know what? We’re going to release it as our single.” Hell yeah we are.  But Ray chuckled mockingly as he said.

“Not possible. Anything over 3 minutes and the radio stations wont program it. Period. And what on earth is it about anyway? Scaramouche? Galileo and all that Ismillah business? Ishmillah?” Freddie now standing by the window looking out corrected him.

“Bismillah.”

“Oh aye. Bismillah. What is that about anyway bloody Bismillah?”

“True poetry is for the listener.”

“As an English minor I can concur that. The best mysteries of literature are ruined if everything’s explained.” I explained.

“Seldom ruins sales. Three minutes is the standard. John.” Reid sighed heavily and said.

“Yeah we need radio, format is 3 minutes I have to agree with Ray. I actually think the single’s ‘Love of my Life’.”

“No.” Brian answered.

“Okay how about John’s song ‘You’re my best friend’. You know ‘ohh you make me live?’ Catchy. Stronger?”

“As catchy as it is, we’ve already agreed Mr. Reid.” I said.

“Alright my dear, what of your song, ‘This is me’. Powerful, definitely a strong message.”

See since Freddie wanted all of us to contribute to this album since he had allowed Brian to take the lead vocals on his song ‘39 and Roger took control of vocals for his song ‘I’m in love with my car’ (mainly because Freddie did not want to sing it).  Then one day when I was at the piano trying to work on the melody of the song.

I had written the song mostly about me trying to identify who I was as a performer. All my life I had to stand behind my brother’s shadow and now that the news of Humpy Bong breaking up, now that the press has made the connection between my brother’s failed rising career, they think I’ll end up the same way since I am the younger sibling.

Freddie had snuck into the studio to hear me singing the song and he absolutely fell in love with it and demanded that it be on the album with me on lead vocals. Then he threw a curve ball and suggested that since Brian and I sing so well together, we should do a duet towards the end.  So recording that song definitely had my heart racing, especially since Fred forced Bri and I to stay together as we recorded the final part of the song.

I felt Brian’s hands on my shoulder as he looked down at me, I looked up at him and I swore I heard Paul say.

“If anything the album would be better without a song like that.” Causing Brian and I but mostly Brian to glare at Prenter.

“What about ‘I’m in love with my car’?” Ray finally spoke up.  Soon the four of us except for Roger all either groaned or rolled our eyes.  Freddie aggressively kicked the table in front of us as Ray muttered, “I love that.” After Fred had kicked the table Ray continued, “Well that’s the kind of song teenagers can crank up the volume in their car and bang their heads to. Bohemian Rhapsody will never be that song.”

“It’s a band decision.” I started.

“Bohemian Rhapsody, that’s it.” Brian finished.

“You’re my best friend. And it’s my money.” Ray persisted.

“BoRhap. Period.��� Roger insisted.  Freddie who had taken back the record then threatened to Ray.

“Or we walk.”

“MacArthur Park was 7 minutes long.” Prenter spoke up. Piss off bastard, this is a band discussion. “It was a hit.”

“Look I’m not arguing Bohemian whatever the sh—” Ray started off still not getting the song title right of the song we agreed to make as our single.

“Rhapsody.” Freddie snarled.

“But there’s no way the station will play a 6 minute quasi-operatic dirge comprised of nonsense words. Bismillah bullshit! I pay for this record so I say what goes!” Ray slammed his hand on the desk not budging an inch.

“What we no legal recourse on this?” Brian asked but that’s when Miami spoke up.

“Ray. You did Dark side of the Moon didn’t you?”

“I did.” He answered.

“Yeah. I absolutely love that record.” He continued as he admired the gold disk that hung up on the wall before turning back to us stating, “Uhh legally no. No he’s got all your balls in a vice. It’s different matter in the court of public opinion of course. Ray Foster’s a giant name in the music industry but, to the average person.” He shrugged off giving out a strange face. “Say the name ‘Queen’ on the other hand, ears will prick up.”

Oh I loved how he spoke.  He was right. Most people don’t really know music producers or choose to ignore reviewers, I mean I think that’s how Janis Joplin was popular, especially here in Britain.  

The reviewers hated the way she sounded but yet I would hear some of my old friends back in school and university have dozens and dozens of her records, and when she died—oh lord they were all devastated. It was like their world had ended.

Finally after a moment of silence, Ray finally spoke up.

“We’re going with; ‘you’re my best friend’. Done.”

“No we know what we have, even if you don’t. It’s called Bohemian. Rhapsody.” Freddie spoke as he doused his cigarette on some of Foster’s papers.  “You will forever be known, as the man who lost Queen.” Soon the five of us walked out of his office single file with Freddie, followed by Brian, me, Roger and Deacy.

We all gathered outside of EMI’s office building and Brian said.

“What now? If they won’t release our single then how are we going to get people to hear it?”

“Don’t worry Brian darling, I have a way.”

“What way is that Fred?” asked Deacy.

“I’ll call in a favor of an old friend of mine.” He grinned.  I looked up at the building trying to determine which window was Ray’s.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” I heard Deacy say.

“Do you guys think that window is Ray’s?” I questioned.  They all gathered around me and looked up and Roger said.

“I think so, why you ask?”

“Hand me that brick over there and I’ll show you.” Immediately Freddie handed me the brick and I held it in my hand gently bouncing it up and down. “Might want to stand back lads.”  They cleared the path and as hard and far as I could I threw the brick and it crashed right through the window.  I heard the boys, especially Roger hoot and holler.

“Damn (y/n)!” Roger laughed out.

“Brian dear, you never want to piss this one off. She truly is a tigress.” Paul opened the window and with the boys surrounding me I cried up as I could see Ray peek through the hole in his window.

“You can take that out of our royalties! YOU BASTARD!!!”

“PSYCHO BITCH!!” He cried down to me.

“You can shove your gold disks! You’ve made a mistake Foster!” Brian cried out as we all proceeded to walk away.

“Arsehole!” Freddie and Roger cried out.

“YOU’LL NEVER HAVE A GOLD DISK YOU MEDIUM TALENT!!” But we just kept walking on laughing our asses off.

Then as promised after we had told the guys that Brian and I were planning on moving together, the guys first congratulated us then we all went over to my place and all day it was just packing boxes of some of my stuff and moving it over to Brian’s place.  We arranged things around so that both of our stuff would go together and then by around 8pm we were finally done.

I cooked the guys a special dinner as thank you for all that they have done for Brian and I and then once they cleared out Brian and I had the house all to ourselves for our—well you know.

As the weeks went on and the album was released, and of course all the critics hated the song.  Calling us a Led Zeppelin impersonation failure, something that should be heard once and never heard of again or the most common one, HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, WHAT IS THE MEANING? IT’S NOTHING BUT A SIX MINUTE LONG SONG OF MEANINGLESS WORDS.

I lay there on my bed just staring at the ceiling and sighed heavily.  I felt the bed dip beside me and a hand cup the side of my face turning my head to the left and there I saw Brian.

“You okay love?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He just looked at me before bringing me close so that my head rested over his heart and he said, “You know the boys and I are still pissed about this as you are. You don’t need to hide it.”

“I’m not mad Brian. I knew retaliation would come of this; they always attack women in this industry trying to make us appear to be the emotional, psychotic bitches.”

If anyone’s curious; apparently when the album was finally released there was something immediately wrong with it.  My song had been taken off the record.  My best guess was that due to me throwing the rock at his window, Foster decided that my song should be exempt from the album. So if you see or even own our record for “A Night at the Opera” just know that there is one song missing.

“I think you should be. It was your hard work, your child.”

“I know. But again this is my punishment Bri. And I’d rather not go through the stress of a legal battle right now. Not when we’re about to go on tour. I can’t deal with that kind of stress. Nor bring that drama before the band.”

“Damn stubborn woman why must you put the band before yourself?” he whispered.

“The same way you always put me before yourself. Because I’m a selfless old soul who wants to see her friend’s, to which one of said friends is now her boyfriend, dreams come true.” He gently stroked my cheek before gingerly pecking my nose.

“You are a handful, you know that?”

“Yeah but you fell for me anyway.”

“That I did. And I don’t regret it for one second.” He captured my lips with his and just like this morning we resumed our spot of him hovering over me.  “I think it’s time we picked up where we left off this morning. But this time, it’s for a different reason.”

“And what might that be?” He kissed his way towards my ear as he whispered.

“To show my girl just how much I appreciate her.” He then began to slowly kiss down my neck.  I moaned softly and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, dragging my fingers through his curls as he kept kissing up and down my neck. “I love you so much (y/n) Staffell.”

“And I love you, Brian May.” Throughout the rest of the night, Brian showed me just how much I was important and what my song meant to him.