summary: stable boy and daughter of a rich man at day. young, dreaming lovers at night.
warnings: some smut (unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it!), but it’s actually more of fluff. it’s also pretty short.
“Joe?” you whispered out, clutching onto your silk night robe that was failing to keep you warm from the unforgiving cold of the night.
After calling your lover’s name again, you did not have a chance to react to the swift crunching of the grass behind you before thin, but strong arms lifted you up, swirled you around, and put you back down.
Letting out soft, hushed giggles, you turned around to see him. Your rosy-cheeked, wide-smiled, stable boy. “Joe,” you breathed out, opening your arms up to have him into your arms before he stopped you.
His smile suddenly fell, being replaced by a look of worry. His hands then immediately cupped your face, some of his warmth traveling onto your cold skin. “(Y/N), where’s your coat? You’re cold as ice, darling.”
You only gave him a small, shy smile, accompanied by a sniffle, and shrugged. Joe rapidly removed his own, before wrapping it around your shoulders.
“I told you to always bring a coat, (Y/N),” Joe sighed, “I don’t want to lose my girl because she froze to death.”
Feeling your cheeks warming up at his statement, you simply looked down at your feet, not knowing how to respond to him.
His mouth curved into a smile, before tilting your chin up to look into his eyes, “don’t go shy on me now, darling.”
Trying to avoid to squeal and giggle at his boyish smile, you just pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, your face pressing against his chest, taking in his scent and hearing the subtle thumps of his heartbeat. Only for you.
Pulling away, “I made a fire to keep us warm, come on.”
You both settled into your usual spot, which was a bit far from the main manor, just far enough so no one would spot the bright light of the fire he always made.
Of course, no one knew about you and Joe. Your father would throw a huge fit and would easily get rid of a mere stable boy and get a replacement. You didn’t want to think about that.
Both of you always spent nights like these as much as you can, just being each others’ own escape from the real and cruel world. You would gladly throw away your status and wealth just to spend another night with him.
Joe leaned against the tree, his arms wrapped around your figure that was resting on his chest. His eyes traveled from the star-filled sky to you. Only he knows how beautiful you look under moonlight. Only him.
Feeling his burning gaze, your attention from the night sky turned to your lover behind you. You then slowly turned around to face him, your figure now resting on his lap.
He was breathless. You were breathtaking. He saw how the moonlight kissed almost every inch of your skin. “You’re beautiful,” He finally managed to say.
You cupped both his cheeks, you face moving closer towards his. “We’re beautiful,” You looked into his soft, gleaming eyes, before pressing your lips to his, your hands moving down to his shoulders.
Pulling away, both panting and gazes suddenly becoming fired with never ending passion, you breathed out, “make love to me, Joe. I need you.”
Joe did not hesitate to fumble with his pants, eventually freeing himself, already dripping from the sight of you.
You did the same, removing your undergarment then throwing it aside, forgetting about the coldness that surrounded the both of you.
After he breathlessly nodded for you to continue, you slowly sank down on him, remembering how much you always dreamed and craved for his touch.
Once you took in his entire being, you realized how you were the only one who saw him under moonlight. How only you saw his beauty and vulnerability. Only you.
Your hands bunched up the fabric on his shoulders, becoming enraptured with euphoria every time you moved up towards the sky, then back down to your lover.
Feeling tears glass over your eyes, you buried your face into his shoulder and sobbed, “you’re so beautiful, Joe,” moving yourself more rapidly, feeling your stomach tighten, and your core pulsating.
“I know, I know,” he said, almost sobbing as well, his hands guiding your lower body, “let go for me, darling. It’s just us for tonight. No one else,” he moved his own body up faster.
You sobbed even more into his shoulder as he helped you move faster, feeling an abundance of tingles in your lower body, before finally bursting, breathing his name out over and over again, “Joe!”
As Joe felt yourself tighten around him, he released himself, letting himself come undone, “(Y/N),” he breathed out.
The two lovers stayed in the same position for what seemed like years.
“I don’t want to wake up from this dream,” The rich man’s daughter cried, clutching onto her lover’s shoulders.
“Then we’ll sleep for a million years,” The stable boy replied, pressing his sweaty forehead against his lover’s.
And then they were no longer just a stable boy and a rich man’s daughter.
Just two lovers who saw each other under moonlight.
“If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I’d stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.” - André Aciman (2008). “Call Me by Your Name: A Novel”
a/n: ur girl has been watching cmbyn and moonlight again. also this kinda sucked ik, it was hard getting back into writing fics after not doing it for a long time, hope y’all still remember me lmao.
A/N: so this is based on a dream i had before with ben (ft. joe & gwil) in it so i’ll just write it bc why not. happy reading! 💓
It was a warm summer night, so your friends thought it was perfect for a late night swim at the pool. No one else was at the pool at the time, which made it better.
Clad in your swimsuit underneath your boyfriend’s t-shirt, you sat on the ledge, your feet dipped in the cold pool water, you watched as Joe, Gwilym, and your boyfriend, Ben splashed each other in the other side of the pool, playing around.
“Come on, (Y/N)! The water’s fine!” Joe shouted, waving his arms around, gesturing for you to come in and join them.
You waved your hand back and shook your head. You’d rather just sit here and not freeze to death in the water. “I’m good!”
After a while, Joe and Gwilym decided it was a good idea to just chill in the jacuzzi, which was just a few steps away from the main pool. They both climbed up from the pool, and headed over to the jacuzzi, leaving Ben in the pool with you.
Seeing your boyfriend was slowly swimming under the water towards you, you bit your lip in anticipation before he finally rose up in the water, both hands pushing his wet hair back as water dripped down from his biceps to his torso.
“Hey, babe,” Ben smirked, his deep voice sending chills all over your body.
“Hi,” You whispered with a shy smile, trying hard not to drool at the fact that he was literally topless and dripping wet in front of you.
Ben slowly went nearer to you, his hands softly pushing your legs apart to place himself there, his wet arms wrapping themselves around your waist.
Your cheeks heated up, looking down at him as he brought his hands under the shirt, fingers teasingly going a little bit under the waistband of your bikini bottom, his wet fingers sending shivers throughout your body.
“Water’s too cold for you, love?” He asked, looking up at you with his now darker eyes. “Mhm,” You hummed, chewing on your lip as your core began to ache.
“How about…I help you warm up?” He grinned, his tongue in between his teeth, as his half-lidded eyes looked into yours.
You immediately looked over to Joe and Gwilym in the jacuzzi on the other side. Seeing as they were stuck in their own conversation, you turned back to Ben, whispering to him, “Joe and Gwil are right there.”
He let out a soft chuckle, “I promise I’ll be quiet, babe,” He then pulled himself up towards you, his hands on either side of you before he whispered to your ear, “They won’t notice a thing.”
From your ear, he moved his face in front of yours to press his lips against yours. He then slowly came back down to the water, your lips not pulling away from each other before his feet finally reached the pool floor, his hands cupping your cheeks.
When you both pulled away, your face dripping with water from his wet hands, his fingers slowly dragged themselves from your knees to your inner thighs, whilst trailing wet kisses along your skin.
You softly panted from the kiss, as you watched his lips touch your skin, feeling his hot breath nearing your core.
His hands then made their way to the waistband of your red bikini, and swiftly pulled them down and threw it aside.
“Oh my god,” You gasped, feeling your bare bottom against the rough ledge. Thank God, you were wearing Ben’s t-shirt to hide it.
“Shh, they’ll hear you, love,” Ben whispered, his hands pulling your legs apart again and pulling the t-shirt up. As soon as his eyes found the sight of your naked core, he let out a soft growl, before pulling at your knees so he could have better access to it.
You looked back towards your two friends, who were thankfully facing the other way, before looking back down at your boyfriend in between your legs.
“You’re dripping wet, baby,” Ben moaned, “And it’s not the water.”
Biting your lip, you struggled to keep quiet as his mouth neared your pussy, pulsating with anticipation.
You finally felt his tongue stripe up and down against your folds, stopping just before your clit on purpose, making you let out a soft whimper.
He chuckled against your pussy, sending vibrations to the bundle of nerves, “Just say the word and I’ll do it, baby,” He whispered, going back to lick up and down your folds, making sure not to touch your clit.
As he continued this, you chewed on your lip, moans threatening to escape. “Please, Ben.”
“Please, what?” He said, teasingly, his mouth against your folds, just below your clit. That bastard. “Please, touch my clit,” You breathed, back arching at the need of his mouth against your bud.
From that, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around the sensitive bud, swirling around for a moment before his two fingers decide to join in, sliding into your pussy.
Your fingers immediately get tangled up in his wet hair, pressing his mouth harder in between your legs.
His fingers push themselves in and out of you, making sure to curl them against your g-spot, while he sucks on your clit.
You wanted to look towards your unaware friends to see if they weren’t looking, but you couldn’t. You were too busy squirming and drowning in pleasure to even care.
From time to time, he would switch from sucking and lapping at your clit with his tongue and it was easily helping your orgasm build up.
After a while, his fingers started to pump faster, hitting your g-spot harder, while his mouth continued to suck hard on your clit, tongue twirling around it.
Feeling your orgasm fast approaching, you let out a soft sob, “Oh my god, Ben,” Your hand pushing the back of his head further, his fingers removing themselves and letting his mouth do all the work.
“Ben, baby, I’m gonna cum,” You whispered, feeling your core aching to release itself. “Then cum for me, baby. Cum in my mouth,” He grunted against your clit.
Your breathing starts to become faster as you near your end, his mouth sucking hard on your sensitive bud, before you finally felt your pussy tighten and explode.
Covering your mouth with both hands, you almost screamed as you came into your boyfriend’s mouth, letting out soft whimpers instead. You then start to breathe in and out slowly, riding out your orgasm.
As your breathing came back to normal, he pressed one final kiss to your clit before pulling himself up again on the ledge to be face to face with you again, “Now that you’re all warmed up,” He smirked.
“Come swim with me, babe,” before pulling you down with him in the water.
Bonus:
“They’re awfully quiet,” Joe said, as he sipped on his drink.
“I wonder what they’re doing,” He turned his body so he could take a look at the two of you before Gwilym stopped him, “I’m not sure you would want to see.”
a/n: i actually made being married to joe headcanons before this so go ahead if y’all wanna read!! 💓
so it’s no secret that this man would be 1000000% dad material
we’ve all seen pics of him with kids and it’s fuckin adorable
so imagine his face when you told him you were pregnant
he would be s o b b i n g
though it took some attempts
you had so many cute ideas and plans on how to break the news to him
like putting a bun in the oven or doing the whisper challenge thingy
but he just wouldn’t get it for some reason
so after like 938382728537 attempts
you decide to straight up say it to his face
“joe i’m pregnant”
his reaction brings joy to your heart nonetheless
he just pulls you in for a tight hug and buries his face in your shoulder
“i’m gonna be a dad?” his voice bREAKS bc he’s crying aw :(
and you just kiss his head and stroke his hair
“yes joe”
you also couldn’t help but tear up bc you know he loves kids so much and he’s been wanting to have his own and he can finally have a family with you 💗 uwu
ofc joe was with you through every step of the way
he would cook you breakfast and bring you literally any craving you had without question
“what do you wanna eat for lunch, babe?”
“pizza ,,, with mac ‘n cheese on top ,,, smothered in ranch ,,, and a milkshake with peanut butter in it ,,, lots of it.”
“ok gotchu babe”
he would also talk and cuddle your bump as much as he could
late at night he would make sure you were asleep (sometimes you weren’t so you pretended to be asleep)
and just talk to your bump
“hi there, mommy and i can’t wait to see you”
“i don’t care if you’re a boy or a girl or both or neither”
“i’m still gonna love you with all my heart and soul and protect you at all costs”
then he softly kisses your bump and goes back to sleep
you tried so hard to contain yourself bc you just wanted to squeal and drown him in a billion kisses
omg imagine when both of you went to award shows or premieres
showing off your baby bump like an icon™️
joe would be so silly when taking pictures on the red carpet
like he would just point at your belly and be like “i did that *wink wink*”
nonetheless both of you just looked so amazing like the ultimate power couple you are
when the due date finally comes OH BOY
all hell breaks loose in the house
“jO E m Y WATER JUST B RO KE“
and he would panic a bit but he would be prepared
like he had an emergency bag with your clothes and some essentials in it
he would guide you to the car
“yeah that’s right baby, you’re doing fine”
“fine? FINE??? i am totally NOT FINE JOSEPH”
then you finally arrive in the hospital
before you could even get down from the car, joe just picks you up and carries you to the emergency room
he holds your hand the entire time
after you finally give birth he just gives you tons of kisses
“you did so well, baby”
the nurses hand the baby over to him and he’s just looking at it with glossy eyes
then he shows your child to you
“he/she’s so beautiful”
“just like his/her mom”
he would def post a picture of the three of you on his instagram right after
proud parents™️ :’)
if you had a son, you would definitely name him after joe
like when you’re calling for one of them, “hey, joe?”
and they both turn their heads and say in unison, “yes?” lmaooo
“that’s it i’m calling you joey”
“oh god moOoOoOoM”
so the first few months of taking care of your baby was tough ofc but you both got the hang of it as time passed by
thank god you both took parenting classes
both of you would have this silly competition on who could put the diaper on the baby faster
or who could cheer your baby up first when he/she starts crying
but you still had your sweet fluffy moments
one time you woke up in the middle of the night and joe wasn’t beside you
so you went to your kid’s room and saw him on a chair, holding your baby :’)
the baby woke up crying so joe went and checked up on it
he was talking to it so you just hid behind the door and watched
“hey tiny person”
“it’s okay, it’s okay, shhh”
“daddy’s got you” :’)
then the baby would start smiling up at him, gurgling
and you swore you heard “dada” come out the baby’s mouth and it wAS U G H just brought tears to your eyes
you literally had your hand against your heart bc it was such a beautiful sight uwu
so you couldn’t help but approach the two, putting your hands on his shoulders
“oh sorry, did we wake you up, babe?”
“no, the bed just felt cold without you”
he chuckles, “be there soon, have to take care of this little one first”
you both just spent a few minutes together before you suggested to bring your baby to your bedroom
so you all slept together with your baby in the middle :’)
you also had a lot of picnics together !!!
your kid was about three years old and you would watch him/her play around in the grass (bonus if you have a dog!!!)
while you had your back against joe’s chest, his arms wrapped around you
“he/she grows way too fast” he grumbles and pouts against your shoulder
you turn your head to peck his lips, “that means we did well, right?”
he continues to have this cute pout on his face, “but he/she’s gonna grow even more then he/she’s gonna be an angsty teen, rebel against us, go to college, have a job, get married—“
you just cut him off with a kiss, you giggled, “and i’m gonna be by your side the whole time”
“enjoy the moment while he/she’s still small” 💗
then your child comes running up to the both of you, flailing around with cute lil chubby arms and legs uwu
“mommy! daddy! let’s pway!”
and you just spent the whole day playing around in the grass with your beautiful family :’)
when you have get togethers with the borhap cast
lucy would definitely be all over your kid, “sorry, guys. he/she’ll be staying with rami and i from now on”
also when you talk with the others while your kid is on your lap
joe, not paying attention, is beside you making goofy faces at your kid, giggles coming out from them
and oh boy expect lots of instagram posts from joe
one time he was alone with your kid while you were at work and both of them were missing you
so he decided to post a selfie of the both of them, making cute pouty faces
“it’s so lonely in the house without mom 😪 @(y/n)”
then you send joe back a selfie with a scrunched up face, “i’m at the grocery store buying food so you two babies don’t starve to death”
another is your kid’s first day of school !!!
you took the picture, joe was kneeling down, hugging your kid tightly
“it’s this little troublemaker’s first day of school! don’t burn the school down!” 😂
joe is definitely a dedicated dad
schedule a meeting at 3? no way man i gotta pick my kid up from school
omg when he arrives at the school too early
he parks his car first and decides to make a random video for instagram
y’all already know what it would be
then your kid, already a teenager, comes to the car and just finds joe like this—
“what the hell are you doing, dad?”
lmao alright that’s all i have for now !!! def making another part in the future!
Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.
Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, Brian May x Reader
Warnings: none really, just a really tiny mamma mia reference (i couldn’t help it) and a little surprise.
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July 13, 1985
It’s 12 noon in London, 7AM in Philadelphia,
And around the world, It’s time for LIve Aid.
“Ready, (Y/N)?” Brian sent you a soft smile, resting his hand on your knee. You slowly breathed in and out, looked to Brian at your side and said, “Ready.”
After getting out of the car, you both walked towards the house you haven’t been in for a long time, Brian following behind you while his hand rested itself on your shoulder, trying to make you relax.
In front of the door, you turn your back to look at Brian, who sends you a soft, reassuring smile and a nod, before taking a deep breath and ringing the doorbell.
After a few moments, you heard shuffling steps behind the door before it was opened, revealing your aunt.
“(Y/N)?”
“Hi, auntie.”
Then finally bringing you into a deep, warm hug.
In the living room, both your aunt and your cousin, Poppy, who probably know of you and Brian’s… thing, have been laughing and chatting with Brian, whilst you stood in front of the piano, looking at a framed picture of your mother.
It was a picture of your mother in one of her extremely flamboyant stage outfits, behind her you could see two other figures, wearing similar outfits, probably her friends, Roxy and Tessa? You couldn’t remember their names anymore.
Meanwhile, your uncle simply sat on his usual chair in the living room, carefully sipping on his mug of tea.
Your eyes then landed on the wall clock, revealing that it was almost time for you to go to Wembley. “Bri and I have to go.”
Your auntie replied, “But you just got here, sweetheart!”
“What do you mean, ‘go?’” Your uncle suddenly stood up.
“We’ve gotta get to Wembley,” You grabbed Brian’s hand, gesturing for him to stand up, “We’re all doing our bit for the starving children in Africa, and nobody’s taking any money.”
Your uncle then slowly walked towards you, a million things running through his mind but he couldn’t seem to say it out loud.
You sent him a soft smile, “Good thoughts, good words, good deeds. Just like you taught me, Uncle.”
He didn’t say anything but just simply pulled you in for a tight hug, “Your mother would be so proud of you,” He whispered, his voice almost breaking.
You let out a soft chuckle before pulling away, firmly patting your uncle’s shoulder.
“Love you, darling,” Your aunt said, tears coming through her eyes.
“Bye Pops. Love you too, auntie.”
Before finally walking out the door with Brian.
“Poppy… put on the telly.”
Sitting in the little trailer, you sat beside Brian, who was currently playing some tunes on his guitar until he put it down, replacing it with your hand instead.
Deacy squinted, before pointing between Brian and yourself, “You two?”
You looked towards Brian, who softly stroked your hand with his thumb, before simply sending Deacy a knowing look.
“Knew it,” Roger added, each and every one of you letting out some laughs, until a knock came from the door.
It opened, revealing Matthew and his wife, Daisy. “Hello, Matthew,” Brian smiled.
“Hi, Brian, we just came to wish you good luck.”
“Hello, darling,” You smiled at them, before leaning down to kiss his cheek, giving Daisy a soft hug afterwards.
As soon as Matthew saw your hand place itself inside Brian’s, he immediately sent you a knowing smile.
“I’ll see you after,” You said to them, before Matthew nodded and left with Daisy.
Closing the door, you sat back down, sighing, “What do we think of Daisy?”
“She seems nice.”
“I think she’s into me,” You joked, before looking over to Brian, who was jokingly shaking his head.
“I know everyone is probably in love with me already but I think you’re the only one I have fallen for, darling,” You squeezed Brian’s hand.
Cue fake gagging sounds from Roger and Deacy.
When you’ve all been finally called in, your heart thumped faster with every step you took towards that stage.
Standing in front of the entrance, you turned back to your three best friends.
“Her Majesty… Queen!”
Walking towards the middle of the stage, you let your ears go deaf from all the cheers and whistles from the seemingly endless crowd, waving your arm around for them, before finally walking to the piano and sat down.
Letting your fingers do a few tunes before you start, you looked at everyone around you.
John. Roger. Brian.
Miami. Matthew.
And finally, upwards. Mum.
“Mama… just killed a man…”
Hertfordshire, 2017
Brian watched as the (H/C) haired girl on stage moved and danced around, following the movement director in front of her. Moving so much like you.
It took a lot of work and convincing to finally be able to do this project, but he knew he had to. He had to tell the entire world the story of one of the greatest and influential women in history.
When the practice run had ended, everyone clapped their hands together at the cast, as Joe, Ben, and Gwilym bowed down together with the panting, but grinning actress.
Brian clapped along, almost wanting to shed a tear because it was like he relived that moment back in 1985 again. Feeling a pat on his back, he already knew who it was.
“She would be so proud of you, dad.”
Brian let out a soft sniffle, “I know, Freddie. I know,” receiving another pat from his son.
As soon as Brian looked up to the sky to try and rid of his incoming tears, a car came driving through the airfield. A car he knew all too well.
Once the car had stopped, a man in a black suit stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the door to the backseat before a heel clad foot stepped down.
“Sorry, I’m late, darlings.”
a/n: and that ends atwb. or is it? (tbh i would love to do some more stuff from this series like some blurbs so i might post some in the future. pls do send in some ideas if you’d like!) THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR SUPPORTING THIS SERIES. I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU GUYS. I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL.
Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.
Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of dying and drinking, fighting. THIS IS IT, GUYS.
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“Convinced our voices can’t be heard,” You sang out, your voice cracking a little bit, “You just wanna scream it louder and louder and louder.”
“What the hell are we fighting for?”
You hand came up to your throat, feeling a warm ache as you sang the next lyric, “Ah, just surrender and it won’t hurt at all,” before finally holding a finger up, gesturing for them to stop playing.
“Yup,” Deacy said before looking over to Brian, “Let’s call it, yeah?”
Shaking your head, “Sorry,” you let out a light chuckle, “I sound like shit.”
“You all are lovely, you sound good,” You smiled to everyone, placing your microphone back on the stand, “Been a while.”
Holding onto your throat, you tried to clear it again, “My throat feels like a vulture’s crotch.”
Each of them let out a chuckle before Roger said, “We still got a week. We’ll get there.”
“Yeah, we’re in a good place, (Y/N/N),” Brian added, “You just need a bit of rest, that’s all,” He looked towards you, your back facing them, before you softly replied, “Yeah.”
Eventually the three of them got into their own conversation, your heart beginning to beat faster than normal as you looked up to Miami, who had a knowing look on his face.
Your stomach hurt with anticipation, but you still fought it. Nodding subtly at Miami, you turned towards them, “Before you leave…”
“Could I have a second?”
“Yeah. What’s up?” Roger asked.
Before you could chicken out and turn away from them, you blurted out, “I’ve got it.”
Each of their faces held a confused look, Deacy shaking his head before asking, “Got what?”
“I’m dying.”
“I wanted you to hear it from me.”
Deacy immediately felt tears rush through his eyes, sighing and looking up at the windows to avoid breaking down in tears in front of you.
Roger just felt numb, frozen in place, staring at you in shock, secretly begging you to break out in laughter and laugh at their reactions to the joke you just made.
As much as Brian was thrashing on the inside, he contained himself, though the ache he felt in his chest couldn’t be ignored, he resorted to looking down at the floor, biting his lip before looking back up to you, “(Y/N/N), I’m so sorry.”
“Brian, stop.”
You shook your head, “Don’t.”
“For right now… it’s between us,” You smiled softly at them, “All right? Just us.”
“So, please… if any of you fuss about it or frown about it, or worst of all, if you bore me with your sympathy, that’s just seconds wasted. Seconds that could be used making music… which is all I want to do with the time I have left.”
“I don’t have time to be their victim, the face of a front-page news cover, the poor, sickly, dying girl…”
“No. I decide who I am,” You looked at the three of them, your mouth curling up into a small smile, “I’m going to be what I was born to be.”
“A performer… who gives the people what they want.”
“Touch of the heavens,” You pointed your finger up, a smile gracing its way to Brian’s lips while Deacy nodded, tears pouring down his cheeks, but with his own smile.
“(Y/N) fucking Mercury.”
“You’re a legend, (Y/N),” Roger said.
“You’re bloody right I am. We’re all legends.”
“But you’re right, I am a legend,” You added, making the three burst out in laughter, “Now you give me a chance to get my bitchy little vocal cords in order…”
“And we’ll go and punch a hole through the roof of that stadium.”
“Actually, Wembley doesn’t have a roof,” Deacy corrected, all of you letting out a chuckle before Brian added with a strained voice, a tight-lipped smile on his face, “He’s right, it doesn’t.”
“Then we’ll punch a hole in the sky,” You raised your arm up.
After putting your arm down, you walked towards the three of them, Brian bringing his arm around your shoulders before you all circled together in a hug.
“Now, even though you’re crying like three little girls… I still love you,” You grinned, Brian’s hand patting your hair.
Before you could break down in tears yourself, you pulled away, “All right, enough of this.”
“Drink?”
“Yes!”
“Or ten,” Deacy replied, sniffing.
Church bells rang loudly as both white doves and rice flew everywhere, showering the newly-wed couple in all of the guests’ best wishes for them.
Leaning against the bark of the tree that was several feet away from the church’s main entrance, you smiled softly as you watched the happy couple, your face hiding under the large, black hat that rested on your head.
Hearing the sound of grass crunching nearby, you looked to your side before chuckling softly, “You know, your hair gives it away all the time.”
Brian let out a chuckle as he stood next to you before you continued, “Still not thinking of cutting it?”
He shook his head, “Never.”
“I can already see seventy-something year old Brian Harold May, still rocking the curly hair,” You joked, Brian letting out a laugh before you mumbled, “It is one of your best features anyway.”
Warmth rushed to your cheeks immediately, realizing what you just said, before Brian cleared his throat, changing the subject for you, “They look so happy,” He watched the two lovers at the front, before looking over to you, many things running through his mind at that short moment.
“They do,” You watched as the couple took pictures, before you let out a light chuckle, “I always thought that I would be here for this.”
“Just not in this way,” You shook your head, feeling tears at the corners of your eyes.
“Oh, (Y/N),” Brian sighed, before bringing his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.
You let out a sniff, before rubbing your eyes, “All right, let’s not waste life on sadness, now,” You chuckled, Brian joining along, but keeping his arm around you.
“How about a drink at my place, huh? Rog and Deacy are probably too busy having their own drinks with their wives,” He chuckled.
You looked up at him with a smile, “I would love that.”
As you passed by the main entrance, you couldn’t help but look over to the couple. On him.
Matthew smiled at the guests, thanking them for coming, while his lovely bride, Daisy held onto his arm, giggling at whatever her friend told her.
He looked around, trying to find you, before his eyes finally locked with yours, his lips curling up into a smile as he saw you walking away with Brian.
You sent him a sweet smile, your eyes filling up with tears again, with joy this time.
In that moment, you thanked him. For everything. Taking care of you, putting up with all your shit, all those times you made love with one another, all the sweet, unforgettable memories you’ve made together, all the pain you’ve went through together, and for making you feel loved. Truly loved.
Thank you, Matthew Adams.
As if he read your mind, Matthew nodded his head your way, with the most genuine and heartfelt smile on his face, Thank you, (Y/N) Mercury.
Before finally walking away from him.
While you and Brian walked towards to his car, your eyes were locked on him, the rays of setting sun in the sky shining through his curls.
“What?” Brian chuckled, noticing you staring.
You giggled as you shook your head, “Nothing.”
“Is anyone home?” You asked Brian as you stepped through his front door, entering his large home.
“Dianne,” Brian replied, “Goes back to Chrissie’s in a couple days.”
“Auntie (Y/N)!” A tiny voice cheered, before you felt little arms wrap around your legs.
You let out a giggle, “Hello there, little darling,” You kneeled down to her level, wrapping your arms around her tiny figure, “How’s my favorite troublemaker?”
“Better now that you’re here!”
“Oh yeah, ignore your dad, why don’t you?” Brian huffed.
The four-year old let out a cute giggle, before switching to her dad’s legs, wrapping her arms around them, “Daddy!”
Brian kneeled down to pick his daughter up, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead, “Hello there, munchkin.”
Putting her back down on the floor, Brian added, “Why don’t you go get your fine works of art and show Auntie (Y/N)?”
“Okay, daddy!” Dianne cheered, before her little feet start running up the stairs to her bedroom.
Later on, you were both sat down on the living room floor, Dianne showing you all her drawings, whilst Brian sat down on the couch behind you, watching you both.
“See the angry lion? That’s Uncle Roger,” Her tiny finger pointed at the hand drawn lion that was burning with anger as shown by the excessive use of a red crayon, “And the other lion, the nice one? That’s Uncle Deacy.”
You giggled at the drawings that were somewhat accurate to real life, “You’re going to be a wonderful artist one day, Didi.”
“You really think so, Auntie (Y/N)?” She looked up at you with glimmer in her innocent eyes, Eyes that were undoubtedly her father’s.
You placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “I know so.”
Brian smiled softly as he watched you interact with his daughter, he never thought he’d say this but, you would definitely make an amazing mother.
“Yay!” She cheered, “I have one last drawing! A new one!”
“Let’s see it, then,” You clapped.
Dianne then brought out a picture of three people holding hands, the figure with a lot of brown swirly lines along its head was obviously her father, the little figure in the middle being her, and the other figure of a woman, “Is that your mommy?”
“Mm-mm,” She shook her head, “That’s you, Auntie (Y/N)!”
Looking at the drawing more intently, you felt your heart become warm. Especially at the thought of having a family like that. With someone.
But before you could compliment her on her newest masterpiece, Brian interjected, “All right, now. It’s way past your bedtime, young lady.”
Dianne pouted, “But, daddy!”
You let out a soft giggle, stroking her hair softly, “Don’t worry, next time, we’ll draw together, but now, you have to go to sleep so you can have enough energy!”
Her pout grew into a excited grin, “Okay, Auntie (Y/N)!” before marching up to her bedroom.
As soon as Dianne left the room, Brian asked, “She only listens to you, you know?”
“Maybe I should be her mother then?” You joked, before plopping down on the couch, beside Brian.
You both laughed before Brian stood up to walk to get some drinks, and as soon as he got back and handed you your drink, you felt the air become thick.
“It’s been hard,” Brian took a gulp of his drink, “Not getting to see Dianne all the time.”
“Chrissie has her on most of the days. Me being so busy with the band and all. I bet it’s hard for Didi too, always moving, not having both her parents all the time.”
You sighed, “It is hard. But she’ll get used to it.”
“Yeah. She seems to like you a lot, though,” Brian chuckled.
“Like me? Darling, please, she loves me,” You replied, “I am her favorite person in the world after all.”
A chorus of laughter bursted from the two of you, and from there you just talked about random things, like talking shit about that one asshole that you left distressed at Munich.
“So, what are you going to do now?” Brian asked, his shirt almost completely unbuttoned whilst your jacket was thrown off to the side.
“I don’t know,” You shrugged, “Live life to the fullest? Is that what people say?,” You let out a light chuckle, before taking a sip of your drink, “As long it’s with you, Rog, and Deacy, of course.”
Brian smiled softly, “Of course, I’ll always be by your side, (Y/N).”
Looking over to him, you reached for his hand, gently stroking the back with your thumb, “Thank you, Brian.”
You continued to look at him. For the first time in fifteen years, you got a proper look at him. Brian Harold May. One of your best mates ever since you formed the band. And now someone you would want to spend the remaining years of your--
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You ripped your hand away from his.
“What do you mean, (Y/N)?” Brian asked, a look of concern on his face because of your sudden change of mood.
You slammed your glass down the coffee table and stood up, “Did you even notice?” You pointed your finger at him in anger.
Brian stood up, shaking his head, “Notice what, (Y/N)? Fuck’s sake, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Paul. Everything. Everything that’s been ruining me! Ruining my life!” You shouted, tears burning the edges of your eyes before you broke down and let everything pour out of you.
It was the first time Brian saw you cry like that. The first time you broke your walls down in front of him. Your real emotions.
Kneeling down in front of you, he tried to pat your shoulder but then you shoved it away. You had a little too much to drink but he knew that everything you said was real. And it hit him hard.
So, Brian finally did what he should have, he wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you to his chest, resting his chin atop your head.
You thrashed around, and just punched him everywhere in his grip but he stood still, and let you pour everything out on him.
Your fists kept hitting him in his chest, “Why didn’t you do anything, Brian?” You sobbed, “I needed you. I fucking needed you every fucking time.”
“But, you never needed me,” Your red eyes looked up at him.
“That’s not true, (Y/N),” Brian said, looking at you with his own tears in his eyes, “I always needed you.”
“But why the fuck didn’t you do anything?”
“Because,” He gulped, “I was so fucking stupid and blinded by everything. I was selfish, I thought that thinking you were fine would feel better and hurt less than actually seeing what’s behind everything. I was a stupid fucking idiot, (Y/N).”
He looked down at you, “I knew I had a choice. And I regret not taking that chance,” His thumb stroked your tear-stained cheek, “Now, I’d rather die than seeing you get hurt again.”
“Brian…”
“And I still am selfish, (Y/N),” Brian continued, “Because after all the pain I’ve caused you…”
“I still want you all to myself.”
And that’s when he broke down in tears, his face burying itself into your neck.
“I fucking need you in my life, (Y/N) Mercury,” He sobbed into your neck.
Feeling his tears run down your neck, you stroked his curly hair a few times before pulling him back, “How dare you?”
Brian looked up at you, “I know, I’m so fucking sorry, (Y/N)--”
“How dare you make me wait this long for you to say that?”
“What?”
“For fuck’s sake, Brian, It’s 1985! We met in 1970, so it took you fifteen years to actually say those words to my face?”
“I don’t understand-”
“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me, you wanker.”
And he did.
Like he should have when he first saw you at the pub.
a/n: omg omg omg idfk what to feel about this chapter omgshdmfogod whatthefucktheufuck
“Can you do an imagine where Roger tries to initate the hoop diddy doo for the first time to reader but she’s very shy and soft and still a virgin? Thanks love! xoxoxo” - Anon
A/N: 'the hoop diddy doo’ HAHAH thanks for the request, anon! p.s. consent is VERY important. do NOT pressure ANYONE into engaging in any sexual activities !!! happy reading! 💓
You bit your lip as you watched your drummer boyfriend from the side of the stage. It was the final song of the night, and he was still torturing you with his now sweaty chest and messed-up hair as he banged on the drums.
You met Roger through Freddie, who has been your best friend since you both went into design together at uni. You remembered when Freddie found out that you two were dating, “She’s quite fragile, darling. Be gentle with her, she’s literally an angel, so I will not hesitate to cut your balls off when I find out you hurt her.”
Both of you were polar opposites, he was more outgoing and wild, while you more reserved and quiet, which always made you think why he even dates you. All you know is that you love him with all your heart and nothing will ever change that.
You were reserved and quiet, which could also mean that your mind goes different places. Every time you watch Roger go crazy on the drums, you couldn’t help but think what those hands could do. He would certainly destroy you if you let him-
Cursing at your filthy thoughts, you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart before you looked over to all four of them going to the front of the stage as Freddie thanked the crowd.
As they all went backstage, you congratulated each of the boys until Roger approached you, noticing his eyes have become darker. He was always so riled up after a show and it showed. He was panting, sweat running down his chest that was popping out of his opened black shirt.
Trying not to stare and drool at his revealed chest, you looked up at him and smiled softly, “You did so well, Roger,” You said, shyly, trying to ignore the sensation between your legs.
A smirk grew on his face, as he stepped closer to you. His fingers went under your chin, moving your face towards his. “Thanks, love,” He said in a husky tone, before placing a lingering kiss on your lips.
Your cheeks burned not only at the feeling of his lips against yours, but also the fact that there were still people in the room with you.
When he pulled away, he wrapped his arm securely around your shoulder, “Let’s head home.”
During the whole car ride home, you felt a peculiar tension with Roger. He would usually talk your ear off after a show but now, he was being unusually quiet.
But, that doesn’t count his warm hand resting itself on your knee, his thumb rubbing your skin in a circular motion. Bloody hell, why did I have to wear a short dress? It certainly wasn’t helping.
Roger just casually looked out the window, watching the moving houses pass by, and he had no idea what he was doing to you.
When the driver announced your arrival at the house, Roger stepped out, before giving you a hand to get out of the car. Roger thanked the driver and told him the time he was going to leave the next day before wrapping his arm around you and walking towards the front door.
After unlocking the door, you went in first, followed by Roger then he locked the door, immediately ripping off his coat and throwing it somewhere in the room. You looked back towards him, softly gasping as you noticed he was stepping closer to you.
“Roger?” You asked, softly, walking backwards, “Are you okay?” You asked once more, before gasping as you felt the hard wall against your back.
Roger didn’t respond, his arms now cornering you against the wall, his breathing becoming heavy. You couldn’t move.
“You know I always get riled up after a show, love,” He started, his voice lower than before. “But, tonight, I’m not holding back.” Fuck.
He smashed his lips against yours, your hands immediately getting tangled in his soft blond locks. His lips then trailed down to your neck from your lips, nibbling on the soft skin before suckling softly, creating a mark that Freddie was definitely gonna ask about tomorrow.
“Roger,” You breathed, wrapping your arms around him, his face buried in your neck. His hands began to softly caress your upper body, eventually feeling him squeeze your chest that he had been desperately waiting for so long to feel.
His head moved towards yours, noses touching, “Bedroom. Now,” He commanded, feeling his hot breath against your face. You nodded, still trying to catch your breath.
He let you go before him, your feet walking fast towards the bedroom, as you heard the bedroom door close, you immediately sat down on the end of the bed, not knowing what to do.
Roger looked at you with his lust-filled eyes, his fingers unbuttoning his shirt as his eyes never left yours. When he finally got the garment off, Roger started to walk towards you, feeling your breath quicken.
As he now stood in front of you, his hands slowly pushed you onto the bed, him coming after. He was now looming over you, both his hands resting themselves on the sides of your head.
His lips went back to your neck, kissing softly on the spot he made earlier. As he was working on your neck, his hands found themselves on your upper thighs, bunching your dress up to expose them.
You gasped, as you felt the cold air in between your legs, your panties now revealed to your boyfriend for the first time. “You’re so beautiful, (Y/N),” Roger whispered, his lips attaching themselves to your thighs, while his hands traveled back to your breasts, softly squeezing them, “You drive me crazy.” He mumbled against your soft skin.
You leaned your head back towards the sheets, eyes closed at the feeling of his hands and lips. “Roger,” You breathed, softy moaning. He let out a raspy chuckle at your sounds, making you feel the vibrations against your skin.
Until you felt his hand back to your lower body, fingers hooking themselves at your panties. Shit. “Roger, wait,” You pant, pulling yourself up with your elbows.
“What’s wrong, love?” Roger asked, his hands removing themselves from your body. “Um…” You started, immediately looking away, not knowing how to tell him.
Noticing how you didn’t know what to say, Roger chuckled, “If you’re worried about protection-”
“No, i-it’s not that,” You stuttered, pulling your knees up to your chest, your normal self returning. Roger looked at you, his eyes now concerned, “I-It’s just… that…”
“You’re a virgin?”
That’s it. You looked at him with an ashamed gaze, as if to confirm what he just said.
Not wanting to see his reaction, you felt tears fill your eyes, then buried your head against your knees, tears finally falling as you finally broke, “I-I’m sorry, Roger. I didn’t want to be a burden, but, I’ve never done anything like this before, It’s okay if you want to leave me, I know, I’m not good enough--”
Your rambling was then interrupted by warm arms wrapping themselves around you. Roger pulled you against his chest, His chin resting upon your head. “Ssh, it’s alright, love.”
You buried your face into his chest, letting it all out. “I’m so sorry, Roger,” You sobbed. “Don’t be sorry, love. You’re not ready yet.”
“And I probably never will be,” You sniffed, as you felt Rogers fingers lift your chin up to look at him, his eyes looking at you with the kindest and loving gaze. “Don’t say that. I’ll guide you through every step of the way.”
His thumb then wiped your tears away, “I won’t do anything to hurt you, love. I’ll wait a hundred years if I have to.”
Looking up at him with your reddened eyes, you smiled softly, “Thank you, Roger. I love you,” You buried your face in his neck, feeling yourself break into tears again. How did I ever deserve someone like him?
Roger pulled you closer, his hand slowly stroking your hair, “I love you so much, (Y/N). Don’t ever think otherwise.”
As you both stayed in that position for a while, you pulled your face away, eyes already dry from the countless tears. Roger then let out a soft chuckle, before placing a soft kiss on your lips,
Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.
Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader
Warnings: just a hint of angst.
⇦ previous chapter // next chapter ⇨
“I’m not even hurt by the fact that she’s let me go as a friend. But you can only be there so much for a person.”
“And so, Mr. Prenter, all these stories about (Y/N) Mercury and her lovers… that there were so many. Is it really true?”
“Yes, it is. Her lovers were countless.”
You stare blank-faced at the television, thinking, of course he would do this. But, you didn’t care. Not even one bit.
“So, you really did see what was behind the mask?”
Not wanting to hear any more of it, you grabbed the telephone from the table beside you and dialed a number you should have before, “Hello?”
“Miami?” You said, almost croaking.
Jim raised his brows up, definitely not expecting a phone call from you, “(Y/N)? How are you?”
“There was this Africa concert… that wants Queen to play. Is that still…”
“You mean Live Aid?” Jim leaned back in his chair, sighing, “They’ve announced all the bands, (Y/N). It’s too late.”
“I need… I need to reconnect with the mothership,” You said softly.
“(Y/N), they don’t want anything to do with you. They’re still very upset.”
Feeling your chest ache a little bit, you continued, “Maybe if you ask them… they would meet me. Tell them I want to talk. Just talk.”
Tears glossed over your eyes, you managed to let out, “We’re family.”
“You know, family have fights… all the time.”
“I can call.”
“Thank you… Jim.”
Looking back towards the television before ending the call, you heard the interviewer ask, “How would you describe her on the inside as a person?”
Paul scoffed, “For me, (Y/N) will always be this frightened little girl who’s afraid to be alone.”
Next thing you know you were sitting on one of the seats in Miami’s office, tapping your fingers on the armrest, patiently waiting. For the first time.
You tried to occupy yourself and avoid the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach by fixing your hair, fiddling with the hem of your black dress, or adjusting your leather jacket.
You looked towards Miami, who was carefully watching you the whole time, “Where are they?”
“They’re late.”
Nodding at his sentence, you couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your lips, almost chuckling at the thought. But your thoughts were soon interrupted by knocks on the glass door.
You quickly let out a breath and adjusted your position, before looking up to the three, Brian coming in first. Miami greeted, “Hi, guys.”
“Jim,” Brian acknowledged before he looked towards you, his face unreadable. Though the sight of him, especially after not seeing him for so long, never fails to make your heart beat faster than normal. Roger came in after, a glare hidden under his sunglasses, while John simply looked at his feet.
“If anybody wants any tea, coffee, bladed weapons… just ask.”
The three took their seats, Brian letting out a sigh as he sat nearest to you.
“So…” Miami started, “Who wants to go first?”
Staring at the coffee table, you spoke up, “I’ll start.”
“I’ve been hideous. I know that, and… I deserve your fury. I’ve been conceited, selfish…” You tried to look for more words but just decided on, “Well, an asshole, basically.”
“Strong beginning,” Roger retorted.
“Look, I’m happy to strip off my shirt and flagellate myself before you,” You said in a louder tone before saying softly, “Or rather, I could ask you a simple question.”
“I’m good with the flagellation.”
Ignoring Roger’s words, you let out a sigh, “What’s it gonna take for you all to forgive me?”
“Is that what you want, (Y/N)?” Brian asked, “I forgive you? Is that it? Can we go now?”
You immediately shook your head, “No.” Everyone in the room now looking at you, puzzled, before you continued, “I went to Munich.”
“I hired a bunch of guys. I told them exactly what I wanted them to do and the problem was…” You looked at them, “they did it.”
“No pushback from Roger. None of your rewrites,” You turned to Brian, then to John, “None of his funny looks,” a tight-lipped smile made its way to John’s face, Roger softly smiling at what you said, “I need my boys.”
“I need you... and you need me.”
Hearing no response, you decided to lighten up the mood by patting Brian’s shoulder, letting out a chuckle, “Let’s face it. We’re not bad for four aging queens.” His face not changing.
“So, um, go ahead. Name your terms.”
Brian continued to stare at you before speaking up, “Could you give us a moment, please, (Y/N)?”
Your smile fell, before slowly standing up, and walking out the door. Once you were out of the room, John asked Brian, “Why’d you do that?”
Brian shrugged, “I just felt like it.” The three of them letting out soft laughs.
Meanwhile, outside, both hands in your jacket pockets, leaning your back against the wall just beside Miami’s office, you stared at the floor, a million things going through your mind. Hearing the door open and close again, Miami walked towards you.
“They’ll be all right. They just need a bit of time.”
You continued to stare blankly at the floor, “What if I don’t have time?”
“What do you mean, (Y/N)?”
Thankfully, for now, you didn’t have to tell him as John opened the door and stepped out, “You can come back in now, if you’d like.”
Sitting back down on your seat, Roger spoke up, “We decided… what did we decide?”
John sighed, “From now on… every song, no matter who wrote it, music, lyrics… it’s by Queen. Not one of us, just Queen. All the money, all the credits split four ways evenly.”
You nodded, “Done.”
“We have a problem with the people around you,” Roger added.
“Paul is out. I fired him.”
“On what pretext?”
“Villainy. What else?”
“Bob Geldof,” Miami spoke up, “I called to convince him to squeeze you guys into the lineup for the Live Aid concert but he wants an answer now. You have to make a decision. Every ticket is already sold.”
“A hundred thousand people at Wembley, hundred thousand people at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia. A global TV audience around the world of a hundred and fifty countries, thirteen satellites. The Olympics only had three.”
“We haven’t played together in years,” Roger started, “It’s kinda suicide to play again for the first time in front of millions.”
Brian corrected, “Try over one point five billion,” before he scoffed, “Who are these four dinosaurs? Where’s Madonna?”
“It’s a twenty-minute set. Everyone gets the same,” Miami said, “Jagger, Bowie, Elton, McCartney, The Who, Led Zeppelin, Phil Collins, REO Speedwagon, Bob Dylan.”
“Certainly good company,” John said.
“Anybody who is anybody is doing this concert.”
“Look,” You spoke up, “All I know… is that if we wake up the day after this concert and we didn’t do our part… we’re going to regret it till the day we die.”
You didn’t know how, but you managed to contain yourself. Not in front of them. Not right now. Saying out in an almost shaky voice, “Please.”
a/n: sorry for the short chapter, i think you all know what happens next and i just wanted the next part to be its own chapter since it’s very major!
