Hello Queen Fandom! In light of the success of the Maycury week and the Poly Queen Week, hosted by @freddie-mercurial and @jessahmewren and @tikiniki , respectively, I have decided to see if we can show some love to this wonderful ship! I happily present Deacury Week 2019!! Below are some prompts to jump start ideas for the week, but feel free to not use them if other inspiration strikes. All artists and media welcome! I will be making a collection on AO3 called Deacury Week 2019 and the tag here will be #DeacuryWeek2019. Let's have some fun and show this ship some love!
Sunday, Dec 1
Growing old together
Waking up in the past
First time
Wearing red
Monday, Dec 2
Once upon a time...
Dreams
The hardest thing he’d ever done
Family
Tuesday, Dec 3
“People call him John - not that that’s his name.”
Modern AU
Moaning
The night before
Wednesday, Dec 4
Marriage
Three wishes aka genie AU
Breakups
The morning after
Thursday, Dec 5
Desire
Illness
“I’m so sorry.”
Lazy Sunday (or any day) cuddles
Friday, Dec 6
Sci-fi AU
Mourning
Songwriting
Pets
Saturday, Dec 7
Holiday Decorations/Lights
Toys
Gender bent
Last time
ps if there is already one of these planned please let me know! I searched and didn’t see one but I may have missed it! <3
A/N: I didn’t plan on writing anything for today but the idea wouldn’t leave me alone so. Written for the Illness prompt.
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John was barely awake and already felt awful. He frowned and squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face in the pillow. Blindly, he reached for Freddie, found his naked chest and tried to pull him closer but failed spectacularly.
“Oh, you’re awfully warm, love. Are you sick?”
John grumbled something unintelligible, not sure what he was trying to say himself. Freddie laughed softly and gently nudged him to the side to put a hand on his forehead.
“You are burning up!”
“I’m feeling like shit.”
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking up at his boyfriend. Freddie’s hair was still messy so he hadn’t been awake for very long. He usually woke up a at least an hour or so before John- who wasn’t one to sleep in a lot- and used the time to get his hair and mustache styled at the very least before joining John back in bed and wait for him to wake up.
John sighed softly and let him brush his hair out of his face.
“You’re sick, dear.”
He nodded. That made sense. Freddie’s hand was cool against his skin and he leaned into the touch.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Stay here.”
Freddie kissed his cheek before climbing off the bed. John could hear him cross the room, softly closing the door behind him.
“Phoebe! Cancel everything planned for today! John’s sick and I need to take care of him!”
John smiled and curled up further into the blanket, grabbing Freddie’s pillow and pressed his nose into it. It smelled faintly like his shampoo. He pulled the blanket tighter around him, shivering violently.
It didn’t take very long for someone to come back but it wasn’t Freddie but Phoebe with a tray. John didn’t even bother to try and sit up. The tray was filled with a glass of juice and a plate with a sandwich on it.
“Freddie is making you some soup for later.” Phoebe said. “I brought you a pain killer if you need it.”
“Thank you, Phoebe, you’re the best.”
He put the tray on the nightstand and only then John noticed he had brought another blanket and it was the warm and fluffy one they usually kept in the living room for when he and Freddie watched movies together. John let Phoebe spread it across him and tugged it tightly around him.
“Promise me you eat the sandwich before the pain killer.”
John nodded again and reached for the sandwich to nibble at it. Phoebe looked satisfied and passed him a thermometer. John took his temperature, passing it back to him as soon as it beeped loudly because the sound was way too loud and shrill for him right now.
“It’s not too bad, just a slightly raised temperature. I’ll bring you a cool cloth for your head.”
“Thank you.”
Phoebe smiled at him before leaving again, reminding him to finish his sandwich before taking the painkiller. John did so slowly, not really feeling like eating but understanding he should. He was halfway through it when Phoebe came back with the promised cloth.
“I hope Freddie’s not wreaking havoc in the kitchen.” John rasped.
“Joe has it under control, don’t worry.”
After he finally finished the sandwich, he took the painkiller, put the cloth on his forehead and sunk back into the pillows.
He must have fallen asleep because the next time he opened his eyes, there were cats on the bed, Freddie was back and something smelled amazing. It was way darker in the room than before, somebody had closed the curtains as it looked like. He must have made some kind of sound because Freddie turned to him, his notepad quickly forgotten.
“You’re awake!”
“Is the soup ready?” John rasped.
He was feeling strangely hungry and was delighted when Freddie nodded. He sat up slowly, cloth falling useless into his lap. Freddie put a bed tray over his legs, gently pushing Tiffany to the side when the cat got really interested in the set-up. The soup was amazing- he suspected that Joe probably did most of the cooking instead of Freddie- and he eagerly ate it eagerly.
“How are you feeling?” Freddie asked quietly.
“A little bit better, I think. Thank you.”
Freddie took the empty bowl and the tray from him and kissed his temple. He cuddled up to him despite John’s protests, claiming he didn’t get sick- which is something John could definitely disprove but he won’t complain about snuggling with his boyfriend.
John rested his head on Freddie’s chest, letting him card his fingers through his hair, fingers gently scratching over his scalp and he hummed happily, melting against him. At some point, Freddie started humming, quietly singing a song John hadn’t heard before. He laced their fingers together and let it lull him to sleep.
Guys! I wrote my first (and maybe only) fic for deacury week. It was inspired by this picture of my adorable Deacy. Please give it a shot and let me know what you think. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21653563?view_adult=true
Deacury Week Day 5: Lazy Cuddles Moodboard: movie night
(Note: This one got away from me a bit lol. I Hope y’all enjoy!)
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There is nothing John loves more than a lazy day filled with cuddles. Okay he does love a night out dancing, oh and tinkering with his tech. He also loves making music, alright so he has a lot of love to go around, sue him! There is something, though, that he loves more than anything. A someone in fact, who’s smile warms him down to his very soul, better than any blanket ever could. Someone who can ease his insecurities with just a few words. Someone who’s touch can calm him instantly and keep him from saying words he’d soon regret. His love. His Freddie. His Freddie who is currently fussing over the television, trying to get the movie to start. John could get up and help him seeing as the problem would take him less than a minute to fix, but, Fred looked too cute huffing about. He kept cursing under his breath, trying not to trample the cats that wove between his legs every time he moved. “We could just skip the film you know, this is plenty entertaining,” John got out through giggles. Freddie huffed, “Oh shut it darling, I don’t see you helping!” He just giggled again. It was true he wasn’t helping however, he’d been given strict instructions not to move a muscle. They had gathered all the blankets and pillows on the couch for movie night. John immediately snuggled under the blankets because the apartment was freezing and he doesn’t handle the cold well at all. Freddie thought he looked so sweet and cozy he didn’t want him to have to get up from the warm shelter. Which brings them back to now, where Freddie must have fixed the problem because the screen comes to life and the picture starts playing. “Ha see!”, Freddie cries out, “Told you I had it under control!” He gives the cats a big bow before turning to John with a sly grin. “Whah.. Oh Don’t You Dare Freddie Mer- ”, he’s cut off by Fred landing right in top of him, pillows now thrown askew. He finds John’s waist under the blankets and starts tickling him to death. “N- No! St- stop! St-“ John wails. “What was that love? I can’t understand you,” Freddie sing songs while laughing himself. He eventually takes pity on John and stops his attack, they’re both winded from laughter, chests heaving and eyes bright. Freddie starts moving blankets and rearranging pillows, “I’m sorry darling, I couldn’t help myself,” Freddie says as he settles, pulling John into his side. They eventually get everything in place, the blankets, the food, and the cats who are cuddled up with them. As Freddie watches the movie with rapt attention, John only has eyes for him. He keeps peering up at Fred from his spot on his chest. He admires the beautiful features and soft eyes of his boyfriend. Freddie, who made him feel welcomed and accepted from the moment they met. From the first touch he knew. John knew nothing else would make him complete. He knew then what he knows now. That he could never dance again or pick up a tool or even never play his bass again, and he’d be fine, as long as he had Freddie. Moments like these, where he gets to be in Freddie’s arms, are all he’ll ever need. No, there is nothing more that John loves than Freddie. His home.
I see you hungry, I give you meat (DeacuryWeek2019)
A/N: Hi people!! Always late to the party, but here I’m. If u has read the fic that i wrote for day one, the bois were interrupted... But now they can satiate their hungry...
Prompts taken for Day 2 and 3: Dreams and Moaning.
Word count: 1.7k words.
Warning: SMUT! (this isn’t minor zone!) It’s my very first time writing something if this kind completely alone, sorry for the mistakes. Plus, English it’s my 2nd language, so sorry for the typos.
Tag list: @nightoftheland (thank u for hosting this ship week <3) @binkyisonline (one of the strongest Deacury fans that I ever knew :3 something “spicy” to u ) @warriorteam1924
Notes:
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! If u liked this fic, reblog this please.
In italic it’s a Fred’s flasback about his feelings before the successes of previous fic.
These dreams were increasingly recurring. Dreams in which he was the owner of his moans, of his pleasure. Dreams where I could feel all that passion overflowing. Where both satiated that hunger. It seemed to be something that would remain there, in his unconscious and that he could only be satisfied on the dream plane, until he noticed some reciprocity. It was even tender for him to see how John tried to hide his feelings. There were gestures, looks that spoke for itselves.
It was then that Friday, Fred saw him more withdrawn than usual and was encouraged to speak to him after that concert. Because it is well known, off the stage he’s a shy person.
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After the awkward moment they lived in the locker room, the four left the place, each by his side. That includes the couple.
The bassist is driving to Fred's flat as he can and they arrive at the apartment. They were never in such a hurry to arrive and be at peace as at that time.
“Just in case, disconnect the phone. I don't want absolutely anyone to bother us" says John as they headed to the apartment. He wanted that moment to be just he and Fred, to be able to enjoy it as it deserves.
They arrived and when the singer had just finished closing the door that the youngest pounces on him, putting him against the door and his body. He begins to kiss him passionately, putting his left hand on fred's waist and his right hand on the back of his friend's head, intertwining his long fingers in that dark hair. The other, tried to get rid of his lover, but there was no case... Moments later, he succeeded and said "you said you wanted that I should to disconnect the phone... let me do it then." He walks away and then goes to the phone to disconnect him from the line. He leans toward the device, leaving his butt standing out. When Fred disconnects it, still being in th he feels that two hands take his hips and also the touch of a bulge in the middle of his buttcheeks. He laughs.
"Stand against the wall and quit your platforms" says the brunette between gasps. Meanwhile, he lets his right hand slide to the dark-haired's bulge and starts to caress it.
Between soft laughs, Fred says "Hehehehe, and think that to..." He's interrupted.
"Shhhhh," John said seriously. "Do it". He loves being the dominant one, from his first time having sex. Today wasn't the exception.
His orders were obeyed.
Once this happened, he leans against the singer's back sliding his right hand back to that bulge and start to caress with more intensity. With his left hand aparted the hair and the shirt's neck and whispered in Fred's left ear "I can play to this too". He kissed that neck with passion, feeling the heartbeats increasing and the temperature raising. A deep sigh escaped.
He unzipped the pants with just one hands and just the underwear was between his hand and that. Left hand, unbuttoning slowly the shirt, caressing that chest and still kissing the neck, but now the right side. He ended to unbutton that shirt and start to quit it very slowly. Meanwhile, he gone from right shoulder, going to the right side of the neck, continuing his way to left side, alternating kisses with tiny licking and soft bites. When the shirt was off, he asked “how are you, my dear?”
“Please…” whispered Freddie.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me”
“Now say the complete phrase”
“w-why…?”
“It’s fun”
“Gosh, I woke a feral beast with just my kisses in your neck”
John smiled and he blushed a little. “Thank you…” That softness gone and he returned to speak in that seductive and playful way. “But. You shouldn’t say something?”
A deep sigh. “Darling, really, really i want that you fuck me please”.
He stopped to provoke him.
With a naughty smile, he said in his right ear “Good boy” and spanked him softly in the left buttcheek with his left hand. “Now we are going to the room… and dont quit nothing more! Lemme do it for you”.
Both were in the room. Wasn't too big but yeah so classy, and the bed seemed so comfy to lay.
When he locked the room, said to the another "lay upside down in the bed please." He lied in the middle of the bed, surrounded for some pillows. His head lies with the left side of his face over his two hands, with his brown eyes closed and smiling expecting what his lover will do. The brunette searched the bottle of lube in everyplace of that room… The dark haired laughed in a cute way and say "it's in the first drawer of that bedside table" pointing to the bedside of his left. "Howdy, it really seems like his first time with a guy… I just wanna to teach some things, but he don't…". His thoughts were interrupted for the presence of he, now without his shirt. He lied over his lover, feeling in his bare skin the sensation of the back of his lover. Both smiled in their inside. The brunette, having the bottle of lube in his left hand, said in the right ear of the another "I'll fuck u my dear… But not yet." A kiss in the neck. "I'll tease you a bit more".
"You really love foreplay", the another says smiling.
"Of course… I love see to my partner hungry for me, see their desesperation for pleasure, and see how they react when they finally have what they want" whispered in Fred's ear.
"I'm already hungry for you" confessed the another. "Please, I'm all yours. Do it."
"Hehe… not yet." said the bassist. "Relax and enjoy…"
Letting the bottle of lube near of his hand and now lying in his right side, very near to the singer, he now it's slowly quitting the pants of the another. After this, the singer tried to reach the zipper of the pants of his partner with his right hand "I wanna do it too".
"No no", said smiling mischievously and spanking in the another's butt.
Later, he start to quit that satin underwear. "Finally" he thought.
Sat in the border of the bed, with his body pointing to his partner, he open the bottle of lube and put some of the content in two of his fingers of the left hand.
"Are you ready for me?" said looking to that dark eyes.
"Yeah, do it".
Slowly, started to insert the index finger. Always watching to him. "Tell me if hurts"
"Don't hurts. Indeed… I want another finger."
"Not yet."
He introduced a lot of the index already. He starts to move the finger intensely.
He could listen a deep moan of his partner. "This is just the beginning" thought the bassist , biting his lower lip.
"Another... finger... please…" said sighing deeply.
After a seconds, the brunette introduced the another finger, the middle one. He start to move both fingers at the same rhythm.
His lover start to moaning with more intensity.
His fingers goes faster.
More moans.
"GOSH PLEASE FUCK ME. DONT TEASE ME MORE PLEASE."
The satisfaction in the bassist face watching to the another one with a lot of desire for his cock made him precum. "No gosh, I don't want to misfire", he tried to calm himself a bit.
He stand up of the bed and said to the singer then "I'll do. But I don't with this" pointing to his pants and shoes. "You w-"
"Yeah" said the singer incorporating. He goes to the border of the bed. Sitting there, he start to strip to his partner. First the shoes. After unzipping the pants. Quitted. When was turn of the underwear, he grabbed with his right hand that bulge "God, it's so big and hard… can I suck it a bit? Lemme do that…" said watching to the eyes to the bassist.
"Yeah, but just a… AAAAAAAAAH". He just quitted partially the boxers and grabbed the cock with his right hand and introduced it in his mouth. While he was sucking, he continued to quitting the boxers. His partner helped raising one leg at a time. When was finally gone, he grabbed the ass of the bassist and suck that dick like he knows to do it. The younger reclined his head, moaning deeply. Never had a better blowjob.
"Stop. STOP. I'll cum in your mouth if you continue… you don't wanted that I fuck you?".
Fred stopped.
"Sorry" said a bit shyly.
"Nothing to sorry… gosh that was so good. But that wasn't the plan. Next time, I'll let you carry on" said John.
His partner then posed with his knees on the border of the bed, with his ass up.
The bassist grabbed again the bottle of lube to lubricate his cock a bit more. Let the bottle in the next bedside table, grabbed that hips with his bare hands and insert his dick slowly.
The another sighed deeply.
"Perhaps will be short", warned John.
"No problem darling, do it please"
And he start to moving his dick with passion, always grabbing the hips of his lover.
Both moaned.
He goes even faster.
"Gosh I'm so close"
"Me too"
Moments later, both cum.
He stopped to move.
Trying to recover his breathing, quitted his dick and hugged to the another one. "I love you… I think".
"Why I think?"
"I don't know… this is so new to me… I just want to rest now with you. I'll think about that later, hehe".
He left to hug him and now lies in the centre of the bed,and the singer rest his head in the bare chest of John. Tight hugs. He kissing in the forehead of Fred.
"I loved this." said John.
"Me too.. but next time I want to be top, darling." said Freddie caressing John's chest with his hand.
"Heheh… we will see. For now, that will be just in your dreams".
Both giggled.
And bit a bit they fell asleep. In the arms of the another.
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At least, part of Fred's dreams come true. Will can be together, as a couple? Time will say that. For now, they had one of their best nights in years.
written for @nightoftheland's deacury week! sorry it's late!
pairing: john deacon/freddie mercury
rating: M
word count: 1598
summary: John hums, stretching out like a cat in the sun, before slowly relaxing again and staring up at Freddie. Freddie’s eyes are fixed on the television again, his hand still absentmindedly petting John’s hair. John loves him so much it’s overwhelming for a moment.
“Kiss, please,” he says softly.
Freddie blinks down at him before he sighs, playful, bending to kiss him with a smile on his lips.
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Or, John is feeling happy and playful and in love. Freddie is always willing to indulge him.
A/N: Is this platonic? Is this pre-relationship? I do not know but of course I had to take the gender bent prompt when I saw it.
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Johanna first met the enigma that was Freddie Mercury when she attended the audition Brian had invited her to and she had been hesitant to go because she was kind of busy with school but in the end she did go and she couldn’t be more glad for it.
She had met Brian a couple of times and even Roger once fleetingly but never their lead singer. With a name like Freddie, Johanna had honestly expected a guy and so she was surprised when she walked into the audition room and came face to face with a beautiful woman with long, dark hair framing her face, emphasizing her sharp cheekbones and dark eyes.
“You have to be Johanna! Brian told me about you, very pleased to meet you.”
Johanna took her hand, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks when she lifted it to her mouth and pressed a feather-light kiss to her knuckles.
“So you’re here to try out for the band?”
She nodded mutely.
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“I don’t think anything of this is going to fit me.” Johanna said.
She picked up one of Freddie’s shirt. It was very low-cut and tight. She had never worn something like that before and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to. Freddie didn’t seem to think so as she only tutted and passed her a similar cut shirt.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ll look great!”
“Freddie… I… Uhm…” Johanna looked down at her chest and then back to Freddie.
She didn’t want to say it but Freddie was way better endowed than her and it would probably look weird if she put one of her shirts on. Also, all of them seemed to have a big cleavage.
“Put it on, love, you’ll look good.”
Johanna hadn’t known Freddie for very long but she knew arguing with her was pointless and she had agreed to look for stage outfits. She sighed and took the shirt Freddie was holding out for her, along with the very tight pants. They were way too short since Johanna was a couple of inches taller than her but they still looked better than expected.
“Oh! You look great, I love it! Wait, I have a shirt you’d look great in!”
The next shirt had a even deeper cleavage and Johanna tugged her shirt further up. Or she tried at least but Freddie quickly pulled her hands away.
“Don’t hide what you have, darling! You’re looking good. Nothing’s wrong with showing off what you have.”
Johanna chuckled softly, shifting uncomfortably.
“Well, you need something to be able to show off.”
Freddie tutted softly and cupped her face, making her look into her eyes.
“You’re beautiful and, pardon my french, so are your tits. You have no need for this face. You’re going to look gorgeous and everyone will think so and want to take you home.”
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Johanna giggled, her heels making it hard to walk and she leaned on Freddie who was just as drunk as her, maybe even more so, but didn’t seem to be quite so unstable on her legs. Their gig had been very successful and they had celebrated it with a lot of shots. Thankfully, Freddie had offered her to sleep over at her place otherwise Johanna probably wouldn’t make it home as easily.
Freddie wrapped an arm around her, pulling her flush against her side and Johanna laughed, not sure about what but she was drunk so she didn’t care. Freddie didn’t live too far from the bar they had played at and they reached it quickly, despite walking relatively slow due to Johanna’s inability to walk in her platform boots. She loved them but being drunk in them was a pain in the ass.
They stumbled up the stairs, giggling about nothing and everything and Freddie needed a couple of tries until she managed to fit the key into the lock. Johanna fit herself against Freddie’s back, pressing her face against the fur of her coat. It was cold and she sighed happily.
Johanna borrowed a shirt and some shorts to wear in bed. The shorts were a little bit too short but they were comfortable and Freddie had too many blankets in her bed so it was impossible for her to get cold anyway.
“D’you want some tea?”
She nodded and they stood in the kitchen together, both wrapped into blankets as they waited for the kettle. Freddie gently knocked their shoulders together.
“I’m glad you joined the band.” She admitted softly. “Not that I don’t love Bri and Rog but it’s nice to not be the only girl, you know?”
Johanna chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder to pull her into a side hug. Under the smell of alcohol and smoke, she could smell the faint trace of Freddie’s floral shampoo. It was a nice smell.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I’m also glad to have you.”
“We girls have to stick together, right.”
Freddie kissed her cheek sloppily, probably leaving a smudge of dark lipstick on it but Johanna didn’t mind.
