I was born to love you (Secret Santa exchange!)
A/N: Dearest @queenies-bug I’m your secret Santa! :D Sorry for my delay, life was hard and some plans didn’t result like I expected, like posting this fic earlier... I did what I could, I really hope you enjoy this fic(and please be honest with your opinion about this fic). Thanks, @warriorteam1924 and @thosequeenboys for hosting this beautiful event! Tysm for the effort, sweeties!
Summary: After lots of nights having the same dream and recognizing a “mark”, he tries to find why that happened to him...
Pairing: Platonic Frian/Maycury and romantic Jimercury (current time AU).
Warning: some fluff, some angst, some swearing, and a tiny little holidays touch!
Word count: 1600
Another day. Another time with that dream.
He’s clearly confused about it. If that wasn’t enough, his arm itched when he woke up. Again, over that “mark”.
That specific day was meanwhile they were touring, so his bandmates listened to that story again when they were taking their breakfast.
-Do you have that dream again with the two princes, and they were trying to be with you?- Brian asked.
-Yeah and again I ended with that strange man…
-And again you had “the itch”? -Roger asked.
-Exactly. I still have the mark here -Freddie said, pointing to his right forearm and extending it near to Roger.
-I still don’t see anything.
-That damn mark exists!- Freddie exclaimed.
-I don’t know mate, I think you’re going insane. You really should go to the psychiatrist, for real.
-Lots of touring it’s affecting you, I suppose- John pointed, meanwhile he was sipping his tea.
-And you aren’t affected? You’re a damn alcoholic that had his driver licence suspended- Freddie said, impulsively.
John just stared at him in silence, controlling himself to not say something that he would regret later. Both were watching to the other’s eyes. Brian cut off that tension.
-Fred, it doesn’t matter that here. Everyone has their own problems.
-I’m tired of their disbelief. They aren’t even trying to understand me. How many times I need to say that I don’t want to sleep because lately I just have that dream?
-We’re trying to understand you, Fred. Don’t lie like that. If we’re telling you that you need some psychiatric help it’s because we really care about you.
John didn’t want to say anything, he lighted a cigarette to keep his nerves controlled. He decided to contemplate the rest of the scene in silence.
-Really you’re trying to understand me??? Really, Roger?! -Freddie yelled, quite nervous.
-Fred breathe, please. Come with me - Brian said, putting his right hand over Freddie’s left shoulder-. We will return soon -Brian added, watching to John and Roger.
They stood up from the table and left Roger and John alone.
-For real, Freddie worries me -Roger said.
-I just hope he can find a logic explanation of his problem soon.- John said, smoking his cigarette.
Brian and Freddie walked to the hotel’s park. When Brian checked that wasn’t any stranger near to them, Bri started to speak.
-I think I have an explanation -Brian said, watching to that worried brown eyes.
-Please, tell me about it.
Freddie grabbed Brian’s hands. Brian couldn’t help but blush and smile a little. “Try to repress your feelings, you know that he isn’t your soulmate”, thought him.
-Bri, are you okay
Bri quitted his hands of Freddie’s grasp and scratched his forehead with his left hand.
-Yes, sorry. I… was thinking how I tell you this.
-Ah?
-Call me insane, but I read lots of things, no? Well, it exists some myths about something called “soulmate marks”.
Freddie was watching to that hazel eyes a bit confused.
-It’s when you have a mark that refers to your soulmate. I cannot see it, because just you and your soulmate can see it, so, how's the mark?
-Em… It’s like an X with two circles in its extremes.
-Hmm… scissors. A hairdresser perhaps? A gardener?
Freddie tries to remember the dream.
-Oh my… in my dream that strange man had scissors… and he was pruning the plants.
-In a medieval world?
-Yeah…
-Perhaps that’s a signal of him. Also, I see that you aren’t scratching your forearm…
-Yeah, and it’s just white. When it itches, it turns red.
-That’s because you aren’t near to your soulmate… - Brian said, a little sad.
-Are you okay, my dear?
-Yes Fred, it’s just… nothing. -Brian sighed- I hope you can be happy with that person soon.
-It doesn’t seem like nothing, but okay…
-I hope this explanation haves some sense…
-It’s a possibility, my dear. I’ll be more attentive when it starts to itch since now, thanks- Freddie said, hugging Brian
-You’re welcome, Fred- Brian said, watching over Freddie’s head. “I love you, but you don’t belong to me. Damn fate”, thought Brian.
-Please tell me more about that myths, Bri - Freddie said, leaving the embrace.
-I’ll tell you more later, now we should return to our table- Brian responded, starting to walk.
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With that idea in his mind and after reading some stories about soulmate marks and more, he started to go to clubs even more, so he could pass near to the maximum of people. He checked Tinder a lot. He started to worry a lot about this, seeing that his mark don’t turn red meanwhile he was awake (because he still had that dream). Some weeks later this turned into his obsession.
His bandmates noticed this. One afternoon, they were talking about stuff, and Freddie’s thing came to the talk.
-Freddie it’s going worse, what do you say to him? I mean, you never told us what you said to him -Roger asked.
Brian explained briefly about soulmate marks to Roger and John. Both stared at him, trying to understand what he said.
-I barely understood about that, but I feel that you worsened the situation. -Roger responded.
-I tried to give him a possible explanation…
-And that was nice, but now he’s literally obsessed with that. He can’t focus in the band stuff… even he forgets the chords or the lyrics of the songs quite often- John added, lightning a new cigarette.
-You should talk with him about this - Roger said.
-Please Brian -John added, smoking his cigarette.
-Well, I’ll do it, but please don’t be listening behind the dorm’s door. I know you very well… -Brian said, walking to Freddie’s room.
Fifteen minutes later, Brian was knocking Freddie’s hotel room door. Freddie was crying, lying on his bed, watching to the ceiling. When he listened to the knocking he wiped his tears.
-Can I come in? -Brian asked.
-Yeah, my dear -Freddie responded, standing up.
Freddie opened the door and left Brian to enter to his room.
After closing the door, both sat on a comfy sofa that Freddie had in his room.
-Tell me what’s wrong Fred.
-I’m not finding him. I need to find him, I need to love him! Why that’s so hard?
Brian sighed deeply and hugged Freddie.
-I mean, I know that life isn’t easy, but I’m eager to know to that mysterious man. Where are you, my love? - continued Freddie, crying again over Brian’s shoulder.- Perhaps the boys are right, I need to go to a psychiatrist.
-You aren’t crazy. You will find him Fred, relax. I think he will appear when you aren’t expecting for it.
Freddie sighed as deep as he could, trying to stop his tears.
-I hope…
“Brian, don’t be stupid. Don’t tell him your feelings. Fate it’s already written.”
Brian left the embrace.
-Seriously Fred. Focus in your music, in your projects, in the band, make new friends, and you will see that he will appear… Enjoy the ride! I know that’s easy to say, but try to relax. The boys and I will be with you anytime you need something.
-Thank you Bri. You really are my soul brother.
“I hate myself for my feelings” Brian thought. He couldn’t help but start to cry. Listen from Freddie’s mouth that he hadn’t romantic feelings for him was devastating. Didn’t care how many times he said to himself “fate it’s already written, he will not be with you”, remember his status of “brother” hurt like a kick in the crotch.
Freddie saw Bri’s crying tears, and he hugged Brian tightly.
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After his talk with Brian, Freddie tried to put into practice his friend’s advice, and he saw the difference. Yeah, he still had that dream often, but he was enjoying more of his days.
Months later, being in that situation, he decided to go to a club. He was entering there and his mark was itching. “Today it’s the night” he thought. His soulmate was near.
While he was drinking something, he noticed the person that was next to him. The mark was itching harder. Plus, he studied his profile and reminded him to the strange man of his dreams. “Fuck, it’s him! I need to talk with him right now”, Freddie thought.
-Hello gorgeous -Freddie said.
The person was surprised for that sudden compliment.
-Hi -he responded, meanwhile was scratching his left forearm.
-Do you have a mark there? -Freddie pointed.
The man watched to that brown eyes with his wide open eyes.
-Em… how do you know that?
-Because that happens to me right now, and I can see it.
-I think I know you - Jim said, suddenly.
-Really?
-Sometimes I have some dreams and always I’m with someone with your face, and this shit -he pointed to his left forearm-itches as hell.
-That happens to me too, but with you.
Jim had his eyes wide open.
-Do you know the concept of soulmate marks?
-Nope.
-Are marks that just you and your soulmate have or can see.
-So...
-We’re destined to be together, honey. Tell me your name.
-Jim Hutton -he replied, still surprised.- Yours?
-I’m Freddie, your future boyfriend.
Jim couldn’t help but smile.
-Let’s see… may the fate speak -Jim added, still sceptical.
-Lemme invite some drinks then and talk -Freddie proposed.
-Of course -Jim replied, smiling.
They didn’t know when they decided to go to the club that they will meet, and their life would change. Also, they didn’t imagine that holidays they would be in good company, with their significant other, their soulmate.
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