#queen fanfiction

[psychedeliagroove]

Jonesy with his little zeppelin balloon. He is never beating the cutie patootie allegations

[ether3alesther]

y'all have no idea what I've got cooking rn

[another-bryk-in-the-wall]

Finger paint (Brian May x f!reader)

A few days later you were standing in the bathroom of Brian’s house, staring into the mirror as he got the last few bits to start the painting process. You had taken a quick shower at home as advised - yes, Brian did read a book about body painting from the library and told you all the tips and tricks he had noted down. The bikini you were wearing had seen better days, but it was good enough to get smeared with paint, and if it was in terrible shape after the party, you’d just throw it away.

note: whats UP gamers i got this request some time ago and honestly? i loved it. I decided to split it into two parts because i have some NASTY ideas for the smut part but you gotta wait for it for a bit longer cause life is stress.

Warnings: reader is so madly in love it's cringe, the writer of this fanfiction is cringe but free, nasty thoughts

*

Billions of people have seen his fingers work. Rushing over the strings of his guitar, his beloved, plucking them with a sensitivity one could wish for on their skin. Or on the piano, dancing along every chord and note, creating something so mesmerizing and beautiful, something one couldn’t turn their ears away from. A melody stuck in their heads for days, needed to be heard again, just this bit closer to world peace.

And today, you felt his magic fingers on your skin.

Freddie had an amazing idea - a body paint party. How he got that idea in the first place was something you didn’t dare to ask, but hey, a party was a party, and who were you to deny a good time?

It would be a blast, Freddie said, grinning from ear to ear as he handed you the invite. The party was a few days away, but knowing it’d be a hot day, your mind was already going wild. What would you wear? No, better way of saying it, what could you wear? An old bikini where some stains wouldn’t matter too much, but how in the name of everything that’s holy could you get the paint on?

You asked your whole friend circle - everyone was busy that day, leaving you with only one option…

“ROGER!”, you bursted into the room he was chilling in, reading some magazine slop about himself.

“Hey (Y/N), did you know I am apparently into big busty blondes?”, Roger pointed at the article where the writer had described his preferences in women in a weirdly detailed way. “That’s not true, the last one was a big busty brunette!”

“These rags aren’t even worth the paper they are printed on, why do you even read this shit?”, you asked as you fell into the chair next the couch he was laying on, peaking at the magazine title. Yeah, one of ‘those’ rags.

There were a few positives in being friends with a rock star before they had made it big. First of all, you can claim you weren’t in for the money and fame. Second, at this point, he knew half of Britain, so he probably knew someone who could help you with your body paint problem.

Roger and you had been friends for years. You had found him in a dumpster one night, and that would have been a charming story to tell if Roger were a cat. But he wasn’t, so you took him to the hospital, where the diagnosis was simple - too much alcohol. Roger was deeply embarrassed by his university shenanigans which led to you nearly having a heart attack when you found him, so he stuck around. You two quickly became best friends and looked out for each other in every possible way. His friend circle quickly adopted you in, and so did yours for Roger. Your bond ran deep and you could share your deepest secrets with him, all but one.

Brian? The astrophysicist turned guitar god? Yeah, that was a mad crush you developed the moment you saw him for the first time. Roger had invited you to a ‘jam session with the boys’, and there he was, sitting crisscrossed on the floor, a red guitar on his lap, his hair wilder than the thoughts which hit you the moment your gazes met. He offered you his hands for a formal handshake, and from this moment on you knew, you’d need his long fingers on your body again.

As the fame rose for the band, you were watching them from the sidelines. Roger’s success with the ladies was very amusing to you, they were always flocking him, swooning over his every step. Over time, rags like the one he was reading picked up on your existence, and tried to spin a story around you being a secret girlfriend.

Roger and you quickly denied these ideas, Roger even calling you the “girl for everything” in the band, and that you were your own person, not some arm candy for him and him alone. And in a certain way, he was right. They all knew you from before they became famous, so they knew you were legit, and not just here for fame and money. John needed help picking out onesies for his children? You were by his side, discussing how practical certain buttons were. Freddie had an evening celebration arranged but the caterer didn’t show up? You knew your ways around and had one arranged mere minutes later, earning the highest respect from the singer. Roger needed anything, no matter what? In no time, you were by his side.

And then, there was Brian. You did everything for him too, of course, but for him it was always with a bit more carefulness, making sure there wouldn’t be a single mistake. So…how about you’d ask him for help for once?

As this thought crossed your mind, you shook your head, much to Roger’s delight. “What’s going on, puppy?”, he asked as he watched you shake your thoughts away. “Something stupid just crossed my mind and now I feel bad. Ugh.”, you rolled your eyes. Oh! Idea!

“Say, Roggy, are you invited to Freddie’s party too? The body paint one?” “Yes, I am, but I cannot attend. Sucks, ‘cause can you imagine all the pretty ladies there?” “Why are you not going?” “Got a date.” “Aw fuck.” “Why?”

Quick, come up with an idea, “Cause I need someone to help me get that paint on, and I have no idea who to ask. My girls are all busy that day. Now you are too. Who the fuck am I supposed to ask now?” “Dunno. John? Brian?”

“What are you talking about?”

Roger and you looked up as Brian stood in the room. “Where did you come from?”, Roger said as he sat up, tossing the magazine on the ground next to the couch. “I told you I’d come over at 5 to discuss the latest song. You remember?”, Brian laughed as he walked over to the two of you, patting Roger on the shoulder and ruffling through your hair as a greeting - he was the only one who was allowed to do that. Roger tried it once and you nearly bit his hand off. Brian sat down next to Roger, looking over to you.

“True…kinda forgot what time it is.” “You always do Roger. So, what were you talking about?” “Oh, (Y/N) has a little problem here, and I think you might be able to fix it!”, Roger grinned, while you wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. To hide how nervous you were, you grabbed a pillow to fidget with. “Hm? Tell me?”, he said and gave you the sweetest look and if you didn’t have any self preservation left, you would have thrown yourself at him at this very moment.

“Oh, you see, Freddie’s body paint party…I need someone to help me put the paint on, but I have no one! Rog is busy, my friends are busy too, so yeah.” “Should I help you?”

You looked up from the pillow, silently praying to every god out there that you wouldn’t say anything stupid during the next few, very critical minutes. “Would you?” “Only if you help me too. I also got no one to help me, and even thought I have long arms, I cannot reach most of my back.” “Okay! Then it’s a deal!”

*

A few days later you were standing in the bathroom of Brian’s house, staring into the mirror as he got the last few bits to start the painting process. You had taken a quick shower at home as advised - yes, Brian did read a book about body painting from the library and told you all the tips and tricks he had noted down. The bikini you were wearing had seen better days, but it was good enough to get smeared with paint, and if it was in terrible shape after the party, you’d just throw it away.

“There we go.”, Brian said as he put the box down with all the things he needed - the many different kinds of paint, some sort of…setting spray?, many sponges and a shampoo and shower gel for afterwards. Brian had chosen to wear a pair of shorts, nothing fancy, and judging from the state they were in, they had also seen better days.

“And now we just…paint each other?”, you raised your eyebrows. “Yes, we do. Do you have a style in mind?” “Not at all. Maybe just, dunno, paint a sky on me with the sun and and some clouds.” “And you could do a night sky on me. That way we’d be matching!”

Oh fuck, matching body paints with Brian? Calm your mind, calm your mind…

“How about we sit in the bathtub and paint each other? That way we won’t stain the whole room?”, Brian suggested, and you could only agree. You grabbed a handful of the paints and brushes and sat into the bath, facing Brian. Oh, what a view it was. The past few weeks had been mostly spent in the studio, no public events to attend to. Brian had let his stubble grow out every so slightly, just a faint hint of beard on the otherwise rather smooth skin. It made him look a bit older but also wiser. How’d he look with glasses? How would he look like when he’s old? Would his crazy hair turn white, leaving him with a halo arou-

“Earth to (Y/N), Earth to (Y/N), are you here?”, Brian had been waving his hand in front of your face for a few seconds, and only now you realized it. How deeply in thought were you?

“Oh, I am sorry, was just thinking about something. Lets do this?”

“Sure!”

*

You started out by painting Brian’s back in a dark blue, waiting for it to dry so you could paint the stars and the moon on him afterwards. While his back was drying, Brian turned around to face you once more. “How does it look like?”, he asked, pointing at his back. “Amateur work, but it’ll be fine. I doubt anyone else is going to be in a better shape than us.” “Hey, with you helping me, I bet it’ll be amazing.”

Oh my…

Now it was time to paint his chest. He was so stick thin, you could see nearly every rib of his, counting them down till you reached his stomach. There was this weird type of fear spreading in your stomach as your paintbrush glided along his skin, leaving a trail of paint behind. Brian sometimes twitched when you hit a point he was ticklish at, but soon enough, most of his upper body was covered in paint.

“A penny for your thoughts?”, Brian asked. He had noticed your stares - truth to be told, he was no fool even if social interactions often weren’t his strong suit, but you were making it obvious. And that was something he was glad for, as he was afraid of his own feelings more often than not.

“I was thinking…how good this is going to look like. You are going to be a masterpiece!”, you somehow croaked that lie out, nervous that you’d betray your hidden feelings somehow. The butterflies in your stomach weren’t lying, but it was best to keep your mouth shut, otherwise they might escape.

“Well, love, at least then I might be able to rival your beauty.”

!

What did he just say? In a different setting, like a bar or in the studio, where drinks could have possibly flown already, a sentence like this would have been written off as pick up line. But here? In Brian’s bathroom? In a house you had been at so often, it felt like a third home, next to your own and Roger’s place? “We’ll see about that.”, was all you could get out before you reached for the paintbrush again. But before you could grab it, Brian got hold of your hand, lacing his fingers between yours.

“I meant it. You are so beautiful, and I am so glad Roger brought you into my life. Well, our lives, but I think you know what I mean.”, Brian said, squeezing your hand along this little confession of his. 

“I think I do.”, as you squeezed his hand back, a million thoughts flooded your brain. The most prominent one? You were scared. Scared of what was about to come, so you tried to let him down easy - for the moment “But come on, we have to get ready. We don’t want to disappoint Freddie, do we?” “If it meant I’d get to spend more time with you, I am more than ready to disappoint Freddie for once.”

Brian slowly let go of your hand, letting his fingers travel along your naked skin. Little sparks of electricity left behind where his touch was seconds ago, and you couldn’t wait for more. Your whole body felt as if it was on fire, a mixture of desire and the childish butterflies in your stomach doing summersaults. Brian’s hand came to rest on the back of your neck, gently pulling you a bit closer to him - as if you needed any kind of encouragement. “Do you trust me?” “I trust you with my life, Brian.” “Then come here, please.”, and with these words, he closed the gap between yours lips, and for the first time in your life, you felt as if you were floating.

did i leave this on a cliffhanger because i am mean? yes. Will there be smut? also yes.

[worldwhererosesbloom]

Sure, 70's Rog was cute and all, but late 80's Rog just gives me all the feels...

Someone give this man a hug 🫂

January '88, Making Music Magazine (photo credit: Alexandra Burke) scanned from my Queen collection...

[sellthemother]

A NEW DISCOVERY ABOUT THE STORY OF QUEEN

Apparently, in mid-1974, when Brian May became terribly ill with hepatitis (and then duodenal ulcer), Queen enlisted the occasional help of a woman who, along with Roy Thomas Baker, was a producer on 'Sheer Heart Attack' (without receiving any credit, for some reason) and helped write some of the songs we know.

She had a troubled relationship mainly with Brian, but the nature of their relationship is not yet openly known. Brian avoids talking about her completely.

She's a reserved Colombian immigrant and remained with the band until about 1986, when she completely severed ties with May. It could be that she is an important part of many things left blank in Queen's history.

This is the premise of the fictional autobiography called "Just Women", available on ao3. It is a work that aims for realism and is inspired by Queen biographies told by people close to the band. The woman in question, "Jo", tells her story and her experiences with the members, in detail. Rest assured that it is something far beyond what you can imagine.

The work carefully portrays all the real characters (Freddie, John, Roger, Brian, and those involved), without falling into common stereotypes in fanfictions.

The female narrator-character, "Jo", has a stratospheric personality, and is not just a passive element of the narrative. She's unbeliavable, but it's better for you to see it with your own eyes and mind.

The story often portrays historical, political and social events from the times in which it takes place (70s, 80s, 90s), and is not impartial in this regard.

It's also a work with a philosophical and poetic touch, which greatly explores emotionality.

Contains some sensitive scenes and topics, but is completely worth it; believe me!

If you miss long, detailed, and innovative fanfiction from the Queen fandom, check it out! Thanks for your attention. 🤍

https://archiveofourown.org/works/72907306/chapters/189934086

[eileen-crys]

Happy birthday Freddie! 💕

With nefarious intent, the foursome observed the procession of creatures below them. Meadow and Dique kept eclectic company. Beside them sat an altogether different creature. He appeared as a dragonfly, which indeed he was. Few dragonflies owned names, though this one called himself Herald, in deference to his beloved trumpet, which lay on the grass beside him. Upon meeting the dragonfly, Meadow misheard the name as Harold - and the altered moniker stuck. Harold did not drink. Instead, he stood, stretching his insectile legs, revealing himself as the tallest of the group. "Midnight is not far off", observed the dragonfly. His eyes darted about, taking in the new moon, the surrounding forest and the steady stream of creatures entering the space from every direction. [...]

"What about you, Mustapha? Need a drink?" The fourth companion absorbed their exchange in silence, waving the bottle away with a shake of his head. Mustapha sat with long legs drawn up, chin resting on his knees. From beneath a dark curtain of hair, his pensive gaze fell upon the growing assembly. Mustapha's summons, the previous day, brought the group to this glade, deep in the forest of Petrichor. A grand heist required trustworthy co-conspirators.

This year I celebrate with an illustration that was kindly commissioned me by Craig Mulhall, the author of the novel "The King of Rhye" a Fantasy book based on Queen's songs and lore 🥰 I feel honored and I'm grateful that Craig gave me such freedom for this commission, it's been a lot of fun! I'm still halfway through the book, so -no spoilers!- I wanted to depict its very beginning, with Mustapha (Freddie) together with his friends: the pixies Dique (John) and Meadow (Roger) and the Dragonfly Trumpeter, Harold (Brian), all ready to start their mischievous plan! 😌💕 I hope you'll like this as well and don't forget to check out The King of Rhye and its sequel Metropolis, that just came out!

Here's some steps of the work, if you'd like:

Please do not repost! Reblogs and comments are welcomed 💜

[ronniesshoes]

Works in Progress Summer 2025

I've been pretty inactive with my writing in recent years, so I thought I'd give an update on which works I'll be finishing this year 💛 Will update with links as I go.

Chapter 3 of Long Walk Home

Interrail fic, sequel to Keep Yourself Alive (F/J, B/R)

Grounds

Freya has a new job at a small coffee shop. Hungry for company and a fresh start, she throws herself into work, eager to befriend her new colleagues (series). Fem queen (F/J, B/R)

40 Elephants

Regina runs a successful criminal gang. One after one, her friends abandon her. Fem queen (F/B)

Icarus

Roger as Icarus: A mortal falls from the sky (F/R)

Untitled one-shot #1

Everyone but Roger is born with a soul mark. Dystopian soulmate au (F/R)

Patterns

Marriage is work, Chrissie has always known. And she's happy to do her part. (C/B)

from the crossroads of my doorstep

Freddie is certain his upstairs neighbour keeps an illegal cat, and he's determined to bust him (F/B)

Let me know if you have any questions!

[bijouxcarys]

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 + 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 - 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Below are Ao3 links to my Brian May books. It seemed easier than mass posting each chapter and trying to make it all look pretty on here! Please consider sharing and tagging all your fellow Queenies, and maybe even those who aren't Queenies who just like stories and fanfiction! Enjoy <3 Side note: Only the first three books are available (third one is ongoing). The remaining three are just a guide of what's to come in the future.

PEACE LOVIN' GUY (1972-1973)

𝐈. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐕. 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

It's 1972, and Maria is studying Events Management at Imperial College in London.

Twenty-two, and in need of experience, she enters a deal with her professor to look after a local student band, with a frontman as eccentric as ever, and a guitarist with the wildest hair, and the most beautiful of souls.

Maria's life is turned upside down once she enters the world of one of music's most influential rock bands of all time, and finds a special kind of love along the way...

Highest ranking: No.1 in #brianmay on Wattpad.

GET YOUR HEART BEATING (1975-1976)

𝐈. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐕. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Peace Lovin' Guy Sequel. You absolutely cannot read this as a stand-alone, so I suggest reading PLG first, then coming back to this.

She works for John Reid, John Reid works for him.

Now 1975, can Maria and Brian rekindle their flame in these new and strange circumstances?

GOT MY TIMING RIGHT (1977-1979)

𝐈. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐕. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Third book in the Peace Lovin' Guy series. Cannot be read as a stand-alone.

How is it that you go about growing up?

It's 1977 and Maria still struggles with the concept. But when something unprecedented happens, she might just have to face up to the realities of adulthood.

And the unexpected yearning for something a little more...

CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT (1980-1982)

A SWEETHEART HAND (1986-1989)

THROUGH THE MADNESS (1990-1992)

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