so this is a part 2 I guess. Â I want really planning on making this a series but I completely could, maybe like. a collection of one shots about violet and the twins growing up thing but please send me some feedback and some requests I would love to hear from you.Â
part 1
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Your baby girl was no longer a baby, violet was now six and your little family had grown even larger. Only three months ago you had given birth to twins. Two more little girls for  you and Roger to dote on. Lily May and Daisy Rae were your perfect blonde-haired, angel-faced identical twins. Violet had been quite the little diva since they were born. She hated the idea of siblings from the moment you and roger had told her. The night you told her you were pregnant she was so mad she called Freddie and insisted that he come pick her up because she wanted to live with him.
Hey, so its been a while and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so Iâm really sorry about that. currently, Iâm almost done writing chapter 4 ( I like to be ahead) so if I get some feedback ill probably post chapter 3 pretty soon. as always this is proudly trash but I try really hard so I hope you enjoy. please leave feedback (OF ANY KIND)
this is like half edited so apologiesÂ
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It was almost a week until Lila saw them again, she had spent her nights and early mornings working at the bar. At first the job seemed hard but, in the end, she loved it. Â Although the wage wasnât great, tips made up for it. With a flirty smile and unbuttoning a few extra buttons Lilaâs tips almost doubled and she couldnât be happier.
Most of her days were spent writing music. She was desperate to get enough money for a piano, but she knew that would take a while. Â That was the first thing she missed from home. Her piano. She had gotten it as a birthday gift when she was 7 and it was one of her most prized possessions. That was in the past now.
Currently, she was standing in the bar, it was 5pm and apart from the two men in the corner of the bar, it was empty. The band for tonight was supposed to arrive any minute, so while she waited Lila wiped down all the tables and helped tidy the bar. Lila was so distracted stacking the clean glasses that when she heard a cough, she dropped the glass in her hand.
She turned so quickly curses spilled from her lips but quickly stopped when she saw who had scared her. Roger. The angel-faced drummer, that could charm the pants off anyone. Not thatâs Lila cared it had been a while since she got any and she was sure heâd be good. She just liked the chase.
âHello Lilaâ his voice was so amazing, and Lila couldnât help but imagine how it would sound in bed,
âHello Roger, how are youâ she tried to play hard to get she really did, but she knew, and he probably did too, that he was just much too attractive for his own good.
âmuch better now youâre here love, could I grab a drink thanksâ he was flirting, fucking typical. As Lila poured his drink, they chatted about nothing in particular.
As they set up and practised a few notes, the bar began to fill, and it got increasing busy. The show went well, everyone cheered them on, Lila found herself bopping and long to most of the songs. By the end, she had memorised most of the lyrics and even a few chords. She wrote them down on a napkin that she put in her back pocket.
It was past 1 and the bar was finally slowing down, the boys were packing up finally after doing another unplanned half set and they all looked exhausted. Lila poured four pints and walked them backstage.
Freddie was the first to see her,
âDarling, how great were weâ the smile on his face made her smile as well and even though they were barely strangers she felt much calmer in his presence.
âabsolutely amazing, you guys are wonderfulâ although Freddie was the only one around, she was sure her compliments would get back to everyone soon enough,
âwe really are arenât weâ they both laughed softly.
Lila placed the drinks on a nearby table and sat down on the chair, sighing as she sat down.
âLila, darling you are absolutely gorgeous. But you look complete exhaustedâ Freddie sat down next to her and pushed the hair that framed her face back.
âhow long have you been working todayâ Lila looked at her watch and did the mental math,
âwell I started just after midday so about 13 hours give or takeâ Freddie gasped and tutted
âYou will run yourself ragged working like thatâ
âIâm not working tomorrow so Iâll be fine,â Lila said aloud more so to convince herself, but she needed the money. She had told her self she wouldnât touch her trust money unless she absolutely needed it. She didnât.
Lila went back to the bar and Hudson told her to finish up she could go home. He gave her the weeksâ pay which she tucked away in the pocket of her coat. She grabbed her small purse and started walking home. Â It was cold. She had her big red coat, which was doing a lousy job of keeping her warm. Her uniform consisted of black high waisted shorts and a white long-sleeved button up. She left more than necessary buttons undone and always wore her best push up bra. She left her hair out in its natural waves and did her usual minimal natural makeup. Â As for footwear, she wore her knee-high heeled black boots and some tan stocking underneath. It was a simple uniform, but it was flattering.
Never the less when she was walking home of a night even with her coat, she was cold. She had barely gotten 100m from the pub when a van pulled up beside her, she moved away from the road and kept walking.
âLila, do you want a lift homeâ it was Roger, she let out a sigh of relief as she turned.
âItâs fine really Itâs only a 10-minute walkâ she didnât want to be annoying,
âItâs late and itâs not safe to be walking around, just get in loveâ Lila nodded and mumbled an okay as she walked around to get in the passenger seat. Â
Lila gave the easy directions and Roger drove, he pulled up directly out the front and Lila thanked him. He waited as she walked over to the door and started fishing around in her purse for the keys.
âfuck meâ she tried to say it quietly, but the annoyance was obvious. Â Roger had a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, as he watched her stand at the door.
âeverything ârightâ
âI canât find my keys, I must have forgotten them when I rushed to work earlierâ she ran a hand through her hair and exhaled loudly.
Roger thought for a moment, but his intentions were totally innocent,
âyou could come to stay with me, just wait until the morning to sort it outâ he took the final drab of his cigarette before continuing, âFred said you had the day off tomorrowâ
Lila thought about it, she really had nowhere else to go.
âare you sureâ
âpositiveâ
âokay if itâs alright, I promise I'll pay you back somehowâ
âOh, Iâm sure you willâ Roger teased, and winked at Lila. Â She scoffed as she sat back in the van.
The night went fairly normal. Roger insisted on taking the couch and letting Lila have his bed, but Lila refused to kick him out of his own bed. So, they mutually agreed to share the bed. As they laid in darkness Lila faced the wall, away from Roger, smiling.
As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was cute and charming. it could never happen. She would not let it happen. It wasnât hard to understand his reputation and she would not become one of those girls. She didnât want to get tangled up in a boy. She was here for the music.
She woke up just after sunrise, after quickly finding a notebook and pen she wrote a thank you note and left some money on top. Â She snuck out as quietly as she could, but she tripped on the mat, landing with a thud. Earning her a dirty look from the old lady down the hall that was collecting her paper.
Lila sat out the front of her apartment building until one of the neighbours walked out and she snuck in through the door after them. She thought that she had been clever to leave a key hidden by her door, but she had conveniently forgotten about needing a key for the apartment door.
Once she got inside, she showered and flopped back into bed, falling into a deep sleep. It was as just passed midday when she woke so after some coffee and a cookie, she started writing.
When I'm with you, I can never read your mind
Why don't you know?
I'm lying when I say I'm fine
Why don't you learn how to love me?
When I can't sleep, would you hold me?
I'd only cry if I can't speak
Should've shown you how to love me
Lila sat on her living room floor scrap paper filled with lyrics and chords surrounding her, as she sang lyrics and strummed out the melody on her guitar. Her perfect voice filled the practically bare apartment, giving each word a perfect echo. Â If you had of been listening, you could have sworn it was an angel.
It was dark out by the time the song was finished to Lilaâs standards. She was happy, over the last week she had written countless songs but none of them felt so right. As a treat she started to run the bath, adding in some of the cheap shampoos she had brought to make bubbles. Baths always relaxed her, as her body felt like it was aching.
As she sat in the bath, she made a mental list of what she needed to do.
Firstly, she needed to get her hands on a piano. It was killing her not being able to compose on one and if she dipped into her trust money, she should have enough to get one second-hand.
Secondly, she needed to try and line up some gigs. She didnât start until 4pm tomorrow so she would spend most of her day walking around to the cafes and bars nearby.
Thirdly she needed to buy more coffee. That was absolutely essential.
The bath water eventually went cold, so she got out and dried off, changing into some bell bottom jeans and mustard coloured cropped tee that she tied into a knot. She grabbed her purse and keys and left her apartment. Â
The weeks went on and nothing much changed. Lila worked into the early morning hours most nights, she would write all day and on days off she would walk around the city trying to get gigs. Nothing worked. Â Nowhere would let her play. She had been to every single Queen performance since she stayed at Rogerâs. According to him, that was how she was paying him back.
Lila grew closer with the entire band.
She and Freddie would spend hours shopping and creating new âstage clothesâ. Funnily enough, she was roughly the same size, so Freddie practically used Lila as a human mannequin. She didnât mind. She loved how Freddie would shower her with compliments and boost her confidence like no other. Freddie reminded her of Rosie. Lila tried to ignore how much she missed Rosie, so she distracted herself with Freddie.
Brian became sort of a big brother to Lila, he very quickly became the one for all sorts of advice and help. He also came in handy when Lila had to build her furniture, she was slowly filling her apartment with. Â Brian reminded her of home, it helped more than he probably knew.
John was quiet and just watched from afar for the first month or so, that was he found Lila out the back of the pub she worked at sobbing. Lila had a bad day, from not being able to pick up jobs to slicing her hand on a broken glass had been her tipping point. He held her and listened to her rambling until she calmed down. He would ask how she was, and it was like he could read through all her bullshit, he just knew. Â John reminded her of Sadie, though she would never admit it. Not even to herself. Â
That left Roger. From the moment Roger and Lila stood in the same room the sexual tension was so thick you could choke. From longing stares and lust filled glances, playful banter and suggestive comments from both sides it was so blinding obvious what they both wanted. It was like it had become a game. Who would crack first? Who would give in.? Lila thought she had the advantage. She would wear her short skirts and low tops; her hair fell perfectly, and she would sway her hips just slightly more. It drove Roger absolutely wild. He knew exactly what she was doing. Two could play that game. He would wear his shirts unbuttoned and hair messy, his smirk would dance across his face whenever their eyes met. Â Lila swears she had never been more sexually frustrated in her life.
In the almost three months she had known the boys they had never once asked why she came to London, and in fear of what they would think Lila never told them about her music. She would go to plenty of their band practices and gigs and sing along softly but never enough to catch their attention.
That was until they had all come to her apartment in the afternoon, the only one of them that had ever been inside of her apartment was Brian and they were curious. So, she offered to cook dinner for them. She had the day off, so Lila had gone to the local food market and collected all her ingredients for her favourite meal. Â She had cleaned the entire apartment, or so she thought she had grown so accustomed to the papers covered in sheet music and lyrics that she just straightens them, not thinking to move or hide them.
When she heard the door knock it was, of course, Brian and John, perfectly on time. Lila welcomed them in offering drinks and what not. The three sat around in her living room just chatting as they waited for the other two to arrive. Roger arrived next. Looking absolute ravishing of course, not that Lila would ever let Roger know that.
â finally gracing us with your presenceâ Â Lila tone was jokingly as she took his coat and hung it up for him, Roger got distracted by Lilaâs ass before she shook himself out of his trance and commented back,
âyeah well I was deciding if I wanted to be poisoned or notâ Â they both playfully rolled their eyes and they got comfortable in the living room, joining in with Brain and Johns conversation Â
Freddie arrived not much later, fashionably late of course. Dinner goes well everyone enjoys Lilaâs cooking, playful banter was thrown across the table and everyone had a smile. After dinner, everyone retreated back into the living room and Roger is fidgeting with the papers sitting on the table next to him, Â too distracted by Lilaâs tight Demin skirt and dusty rosy coloured shirt thatâs expertly tied just above her navel. Her legs are crossed, and her head was held up by her arm resting on the edge of the sofa. She was listening so intently to Brianâs story about space or something boring that Roger was sure of.
He looks down at the paper in his hands. It's lyrics. Song lyrics. The music notes below it is a dead giveaway. Roger read through the lyrics quickly and he didnât recognise them, so it must be an original song. The lyric seemed so personal but also so familiar  and before he could  think the words fell from his lips,
âLila why didnât you tell us you wrote musicâ Â the shock on her face cause him off guard, she looked so embarrassed, which he couldnât understand the song was amazing he was sure it. Lyrically it was stunning.
âOh, it uh never really came up I guessâ Roger rolled his eyes, why would she hide this. She was clearly talented. Â But before he could question further Freddie jumped in,
âso you sing my darling, what about instrumentsâ Lila nodded and looked down playing with her hands as she spoke
âYeah I uh I sing, and I play the guitar, and piano since preschool and little drums as wellâ she paused before continuing âI played bass a little in high school as well, but it hurt my fingers too much, so I gave upâ Â they all sat there astounded.
Lila. Their Lila sounded like a music prodigy and there she was working in some dodgy bar in downtown London.
âwell love you must simply play something for us, something youâve written pleaseâ Lila shook her head,
âFred i-I couldnât, Iâve played in front of plenty of people but youâre the best musicians Iâve ever seen It would just be embarrassingâ Â Freddie wasnât having any of it he wanted to hear Lila play. He would hear Lila play if it was the last thing he did.
âwell then I refuse to leave until you do soâ Â roger piped up as well,
âme too I wanna hear youâ this encouraged Brian and John who both joined the mini protest. Lila rolled her eyes and stood up, of course, they were going to be stubborn mules.
âif it really means that much Iâll play, let me grab my guitarâ she scurried off and they all started chatting excitedly. Worried that they may have gotten their hopes up, what if she was bad. They all promised they wouldnât embarrass her or hurt her feelings no matter what she sounded like.
They all watched her every move as she sat on the armrest, a crĂšme coloured acoustic guitar in her hand. She took a deep breath and started playing,
When I'm with you
I can never read your mind
Why don't you know
I'm lying when I say I'm fine
Why don't you learn
How to love me
When I can't sleep
Would you hold me
I'd only cry
If I can't speak
Should've to show you
How to love me
Her voice was so angelic. Everyone sat there in awe as she played and sand the entire song not missing a beat. Her dainty fingers danced across the strings playing chords like they were made for her. Â She finished, and nobody moved. Everyone was so entranced by her voice and the melody to even say a word.
âI knew it was bad, I âŠi shouldnât have played just forgetâ Freddie scoffed he looked almost offended,
âforget, you want me to forget the best voice Iâve ever heard, darling youâre an angelâ Â Lila tried to shoot down the compliment, but no one would let her get a word in between their praises.
so not a chap obviously, but when I write ongoing story I always make a Pinterest board and playlist I feel like they help really create the characters and how I see them!Â
so here are the links!Â
pintrest board.Â
Apple Music playlistÂ
SpotifyÂ
note. there about 4 songs missing from the Spotify playlist but there not importantÂ
okay so, hi. this is my first ever queen fic. I've written a few other fandom pics before but hopefully, this is okay. this first chap is long and a little boring just because it's really the trying to give my OC Lila some background so you kinda understand her. trust me EVERYTHING I write is necessary and it will probably be mentioned again. I love a good foreshadow moment. the boys do come into it in the chap I promise, it's only a little but there here. also, my writing style is pretty annoying so sorry but I no matter what I write my story always turn angsty so I apologise for that now. there are some triggering topics (NOTHING SUPER BAD OR GRAPHIC) to be mentioned if not in this chap than in others, I won't forward in every chap (spoilers duh) but be warned now.
can be imagined as ben! Roger or just Roger. up to you!
feel free to give me any feedback. ( I KNOW ITS BAD SO SORRY)
Enjoy this trash then I guess.
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Lila Florence Atkins. The Black sheep of the reputable Atkins family. In the small town of Drafton just three hours out of Philadelphia.  the Atkins family is arguably the most well-known families.  They own both the town's shopping malls and they sponsor the Drafton high school football stadium. The picture-perfect family, high school sweethearts  Noah and Juliet Atkins and their three gorgeous girls Sadie, Lila and Katie.
The perfect country club family. They hosted the best house parties and were some of the nicest and most well-mannered people you would meet. They were perfect. Until they were nât. It had been three years since the accident. Three days after Sadie had been accepted into Harvard medicine, as Sadie and her boyfriend were driving home a semi-trailer lost control and both teens were killed on impact.
Lila was devastated. No one but her parents saw Lila for almost four months after and she had never been the same. Lila had spent her life dreaming of being a musician, although her parents never approved. At a first glance, Lila had it all, she was gifted with her perfect tiny waist and petite stature, dark brown hair that fell in Movie star waves, and glowing brown eyes that you could stare into for days. Lila was always known as the singer and a good one at that. She was the fun and outrageous middle Atkins girl who was attached at the hip to her childhood best friend Rosie Marsh
Rosie marsh is the girl everyone knew. Cheerleader, party girl and notorious it girl. Â With her long blond hair, baby blue eyes and golden tan she was a walking, talking heartbreak and she knew it. Rosie was often mistaken for being a dumb blonde, she loved to prove everyone wrong.
Lila and Rosie had made their pact when they were 11. The first weekend after they graduate, they were leaving. New York city was where they were destined for and they were going to make it happen.
The epic weekend plan was quickly approaching, and Lila was yet to tell her family. She hoped they wouldnât be too mad. It didnât bother her what they thought because she knew no matter what she was going.
Lila was currently up in her room sneakily packing when Katie called out for her,
âlilaaa, Rosie is on the phoneâ this piqued her interest. Lila ran downstairs as quickly she could before breathlessly answer the phone.
âHey Rosieâ
âHey, Lila, can we meet I wanna talkâ Rosie sounded nervous, which worried Lila. Rosie never got nervous.
âRosie it's after dinner my parents-â Lila was stopped midway through her sentence, she knew what Rosie was about to say
âLila just sneak out after their asleep, meet me by our tree at 10â
âOkay, love you byeâ
âLove you too, Bye Lilaâ
Lila should have known this would happen, Rosie and her unpredictability. But she could never say no to her best friend. So, she waited, her parents came in and kissed her good night then retreating to their room. Lila watched as the clock ticked and at quarter to ten, she threw on a sweater and sneakers. Lila opened her window with perfect precision and climbed down the tree with no difficulty.
It would take about a 10 min walk to get to the tree. Lila and Rosie had found it when they were about 9 one summer. Rosie had gotten in a fight with her mom and Lila was in trouble for stealing Sadie red hair ribbons, so the girls set off to ârun awayâ. They found the tree and decided to stay there instead.
The tree was a huge maple tree, it seemed like it was made to climb. When Lila arrived, Rosie was already sitting. In the tree. Her blonde hair seemed to glow in the soft moonlight and was smile made Lila feel at home when she saw it. Â
âso whatâs upâ Lila was nervous. Rosie was always the super confident one who never thought twice. Lila usually agreed with her after a little bit of convincing.
âI canât come to New York with youâ Â Lila almost fell out of the tree.
âwhat do you mean, Rosie we have it all plannedâ
âI applied for UCLA just on a whim and I got accepted on full scholarshipâ Â Rosie was nervously twisting her hair around, and she still wouldnât look Lila in the eye. Lila wanted to be mad, she really did but she just couldnât. UCLA was hard to get into and Rosie had done it with a full scholarship.
âokay. Iâm really proud of you petalâ Lila pulled her best friend into a tight hug âreally fucking proudâ
âyouâre not madâ Rosie sounded less nervous and Lila didnât miss how her posture changed when she called her by her childhood nickname.
âoh no Iâm absolutely furious, but I have a new plan nowâ
âyou have always been destined for the big apple Shineâ Lila smiled, as children, the girls rarely used their real names, Petal for Rosie and Sunshine or Shine for Lila. Neither girl could really even remember where the names came from now but hearing then felt like home.
âIâve changed my plan. No more New York, ill visit there first but Iâm thinking biggerâ Lila took a deep breath, what would Rosie think? That she was insane? Probably.
âIâm going to Londonâ Rosie laughed.
âyouâre kidding rightâ
âabsolutely not, think about it how many artists and musicians come from New York City? None and there all boring. Everyone big is from London. I have to go to Londonâ
Rosie grabbed Lilaâs hands before pulling her into the biggest hug she could
âyouâre insane Lila Florence Atkins, and Iâm so proud of you for itâ
âAnd you are the most wonderful best friend to ever live Rosie Alyce Marshâ
Both girls were slightly teary-eyed as they pulled apart. Rosie was the first to speak up,
âno matter how far apart we are Rosie and Lila are foreverâ Rosieâs voice cracked and
âforever, no matter the distanceâ
âplease donât forget meâ
âdonât you dare forget meâ
âI wouldnât dream of itâ the soft laughter flooded the tree as they sat side by side, all night.
As the sun rose the girls parted their ways and went home, graduation was three days away and Lila had to re-plan the rest of her life.
Graduation was a blur, tears were shed, and Lila received plenty of flowers and cards from relatives who couldnât make it. She thought it was ridiculous. She barely passed, she knows if her parents hadnât of donated towards the new library the school would have failed her. Â She didnât care, as long as she got out of this town, she was happy.
She had spent weeks gathering her clothes and money. The plan was to escape this Friday night, she was driving to New York, sell her car and get on the first flight to London. She had told her parents that she and Rosie were having a girlâs weekend at the spa in the next town, she would call them from the airport and tell them the truth. They canât stop her if sheâs already there. Once she gets to London, they would never be able to find her.
Rosie came to her house Friday afternoon to play along with the plan, she kissed her parentâs goodbye and they drove off. Â Rosie and Lila had their final goodbyes about four hours down the road. Rosie grabbed her stuff form Lilaâs trunk and was getting on the next bus to LA. Promises were made and tears were shed but, in the end, both girls knew no matter what they would have each other until the end.
New York was much bigger and scarier than Lila remembered. She stayed in the cheapest hotel room she could find and the next day she sold her car. Lila knew she only had another two days until she was âreturning homeâ so she spent one day buying her last-minute items before heading to the airport.
It was a 9-hour wait for the next London flight, Lila didnât mind. She explored the airport and called Rosie. Rosie made it to LA and was staying with her cousin for the summer. Then the time came to call her parents. She called, and Katie answered,
âHey Katie Kat, its Lila can you go get mom or dad pleaseâ
âokay wait a minute, beware their mad that you havenât called earlierâ of course, what a great start. There already mad.
âLila Florence Atkins why havenât you calledâ
âmom look Iâm going to tell you something and I know youâll be mad, but I promise everything will be okayâ
âLila, what have you doneâ
âIâm not coming home today, Iâm actually at the airport. In New York City.â Lila took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself,
âand my flight to London leaves in under an hourâ
âLila your father and I are sick to death of these childish jokes and gamesâ she could hear the annoyance in her motherâs tone. âif youâre not home by 8pm tonight your cut off. No more money, cars or clothes. you will come home, in the fall, you start collegeâ
âmom Iâm not joking Iâm going to London to be a musician, I promise you I can do thisâ
âwhere does Rosie fit into this, is that troublemaking, slag of a friend with youâ
âsheâs on her own adventureâ Lila had tears streaming down her face, she knew she was making the right decision, but she also knew her family would never forgive her for this.
âIf you do this Lila, I never want to see you again, you will not be welcome back at this householdâ
âGoodbye mom, send my love to Katieâ
She ended the call, she could barely stand to hear what her mother had to say. Lila wiped her tear-stricken cheek and walked towards her future.
The flight was long, but every moment was worth it. Â As she collected her luggage she already felt better. Firstly, she grabbed a newspaper and looked at the real estate. There were a few apartments advertised that were in her price range, so she noted the addresses and hailed a taxi.
The third apartment was nice, it was the most expensive, but it also came with some furniture, so that was a bonus. The owner answered Lila call on the first ring and was ecstatic to hear that she wanted to rent it. The owner seemed nice enough, he was an older man who explained the apartment had been in his family for generations, but the stairs and lack of garden didnât suit him any longer. He agreed to let Lila move in that afternoon if she paid the first 2 monthâs rent straight away. Â
Lila agreed, figuring that if she could get a job in the next week that she would still have plenty of money without using any of her trust fund money.
She paid, and he handed her the keys. The apartment was a small two bedroom- one bathroom, the kitchen was quaint, but Lila couldnât have asked for more. There was already a sofa and a small cabinet in the living room and one of the bedrooms had a bed frame but no mattress.
Lila walked in and dropped her bags,
âI can make it work,â Â Lila said out loud more so in an effort to convince herself. She didnât care what it took, this was going to happen. She made it happen.
Exhausted from the time zone changes and lack of real sleep before Lila could even think about doing anything she collapsed onto the sofa, exhaling a loud sigh as she did and fell asleep.
It was 3 pm the next day when Lila woke up and after showering and getting into some clean clothes, she left the apartment in search of food, and hopefully a job.
She came across a bar only a few minutes down the street, it looked fairly busy and the music sounded pretty good. She ordered food and a drink and sat on a back table slowing eating her meal as she watched the band on the stage in front of her.
The band, Queen was absolutely amazing to watch. The lead singer, Freddie had a stage presence like no other and his vocal range sent shivers down Lilaâs spine. The guitarist made the incredibly difficult chords he was playing look like Childs play and Lila could barely take her eyes off him. The bassist was slowing warming up to the crowd and Lila couldnât help but smile as she watched him dance around his small area of the stage. The drummer, Lila couldnât help when her jaw dropped when she saw him. His hair seemed to glow, and Rosie popped into her mind instantly, his body glistened with sweat and he face was that of an angel. Not to mention he was making look like drumming was easy, it was not. Lila knew this personally.
Lila couldnât move. She just sat and stared at the talent possessed by this band. Their set finished and as much as Lila wanted to go tell them how amazing she thought they were, she couldnât find it in her to just go up to them. After speaking to the manager and practically begging for a job he agreed to let her wait tables and clean 4 nights a week for minimum wage.
She started the next day at 4 pm, and she was ready. The manager, Hudson, gave her a few pieces of paperwork and then she left.
The cold wind nipped at her arms and Lila cursed herself for not wearing something warmer. As she walked past the back of the Pub, she noticed the band packing up, she turned to watch them, slowing her pace ever so slightly. She blushed when she caught the eye of the golden-haired drummer, he was leaning up against the wall cigarette hanging from his lips. Â Her breath caught in her throat when he called out.
âHey, did you see the showâ she turned, slowly walked towards him
âyeah, whyâ
âooh an American, how exciting. What did you think babyâ?
âthe vocals were great, drumming could be improvedâ she was playfully teasing, and the shock was evident on his face, she smiled at the laughter that came from the van. She recognised the lead singer and guitarist that walked closer to herself and the drummer.
It was the singer who spoke first, âand who may you be, Iâm Freddieâ he playfully curtseyed before pointing to the curly haired guitarist âthis is brain, Â deaky is over there in the van still and-â and before Freddie could continue drummer boy interrupted, âIâm Roger, and you areâ Lila rolled her eyes,
âLila Florence, nice to meet you allâ
Lila spoke to the boys for a while longer, they even invited her for a drink, but she excused herself.
âare you doing another gig here anytime soonâ
ânext Wednesday and Fridayâ brain replied almost instantly,
âperfect well I work here now so Iâm sure Iâll see you then,â she said goodbye and started walking away but before she got too far Lila felt someone grab her wrist. She turned to see Roger and his perfect face and a smile that made Lilaâs knees feel like Jell-O.
âangel can I get your numberâ
âI would love to tell you Roger, but I donât have oneâ Lila giggled as she turned and walked away.
âyour address then dollâ he called after her,
âGoodbye Rogerâ her laugh was airy and even though it was a rejection of sorts Roger returned to his friends with a dopey smile on his face.
Lila Florence Atkins. The Black sheep of the reputable Atkins family. Lila had spent her life dreaming of being a musician, although her parents never approved. At a first glance Lila had it all but when she run away in search of her dreams everything changes. Lila meets the gorgeous angel faced drummer, Roger Taylor. Lilaâs life has changed forever, for better or for worse.
sweetener // ben hardy x reader and bestfriend! Lucy x reader.
hi so basically the reader is a famous musician (shes pretty much based on Ariana Grande with syle elements from kylie jenner but picture her as anyone you like) Â this is pretty long and I realised everything I've posted has had the same sort plot kinda so ill be changing that up I promise.Â
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also I've linked the songs that I mention  and ideas of the outfits I've mentions just cause i can I guess. enjoy xoÂ
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You were 19 when you first met Lucy. She was 22 and you met at a charity gala. You were new in the industry, barely knowing anyone. You and Lucy became instant best friends. She was like your big sister, your mom and your best friends rolled into one person and you couldnât be more thankful for her. Fast forward three years and Lucy was working on one of her biggest projects yet. Bohemian Rhapsody. You had just released your lasted album and were only weeks away from tour, but when Lucy asked of you would come visit her you were on a plane within the hour.
You had barely seen your best friend in almost two months due to your album blowing up then your surprise world tour, for the last 10 weeks you spent every waking moment  rehearsing,  doing chorography, or at costuming fittings if you werenât preparing for tour you were doing a interviews or attending events and award shows. You were completely exhausted. But you were new and young, and your record company had almost complete control over you. You were terrified if you said no, they would drop you, and you had worked too hard for that.
Your plane landed in London and you went straight to your hotel, Lucy would be filming until 9pm tonight then she was coming straight over to spend the night and in the morning you would both head over to the set. You were beyond excited, queen had been such a inspiration both musically and just in general through your entire life and to see even a tiny bit of the movie about them would be an honour.
It was 6pm when you got to your hotel, so you had three hours to kill, you considered just going for a walk and exploring but you had seen a few paps at the airport so you were sure there would be more. So you started rehearsing, you played the backing track to your newest song, Everytime. The choreography was fast and you kept messing up the steps during the chorus.
Time slipped away as you rehearsed, and your phone ringing brought you out of your trance.
âHey sorry, ive bene so distract-â you were cut off, not even bothering to see who was actually calling, until you hear her voice.
âive bene knocking for ages come let me in babyâ you smiled at the nickname, lucy always called you baby, maybe it was because you were younger than her or she said itâs what her older sister would call her.
âoh my god sorry Iâm coming luluâ you ran to the door of the hotel room apartment, the door swung open and Lucy was standing their champagne in hand and overnight bag in the other. She dropped her bag and pulled you in for a hug.
âI missed you so much lulu â
âmee too, baby. Iâm so sorry I miss everythingâ you had come inside and closed the door by now,
âyour album release and the Grammys, you won and I wasnât even there Iâm  so sorryâ you shook your head,
âits fine trust me its been crazy busy and this is important for you. Iâm  just so happy that I get to see you nowâ
âyes me too now I want all the gossipâ
You popped the champagne and shared not only that bottle but another you had found the mini bar, you spoke about your ex Kevin, and how he was inspiration for a few songs on your album. Lucy insisted on listening to your album from start to finish you didnât mind. You loved your songs and you loved that your best friend sang along to every single word. Your tour was still a secret. Your record company wanted to announce it a week before you actually left, in the same way they kept your album a secret until a week before its release date. You were sworn to secrecy and you had told nobody but your mom, and when Lucy asked how you  were, really truly, you broke down.
âIâm a mess luce, Iâm going on tour, surprise!â Lucy congratulated you but she knew you werenât finished âIâm running myself ragged, if Iâm not rehearsing im at a costume fitting Iâm doing promo for the album or Iâm at an awards show or eventâ you flopped back onto the bed trying to just let your body rest.
âIâm so tired I never stop. And thank god you called because this three-day break is such a blessing you have no ideaâ Lucy pulled you into a hug reassuring you it would all work out,
âwhat about with Kevin, how are you in realmâ you sighed, you and Kevin broke up for a good reason, he was having personal issues and it was hurting you physically and mentally, so you left.
âI miss him so much, but I know that I did the right thing for me, I was so unhealthy always looking after him I forgot about meâ you paused and thought for a moment âI think heâs better, from what Iâve heard, I still speak to his mom every now and thenâ Lucy nodded
âyou did the right thing Y/N I know you loved him, but you need to look after yourself firstâ you nodded. The conversation turned a little lighter and you decided to pop another bottle of champagne just because you could,
âto us, successful women who are making shit happenâ you made a toast and Lucy shouted back âto usâ you changed the music and danced, laughed and just had fun with your best friend.
You woke up to the sun in your eye and Lucyâs alarm blaring, your head was pounding, and you looked around. Lucy was slowing waking up in the bed next to you. You had clearly tried to find pyjamas but you both looked like a mess. As you stood up out of bed you looked down at out outfit, a pair of black hotpants and a large oversized grey shirt tied in a knot and one blue sock. Lucy didnât look much better and as you looked each their up and down you both laughed. The apartment was a mess. There was pillows and blankets everywhere, you counted 5 champagne bottles, all but one were empty the last was about three-quarters gone.
It was 7 am and Lucy was needed on the set at 8:30 so you both got ready, Lucy ordered breakfast- more specifically coffee, very strong and lots of it.
Once you looked presentable, Lucy looked you up and down raising an eyebrow,
âheels? Really Y/Nâ her tone was mockingly, and you just shrugged
âyou know I love my heels, they make a statementâ you twirled, and Lucy laughed at you
âalso, I like to feel taller, itâs not easy being tinyâ
Lucy drove you to the set, stopping to get more coffee on the way. You had music blaring the whole time just laughing and smiling. The set looked pretty normal and when you got there you followed Lucy to her trailer where you both set down your stuff. Her first costume of the day was already hanging so she got changed then wrapped herself in a coat. You followed her to hair and makeup, Â and to your surprise Rami was already there when you walked in and Lucy introduced you of course.
Rami was very sweet and you felt much more comfortable knowing at least one more person liked you here. He mentioned your music and you blushed. These people knew who you were holy shit.
âI actually brought you album the day it came out, I love itâ you laughed,
âthanks rami thatâs really sweet of you, its still kind mind-blowing that people other than Lucy and my parents listen to my musicâ everyone laughed and the conversation flowed. Rami left soon after and Lucy finished not much later,
âokay so my the first scene today isnât until later but we can go watch the boys film if you wantâ she checked her watch,
âthey start in 20 so that heaps of time for you to meet them and what notâ you nodded and just followed her into the sound stage.
From the moment you saw him you were breathless, you of course had googled all of Lucyâs co-stars as soon and she knew them but seeing him in person was something else, you eyes met his and you felt you cheeks heat up. You turned your face towards Lucy, sending her a smile but she sent you a knowing look. When you looked panicky, she giggled a little,
You walked over, and they group of four men turned towards you,
âhey Lucy, oooh whoâs your friendâ the man you assumed was playing john deacon spoke first.
âJoe, Gwil and Ben this is my best friend Y/Nâ she gestured to you and she spoke âY/N this is Joe, Gwil, Ben and you of course know rami who you met earlierâ you nodded and shook each of their hand but before you could say anything you were cut off,
âLucy why didnât you tell us that your Y/N was THE Y/Nâ Â Joe playfully pushed Lucy and she tried to explain, but before you could get to deep in conversation the boys were called to their scene.
The scene was a short one and soon enough Lucy was whisked away to work so you sat there just on your phone, you felt someone come over towards you and you looked up. It was him. Ben Hardy. To say that you were in love was  a bit much, but he was so gorgeous it was hard not to. As he walked over to you smiled but internally you were panicking. You just kept telling yourself donât make a fool of yourself, donât do it
âUh hey Y/N, whereâd Lucy goâ of course, he just wanted Lucy not you,
âoh she went to do some filming Iâm not sure how long sheâll beâ
âOkay cool so um are you hungryâ you internally died omg what was he going to say holy shit
âIâm starvingâ he invited you to go with him for lunch, it was just Kraft services but you didnât mind.
You spent the entire lunch hour just talking and laughing, it was so refreshing for someone to talk to you as just Y/N not THE Y/N.
You spent the next three days surrounded by the BoRhap boys and Lucy having the time of your life. You and Ben had gotten quite close and even while you were still in London if you werenât with each other you were texting. You decided against telling Lucy, not wanting to make it weird between her and her co-stars.
Two weeks after arriving back in LA the tour was announced, it sold out almost everywhere and you were glad to see that your London tour date was the same weekend that BoRhap wrapped filming, Lucy had already texted that she was coming and that she would need six more tickets which you gave her no questions asked.
You went on tour and it was marvellous, the adrenalin you felt as thousands of people sang along to your songs was thrilling and you never wanted it to stop. You played shows all across the US, you were halfway through the US leg of the tour when you got a surprise. You had still been talking to ben every day and although you hadnât put a label on it you felt pretty committed. You were in your dressing room, your show started in three hours, so you were slowing warming up your voice when you heard a knock.
When you answered the door there stood Ben his gleaming smile beamed from ear to ear, and he was holding a bunch of flowers, your favourite of course.
âholy shit what are you doing hereâ he pulled you into his arms and you hugged back excitedly,
âwe had a few days off from shooting, so I thought Iâd come visit youâ Â you pulled him into your dressing room and placed the flowers down, your eyes met, and the world felt like it melted away. He pulled you closer and whispered so quietly,
âY/n can I please kiss youâ you nodded,
âpleaseâ you barely got the word out from your mouth and your lips were on his.
Everything moved so fast and he fell back onto the sofa and you moved, straddling his lap. Every move felt like it was perfectly practiced and every touch felt like fire and you both shed yourself of clothes, ben of course being the perfect gentle mean continued to ask for permission before doing anything  you were to in the moment to speak so nodding sufficed.
Time passed, and you were lying in bens arms on the sofa, a random sheet covering you as you just held each other. Â You lazily shared kisses and spoke about your time apart. The sound of your manager knocking on the door made you jump apart,
âY/N they need you in hair and makeupâ you jumped up and threw on your panties, bra and covered up with your robe.
âshit sorry ben, I totally lost track of time, stay here and Iâll send someone to come and get before the showâ
âill be waitingâ you kissed him before closing the door behind you and walking down to hair and makeup.
You were in your first costume, as you walked towards the under stage your makeup artist fixed up the bright red lipstick you had on and you had you Mic in hand. You were ready.
You had never felt so pumped for a show before, partially because you knew Ben was there the other part was probably your post orgasm bliss. You snickered to yourself as you thought about it.
The show was a smash, the crowd were full of energy and so were you. As you walked off stage ben was waiting in the wings for you, he picked you up and spun you around, your lips connected as he did.
âwhat did you think of the showâ
âyou were bloody fantastic, I loved it the music, the dancing, the costumesâ his kissed you again, âand I thought I was the rock starâ you laughed at that one,
âyouâll always be a rock starâ you walked hand in hand back to you dressing room, your meet and greet outfit was already laid out and you apologised to ben as you got changed.
âIâm sorry the meet and greets only go for 45 mins then we can go back to the hotel and Iâm all yours I promiseâ he shook his head,
âitâs fine doesnât apologise I need to make some phone calls anyway, you better keep that promiseâ he teased, you zipped up your dress. It was short red and left little to the imagination and you loved how ben eye you as you spun and asked his opinion.
âY/n your making it hard from me not to rip that off your right nowâ you bit you lip and whispered into his ear,
âI promise you can rip it off laterâ you kissed directly behind his ear then giggled as he groaned when you walked away. Â
The meet and greet felt like it dragged on for hours. Now you loved your fans but  the torment knowing exactly what was going to happen afterwards was enough to make you a little frustrated.
Finally you were back at the hotel, it was a short drive from where you had performed so the car ride wasnât as tormenting as it could have been. But from the moment you stepped foot in the hotel room the door was locked, and your lips were on Benâs and your legs were wrapped around his waist.
It was early morning before you had stopped. You both finally so exhausted that you fell sound asleep. Ben woke you up at around 11:30 the next morning apologising as the directors had called him and he was needed back on set ASAP. His flight left in an hour, so you said goodbye, and a little more very quickly and he left. Your next show wasnât until tomorrow night, but you were flying there later this afternoon.
Three months after Ben had left your US tour was finished, you had gotten so sick and exhausted for weeks now you had been nauseous and your whole body ached. Your period was late, it was the stress. It had to be the stress. Â You now had two weeks before the European leg of the tour started, and you were going to stay with Lucy. She had about a week and a half left of filming and although you really wanted to go visit the set you just so sick you could barely move.
Lucy picked you up from the airport and she took you back to her apartment. She brought it up first, after you had been explaining your sickness she blurted it out before she could stop herself,
âY/N what if your pregnantâ
âdonât be ridiculous how could I be- oh shitâ
âoh shit what. What do you mean oh shitâ?
âhe-h came and visited it was months ago fuck why didnât I think of thisâ you were rambling and so distracted you did even see your best friends face,
âY/N who visited who are you talking about Kevinâ by now you were crying, you shook your head
âno not Kevin, benâ Lucy gasped,
âben who, Y/Nâ
âBen Hardyâ Lucy had that smirk,
âI knew it, I knew you were who he had been talking toâ
âyour not madâ you were so worried, that she would think you were unprofessional or soothing,
ânot at all I donât care I saw how you too looked ta each other when you first met, it was bound to happenâ
So you explained to her when he came and surprised you three months ago and how you spent all night together alone in the hotel room, she was happy for you. That you had moved on form Kevin, but the looming issue was still there. Were you pregnant or not? Lucy disguised herself and drove down the street to the local pharmacy and brought a few tests.
You were terrified, your career had barely even begun and here you were at 21 and potentially pregnant to a man whoâs 7 years older than you. You thought about your options, but you knew you would keep it. You had once promised yourself if something like this were to happen you would only get rid of it if it was going to harm you or if you werenât going to be able to support a child. From what you knew it wasnât hurting you and you had plenty of funds to support a baby.
You tried to think and work it out, the European part of your tour was only 3 months long. By the end you would be six-ish months pregnant. Thatâs not too bad. If you altered some of the choreography and costumes, you could probably hide it from the fans until then. It would all work out in the end.
You were brought out of your dream land when Lucy came back. She passed you the first test and came with you into the bathroom.
So you sat. three whole minutes. 180 seconds. The timer went off and Lucy grabbed your hand.
âno matter what that says, Iâm here for you we can work this outâ you nodded, took a deep breath and turned the test.
Positive.
You donât even know how long you spent sobbing into Lucyâs arms. But eventually you got up and tried to fix yourself up. You and Lucy were meant to be meeting everyone for dinner tonight and it was 5 pm and you were a hot mess.
So, you showered, fixed your hair and did your makeup. You werenât even sure how far along you were but now that you knew you were so paranoid that you look pregnant, so you put of two different pairs of spanx and threw on your least fitted outfit.
The dinner went well, considering you entire life had just changed an hour before and you were acting like you were perfectly fine. On the inside you were dying. You sat next to ben and he asked if you were okay more time than you could count. You felt horrible. You wanted to tell him, you really did but you couldnât put that pressure on him. You could handle this own your own. Lucy surprised everyone with tickets to your London show at the end of dinner, and you were happy but terrified. Lucy had invited all the BoRhap boys as well as Roger and Brian. THE Roger Taylor and Brian May. Â You were shitting yourself.
In the next two weeks you and Lucy went to the doctors and it was confirmed, you were 14 weeks pregnant. You had a meeting with your head of costuming and she agreed to fix your costumes as discretely as possible, so far only four people knew. Lucy, your doctor, your manager -Angela and your head of costume and makeup -JayJay.
Your London show came so fast, everyone had come backstage to see you. You were in your first costume once again . So far you hadnât needed to fix the sizing you just wore a waist trainer and spanx underneath. You checked with the doctor who said it should be fine for a few hours for your shows, but you shouldnât do it all the time. When you walked into your dressing room in your outfit Lucy gave you a worried look but she was confused when she saw no bump. You gave everyone hugs as they wished you luck, you thanked everyone for coming and promised them that this would be one of your best.
The show opened with one of your favourites on the album, God is a woman. Â It was followed by breathinâ you spoke to the crowd and in a split second you had a costume change. You were wearing a sparkly red outfit now and your boots were now tan. You had changed your finale so when you changed into the lilac dress and boots, the first few beats of your new song filled the arena.
Breakfast at tiffanyâs and bottles of bubbles,
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble,
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machine s
Buy myself all my favourite things
This was the first time your new song was being heard and the crowd loved it, 7 Rings was a hit and you finished the performance on a high like no other.
You came off and Lucy was there first screaming with joy
âWHERE THE HELL DID THAT SONG COME FROM ITS AMAZINGâ
âit was a surprise its brand new I literally flew to LA the day before I came here to record it and we did the choro this morningâ everyone was in awe of your work ethic and you were passed flowers and small gifts. you excused yourself to get changed. Lucy came with you.
âI canât believe you went to LA to record the day before you came here, you were so sick that dayâ
âI know but they wonât let me perform songs until live recorded them in studio and I wanted to perform it for you guysâ Lucy picked out an outfit for you before you both headed back to where everyone was.
Backstage the party was growing; your management had thrown a party to celebrate the start of your European tour. Â Against all your wishes against it. Champagne was spilling, and the music was loud. You took a glass of champagne just for looks, you had no intentions of actually drinking it.
You found ben almost instantly and he embraced you, you still hadnât told him but you were going to. Tonight. Its was selfish, you knew you were leaving on tour tomorrow and at least if he wanted nothing to do with you, you would be distracted. Heartbroken but distracted.
It was almost one and the party was still going strong, you took benâs hand and asked if he wanted to back to your hotel room. You saw Lucy smile as you left, you had to do this. From the moment you were in the car the partition went up and all your plans went out the window. It was cruel, to keep the secret from him but a few moments of bliss before it could all potentially disappear was all you wanted.
You stopped it before it got too heated, one part of you said it was because of the paps and another was because you felt so guilty. Ben didnât mention it. You went in through the back entry of the hotel and you went straight up to your room.
âY/n whatâs up youâve been just a little off these last two weeks, Lucy said youâve been sickâ he paused, fuck. He knew. âare you okay, like are you really sick or something, last time I checked the flu doesnât last for weeksâ you sighed and ran you hand though your hair,
âno its not like that Iâm not dying or anything I promiseâ you took a deep breath
âbut there is something need to tell youâ you sat down trying to calm your nerves, ânow just know before I tell you I expect NOTHING from you okay but you deserve to knowâ Ben looked terrified, you were pretty sure he could have put two and two to bet but just to be clear you said it,
âIâm pregnant, 15 weeks to be exact and its yoursâ Â he didnât move you swore he barely even breathed. Tears were slipping down your cheeks you wanted him to do something, scream or yell anything was better than silence.
âplease. Please say something Iâm so sorry it took this long to tell you-â but he cut you off when he attached his lips to yours.
âI love you Y/n I really fucking love you, and I was going to ask you tonight anyway, but will you be my girlfriend officiallyâ
You nodded, not trusting your words.
âI love you to ben, I really fucking love you tooâ
You decided to announce your relationship to the fans the next day, as much as you wanted to keep it a secret the longer, they know about it  the less of a shock the pregnancy should be. Hopefully. You posted a selfie of you and Ben, he was kissing you sweetly and it was obvious what had taken place earlier. You had taken the picture month ago and you both loved it.
Now that Ben was finished filming BoRhap and his next project started in 3 months, so it seemed logical that he would  come on tour with you. You decided that he was going to head home and take a few weeks off just relaxing and what not then he would meet you when you got to Paris. It sounded perfect.
It worked. Tour was hard, each day your bump grew, and it was getting very difficult to hide it in the end. But with lighting and costuming you finished tour with a six-month-old baby bump and it was still a secret. Â A few weeks into the euro tour you changed all your costumes to from body suits and peplum to flouncy dresses. They all looked gorgeous and you were totally going to be using then in your other tours.
Ben was a god send. You loved having him with you and when tour was over, he was moving to the states. After a hard decision he decided to move to your house, instead of you moving in with him. Living in LA would probably benefit him in the long run anyway, so it wasnât too hard of a decision.
You had decided to announce your pregnancy at the BoRhap Premier. Your dress was ready. It was the first tight dress you had worn in a while and it perfectly showed your  7-month-old baby bump. The fans were loving your relationship and you hoped the reaction to this would be as happy.
The day of the premier had arrived and you had spent hours In hair and makeup, you were nervous. Excited but nervous. You swear you heard the gasps as you stood out from the car. You were sure it was already world wise news,
âAmericas sweetheart Y/N pregnant at 22 to her 28-year-old boyfriendâ
You spent the night being questioned about your bump; why it was kept a secret, how far along were you blah blah blah.
By the time you got inside you were exhausted. Your feet hurt, because you were wearing your beloved heels of course. Your face hurt from smiling and your back was killing. Ben tried to look after you, and he got you everything you wanted. Lucy and Rami had also announced their relationship tonight, so the press was buzzing with all this new information. Â Lucy sat next to you laughing at all the notifications you were getting,
âhey baby I think you broke the internet have you checked anythingâ
âim too scared, can you. Check my twitterâ Lucy nodded, and she gasped
âthey love it. Everyone loves it. Look your fans they did the maths and realised you were pregnant on tour and they love you for itâ you started crying. Fucking pregnancy and its hormones . what a relief.
The premier went well and once you flew home, you were on the plane with all the BoRhap boys and Lucy  because as they had promo for the next few weeks. You had already decided to do another album, and you had a few songs ready to go, that you were recording then once you had the baby you would take three ish months off and you would be back in the studio.  Your record company had decided instead of doing another tour if your album was received well you would do more events like award ceremonies  and music festivals. You agreed. You knew that you wanted to continue with music and your baby would always be your first priority.
On the exact day you were 39 weeks, you were standing in the recording booth, it was your last day and you had one last verse to record. Ben had promo all day and you were meeting for lunch in about and hour. As you sang your last lyric everyone clapped, and you were beaming.
âfuckâ Â this caught the attention of your manager,
âY/n is everything okay?â
You shook your head,
âmy waters just brokeâ
You were rushed into your car and Angela your manager drove to the hospital as you called ben. He was in the middle of an interview when he was ushered off stage,
âwhat wrong,â
âY/nâs waters broke and she son her way to the hospital this interview finishes in about 5 then youâre going straight awayâ
When Ben arrived with Lucy in tow you were in the hospital bed trying get through another contraction.
At 3:21 pm your gorgeous baby boy was brought into the world. Noah Benjamin Jones was perfect in every way. He was a carbon copy of his father, much to your disgrace. Nine months of pregnancy and he looks like his father. Typical male. Â
Noah was the perfect baby, and as you went back to work, he came along and was an angel. When Noah was three you toured again you took your little family with you. Noah loved to see all the new cities and he became a crowd favourite when he would come out and dance with his mamma on stage for his favourite song. History seemed to repeat itself and you found yourself pregnant again in your last few weeks of your second tour.
Your family grew, Â your second child was born, a little girl Lucia Rae Jones, named after your best friend of course Lucy. Â When Lucia or Cici, was six months old you and ben finally decided to get married. It was a quite a large wedding, but it was full of love and that mattered to you.
so this is a part 2 I guess. Â I want really planning on making this a series but I completely could, maybe like. a collection of one shots about violet and the twins growing up thing but please send me some feedback and some requests I would love to hear from you.Â
part 1
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Your baby girl was no longer a baby, violet was now six and your little family had grown even larger. Only three months ago you had given birth to twins. Two more little girls for  you and Roger to dote on. Lily May and Daisy Rae were your perfect blonde-haired, angel-faced identical twins. Violet had been quite the little diva since they were born. She hated the idea of siblings from the moment you and roger had told her. The night you told her you were pregnant she was so mad she called Freddie and insisted that he come pick her up because she wanted to live with him.
so this is a part 2 I guess. Â I want really planning on making this a series but I completely could, maybe like. a collection of one shots about violet and the twins growing up thing but please send me some feedback and some requests I would love to hear from you.Â
part 1
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Your baby girl was no longer a baby, violet was now six and your little family had grown even larger. Only three months ago you had given birth to twins. Two more little girls for  you and Roger to dote on. Lily May and Daisy Rae were your perfect blonde-haired, angel-faced identical twins. Violet had been quite the little diva since they were born. She hated the idea of siblings from the moment you and roger had told her. The night you told her you were pregnant she was so mad she called Freddie and insisted that he come pick her up because she wanted to live with him.
Freddie came over and you explained the situation, he laughed and offered to take violet to her âfavourite unclesâ for a sleepover. As much as Freddie would deny it violet had him wrapped around her little finger and she knew.
Violet was a mini roger. She was messy, loud and a total diva. She would ruin your makeup so often that she now had her own collection. Her room was fit for a princess, full of makeup, dresses with matching little heels and faux fur coats. You couldnât help but smile when she would get herself ready for the day and she would be wearing a big sparkly dress and heels her fur coat in one hand and a purse in the other.
Violet loved music. How could she not. She had been in the studio since she was four days old and had tagged along on two world tours. Roger had gone on tour only 9 months after violet was born and as much as you tried to handle it on your own you just couldnât. So, after one phone call you packed a few bags and met the roger and the boys at the latest tour stop.
Fast forward to now. Violet had been sassy all day because she couldnât go to the studio today. Roger had been taking her along almost every second day since the twins were born but they were behind today and  he just couldnât today.  So naturally Violet had spent the day sulking and glaring at you every chance she got.
The twins were finally asleep, and you couldnât take this anymore. Violet had found every single way to make today hard for you and she wasnât going to get away with it.
You found her in her room playing at her doll house. You smiled as she changed her voices for each doll, she giggled as the dolls did a fashion show.
âhey baby girl, what are you doingâ
âjust playing dolls mummy. Were are the twinsâ her voice changed when she mentioned them. You hated how much she disliked her sisters.
â their sleeping, violet come sit over here I wanna have a big girl chatâ she gave you a questioning glance before shutting her shoulders and sitting next to you on her bed.
â violet I know itâs a big different now with the twins but theyâre your sisters and itâs not nice at all how you treat themâ she huffed and crossed her arms
â mummy itâs just not fair. They stole you and daddy from me. You were my mummy and daddy first now all you do is play with themâ your heart sunk. Violet wasnât wrong. You had been so sick when you were pregnant you could barely watch violet. After explaining and talking to violet for a little while longer you suggested something.
â how about while there asleep we have some big girl mummy and violet timeâ
Violet was beaming, as she nodded. So, you walked hand in hand to the bathroom. You ran the bath adding in some vanilla scented bubble bath. You twisted your hair up into a bun and took the ribbon out of violets hair and brushed it out of the pigtails with your hands.
After testing that the water was ready you stepped in and helped violet hop in with you. You sat there in the bath, washing violets hair first then you put a face mask on both of you. You knew the twins would be sleep for ages and they would be fine in the room just down the hall.
You were so distracted by Violet you didnât even hear the front door open, as you blew bubbles in her face her giggles filled the bathroom. The boys had decided to cut the day short. Everyone was distracted and restless, so they agreed to finish up and go home to relax. It was barely past lunch time when roger got home, and he was surprised to see that Y/N was nowhere to be seen.
It was the soft, angelic giggles of violet mixed with Y/Nâs perfect laugh that pulled roger from his thoughts. He pulled his boots of and left his jacket by the door then followed the sounds to the bathroom. He pushed the door opened and what he saw made him realised just how lucky he was. Y/n and violet ,his girls, surrounded by bubbles, the vanilla aroma filled the bathroom, the smiles on the girls faces were enough to make rogers eyes water.
âhi daddy, your home earlyâ violet stood up out of the bathwater, covered in bubbles and attempted to get out of the bath but roger caught her before she slipped. He wrapped her up in the nearest towel, wiping the bubbles from around her face as he kissed her hello and started asking her about her day. Violet went on to tell roger every single moment of the day. Â The moment Y/N got out and wrapped herself up in a towel she turned to roger kissing him hello, he explained why he was home early, and she nodded. Â Roger let her go get dressed as he carried violet into her room, and helped her choose new outfit for the rest of the day.
âdaddy why are you picking out my fancy dress, you know Iâm not allowed to wear that at homeâ
âmy little flower itâs a beautiful day outside, were going on a tripâ violets eyes lit up.
âcan we bring the babiesâ roger nodded and smiled when her looked up to see Y/N standing in the doorway holding the twins. He grabbed lily from Y/Nâs arms and cooed at her smiling when Y/N placed daisy on violets bed quickly as she zipped up her daughterâs dress and brushed her hair. Violet picked out a headband that Y/N put in for her.
âweâre are we going babyâ roger placed a soft kiss on his wifeâs lips,
âthe park. Welâl takes some snacks and blanket. Iâll call and see who else wants to comeâ Y/n nodded.
âsounds perfect, Iâll dress Lily and Daisy and get a little more dressed upâ
âyou already look breathtaking my loveâ Y/n just nodded and laughed as she walked down the hall to the nursey and re dressed the twins.  Lily was wearing a white cotton pinafore type dress with a small sunflowers embroidered over it and Daisy wad wearing  the same in pink with white embroidery.
Within the hour Y/n and roger were sitting in the nearby park, Lily in Y/nâs arms and Daisy in Rogers. Freddie and Mary were sitting nearby as were Brian and John. A small picnic was set out and violet was currently sitting next to Mary trying to convince her on why pink was a better colour than red.
Mary and Freddie were Violetâs godparents and they doted on the girl as if she was their own. Everyone took turns of cuddling the twins, and Y/n still laughed at Brianâs worried face whenever he held a baby. He was always so careful.
Roger had his hand on Y/nâs leg as she sat with a blanket across her shoulder partially covering Daisy as she fed. The couldnât believe how lucky he was.  He kissed Y/nâs cheek  and listened to as Freddie tried to convince Y/n that they should have more kids.
âFred the twins are barely three months old, Iâm not having any more babies for a while yetâ
âbut darling you will have more wonât youâ Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and turned to roger,
âI donât know baby what if we have more girls then you will be completely surroundedâ
Before roger could reply Brian replied,
âit wouldnât be the first-time roger was completely surrounded by girlâs Y/N, just different circumstancesâ
Everyone laughed, including roger
âyeah thanks mate totally the same thingâ he smiled as he turned to look into Y/ns eyes and you returned the smile,
âtotally the same thing babyâ and your lips met softly, before being interrupted by Freddie of course.
âi want more god children  but I would prefer of you didnât create them hereâ you scoffed and roger playfully threw a grape at Freddie who just laughed.
As you turned to look at everyone who smiled. It had been 5 almost 6 year since roger promised you the world and there wasnât a day, he hadnât kept that promise.
Give you the world. Â // ben!Roger Taylor X reader
hi so this is my first ever queen imagine!! it was meant to be short but it ended up as 2.7K lol. enjoy. Â PLEASE REQUEST ILL WRITE ANYTHING JUST ASK
You had been with roger since your senior year of high school. Youâve had your ups and downs, but youâve stuck together through it all. Queen had just recently finished a tour in America and the boys were already back in the studio writing and recording the next album.
You usually spent any day you could in the studio with the boys but today you were at home babysitting your 2-month-old niece. Your sister had just had her gorgeous little girl with her husband of almost a year, but he was working today, and your sister had a work function that she just couldnât get out of. Your niece, Charlotte was the perfect baby. So, you spent the day making bottles, changing nappies and singing lullabies. It was almost 4 pm and Charlotte had tired you out. She had been screaming bloody murder for a good twenty minutes before falling asleep on your chest. You would have sighed of relief if it werenât for the fear of waking the precious child.
You and Roger had spoken theoretically about having kids since you were teens. You would both laugh at the ridiculous names you both came up with and Roger would always promise to give you and your kids the world. You would never admit it to Roger but from the second your sister fell pregnant you felt an ache in your heart. You knew it was silly and Roger would never hurt your feelings intentionally but the thought of asking him and about and getting the â itâs just not the right time y/n â or something like that made you want to cry.
You lied down in your bedroom, Charlotte was fast asleep on the bed, surrounded by pillows and cushions.you had planned just to watch her, to ensure she didnât wake but before you knew it your eyes fluttered shut.
Roger walked in and noticed just how quiet it was. He knew you had been watching Charlotte today and he smiled as he looked around. There were toys, blankets and bottles lazily placed around the house. But you and the baby were nowhere to be seen. He walked as softly as possible down the hallway to the bedroom.
He could have almost cried at the sight. You were fast asleep, Charlotte in your arms and soft snore coming from both your mouths. He walked forward, and the floorboards creaked, he saw your eyes flutter open and you smiled when you saw him.
â hi baby, how was the studioâ your voice was raspy, due to your much-needed nap but Roger swears he fell in love with you all over again at that moment.
â it was good, my love, how have you beenâ by now Roger had moved over to the bed and was sitting on the edge. His flyers glistened in the golden glow of the sunset through the window.
You got worried, you could see his watery eyes â rog, whatâs wrong babyâ you tried to move Charlotte out of your arms to comfort him, but he stopped you.
â nothings wrong baby, jus- just seeing you with Charlotte got me thinkingâ his breath was caught in his throat, he was nervous.
â what if we had a baby of our ownâ tears flooded your eyes.
â really, you-you would do that for me. For usâ Roger nodded
â if thatâs what you want baby. Iâll give you the worldâ he wiped the tears softly that had spilled down your cheeks. The beautiful moment was broken by the stirring of the baby in your arms and you held her to Roger.
He took Charlotte and walked out into the living room cooing and talking to the tiny child in his arms. You couldnât help but smile from ear to ear.
You sister arrived not much later with a bunch of smiles and a million thanks. You told her it was nothing as she took her baby back and helped to gather Charlotte's things.
Later that night you were lying in Rogers' arms, the moonlight casting shadows across your bed. He placed soft kisses along your neck and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. In a moment of lust and love, you flipped yourself over and kissed in back passionately.
He saw the glint in your eye as you pulled back and sent him that smile, he loves so much.
â rog baby, can you please put a baby in meâ
â I thought youâd never ask loveâ
For the weeks after that every spare second you and Roger went at it. Not that either of you minded. The boys noticed thatâs something was up. You both declined all the invitations to go out and rog never stayed any later than he needed to at the studio. None commented on it assuming you had just missed each other after the tour.
It was exactly a month after babysitting Charlotte that you sat in your bathroom waiting. You had checked your calendar, you were late. You were late for almost four days. You didnât tell Roger. Not until you were sure. So while he went to the studio you had walked down to the nearby pharmacy and bought every test you could find.
Those were the longest their minutes of your life. You tried not to get excited, just in case. But as you turned over the first one and the little pink cross was stared you in the eye bright as ever you cried. You check the rest and all of gave you the same answer.
Positive.
You were pregnant.
As much as you wanted to wait you had to call Roger.
It was Paul who answered the phone and you couldnât have thought of a worse way to dull the mood.
â Iâm sorry y/n I canât take the phone to him theyâre working and must be interruptedâ you were mad now. Really fucking mad.
â so, help me god Prenter, if you donât take the fucking phone to Roger this instant you wonât have a job tomorrow and you know Iâm not lyingâ you heard him huff and rudely announce that you were off the phone and you refused to give him a message. Roger nearly punched him.
âListen here asshole if my girl calls for me bring me the phone. I donât care what Iâm doing sheâs more important than anythingâ his rant was crackly and through the phone, it made it hard to hear it but it wanted your heart like no tomorrow.
â Hello baby is everything okayâ you were still thinking about what he had said that you almost forgot why you were calling.
â Oh, uh yeah everything perfect, how much longer do you think youâll be todayâ Roger sighed, running his hands through his hair. Today was taking a long time, Freddie was being a perfectionist, and no one was doing anything right.
â Iâm sorry baby but I think todayâs going to be a long oneâ you sighed, you needed to tell him but you also refused to do it over the phone.
â Roger I really need to talk to you could you come home even just for an hourâ you probably sounded pathetic
â are you sure everything is okay loveâ
â yes, rog please just come homeâ
â Iâll be there in 15, I love you â
â I love you tooâ. Relief washed over you. You had wanted this your whole life and you were so excited. You didnât even want to wait the fifteen minutes until Roger got here.
Roger, on the other hand, was scared, what could possibly be so concerning that he had to come home to hear it. Had somebody died? Were you hurt and didnât want to worry him? The boys were just as confused when he said he had to leave but he wasnât sure why.
You were fluffing about. As silly as it was you quickly ran and put on a nice dress and fixed your hair. You were standing by the door when Roger Burst in.
â what is it my love, are you sure everything is okayâ
You had tears on your cheeks by a smile from ear to ear. You slowly moved your hand from behind your back, pregnancy tests in hand.
â Iâm pregnantâ Roger stood their mouth wide open, shocking covering his face.
You yelled a little louder adrenaline running through your veins,
â we fucking did it, baby, we made a babyâ he practically runs to you pulling you into his arms. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your lips smashed together. You pulled apart and your feet sat back on the ground.
âWe really did make a babyâ you had never heard Roger sound so proud. You could look at his face like this forever.
â yeah rog, we made a babyâ he pulled you into his arms again.
Once you both had calmed a bit, he Called the studio to let everyone know he couldnât come back because something had come up. He couldnât even be mad at the vulgar comments the boys made. He wanted to tell them so bad, but you wanted to see a doctor first. Just to be sure.
The next day when Roger was late to the studio everyone was worried. Maybe something had happened. The boys normally met at about 9am and it was 11 and no one had heard anything from either of you.
So, they started without Roger, and at 11:30 you two walked into the studio hand in hand and a smile on both your faces.
Freddie noticed you first.
â decided to grace us with the presence I seeâ you knew he wasnât too mad due to the cheeky smile.
â sorry about this boy but I promise it was for a good reasonâ Roger just held you and nodded, looking like he was going to burst.
Freddie, Brian and John just kinda stared at you two. Surprisingly John spoke up
â come on then out with itâ they all watched expectedly.
â y/nâs pregnantâ
They all started cheering and throwing congratulations around like confetti.
As the weeks went on y/nâs belly grew as did the love for the little baby. You visited the studio almost every day and almost all anyone could talk about was your baby. At this point, you thought maybe they were more excited than you were.
Once the excitement died down reality sunk in. Of a morning, noon and night, you were almost always sick, at first you tried to hide it from Roger but when you almost threw up on his drums one day he was always a there to hold your hair.
The sickness eventually calmed down, but muscle aches and pains were there to replace it. Roger was the sweetest through your entire pregnancy. You hated putting your issues on him, but he was nothing but an angel.
â baby youâre literally growing our child in your stomach for nine entire months, the least I can do is look after youâ
From day one the boys wanted to know the name. You and Roger wanted to keep it as a surprise as well as the gender but that one got out a little early.
You and Roger had known the gender of your baby for almost two weeks and it was killing the rest of the band that they didnât know.
You were sitting on the couch in the studio absentmindedly flipping through baby magazines. When Freddie came and sat beside you,
â so y/n I want to throw you a baby shower but I need Coloursâ
You were too in your own world to even hear what Freddie was saying until he poked you and asked again,
â pink Fredâ
â itâs a girlâ you ears perked at that.
Freddie jumped up running into the studio shrieking â itâs a girlâ
Roger just laughed and nodded once Freddie explained how he found out.
It was now getting to the end of your pregnancy. It had been the longest 9 months of your life, but you wouldnât change it for the world, you had been nesting intensely.
The nursery had been set up and your baby girl was set for life after the baby shower Freddie had thrown for you. It was almost as big as his usual parties and you didnât even know half the people in the end, but you didnât mind. You didnât care who was there because you spent the entire time in Rogers arms surrounded by those you loved the most.
In the last few weeks before your due date, you had been skipping out on the studio and staying home. Roger had been trying to stay home but the album deadline was fast approaching, and your pregnancy had been a major distraction. Not that anyone cared.
It was exactly 3 weeks before your due date when you woke up in the middle of the night. It wasnât unusual for you to wake to pee but something in your gut gave made you think tonight was different. You were right. As you stood up out of bed and took a step you felt the gush of liquid down your legs.
â Rogerâ your voice was as quiet as a mouse and you heard him stirring, his raspy, sleep voice filled with concern.
âis everything okayâ
âmy water just brokeâ
âOh, shitâ Roger sat up and started moving so fast you could have sworn he was on something. All could do was try to get changed out of your saturated pyjama pants and make yourself mildly presentable. All while Roger ran around the house asking a million questions and freaking out. You called out to him and he came straight to you.
âis everything okay, I have the car packed do we go to the hospitalâ you cut him off with a kiss and you felt him relax into you.
âRoger relax, its fine we are going to get in the car and drive safely to the hospital. These things take hours okayâ he nodded before his eyes lit up âI have to call Freddie, he would kill me if I donâtâ you just laughed and told him you would make your way to the car.
You had never seen Roger drive so slow in his life, he was being so perfectly careful. Until you started groaning. The first contraction and it hurt like a bitch. Then it was like a switch had been flipped and he started driving so fast you were scared if he braked too hard the baby might just fall out.
By 9 am the next morning you were still werenât fulling dilated. Freddie and Mary had come at about 7 and had been with you ever since. The doctors were due to come to check on you again any minute and you were begging and praying that they said it was time
At 9:56 That morning you heard the first ever cry of your baby girl. You had been squeezing Rogersâ hand so hard you thought it might be broken, the doctor placed your baby on your chest and you were an emotional wreck. Roger kissed you telling you how great youâve done and when you looked up at him he kissed you again before mumbling, âmarry me please Y/N I love you more than you could ever know, I want to give you the whole worldâ your sobs continued and you couldnât stop nodding, you managed to gasp out a yes before kissing Roger again.
Once you and the baby were cleaned up roger went outside to get everyone. The tears started flowing again as you saw everyone walk in. Mary was holding a bunch of flowers, your favourite, of course, Freddie was carrying an entire basket of what looked like baby clothes, Brian was carrying a small pink teddy and deaky was carrying what looked like two coffees and a brown bag. You hoped it was a muffin. You were fucking starving.
They all congratulated you and Roger, and you looked at Roger who was holding the now sleeping newborn,
âMary, boys please meet Violet Grace Taylorâ they all started cheering before you shushed them and pointed to  Violet.
You couldnât help but smile, Roger promised you the world, but you already had it.
Do you guys ever wonder what young Brian May, Roger Taylor, John Deacon and Freddie Mercury would think about the enormous success and legacy Queen has had? I cry a lot when I think about this but theyâre happy tears I swear
me, seeing the same 7 photos of rami and the borhap boys from the golden globes being reposted and reblogged over and over again by literally everyone on my dashboard, and me liking and reblogging every single one with tears in my eyes: fucking superb you funky little award winners
me, seeing any photo of lucy from the golden globes, seeing her talent being recognised, and being overcome with such love and pride that i immediately start bawling my eyes out:Â
