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Jim cuddling Freddie after having a panic attack at his 39th birthday party.
This sketch is for my lovely @freddiefiction . 🥰
I know it took me a while but I hope you like it❤️
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Also, I couldn't make anything for the @queenhurtcomfort weekend but I figured this sketch is pretty fitting, so I'm tagging you guys as well even if I'm a week late 😢(I hope you don't mind)
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I’m a bit late, but here it is, my little contribution for the  @queenhurtcomfort event! Thanks for organising~
Day 3: blood/voice/vision loss - affection
Part of my HP!AU, but can be read separately.  
Roger falls off the broom. John is not impressed.
 https://archiveofourown.org/collections/queen_hurt_comfort/works/40053195
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I thank the Lord above, my life has been saved.
Last but not least, here's final contribution to @queenhurtcomfort weekend - Day 3: Wreckage (kind of?), cut off, Hypothermia VS Carrying bridal style, Hot Bath, Aftercare
Nothing hurts more than your beloved one spitting venomous words out of frustration, even when they don't really mean them. But a surprise blizzard can hurt as much
WARNINGS for this fic: Angst (with happy ending)
Eek, I hate writing them fight, but what's hurt/comfort if not dragging your characters into pain and heartbreak just to give them lots of care and cuddles afterwards? This fic has been hard to write and I must admit I got emotional a couple of times, but I hope you'll still like it 🥰
Also this is my 50th fic! You'll see 47 on AO3, but a couple of them have multiple fics listed as chapters so the total would be 50! Congrats to me, I've never expected any of this tbh haha 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻💕💕💕
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"Pregnancy complications" Johnica fanfic
hello all!!! it's a bit late and i apologize for that, but here's my contribution to @queenhurtcomfort weekend day 2. i think the hurt and comfort parts are a bit mixed up, but i believe it's okay nonetheless. if you like it, please consider leaving me feedback❣️
word count: 3,1k
warnings: pregnancy, pain, nudity, innuendos
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December 1977
When John Deacon came home from the rehearsal for the next tour, the house was a lot more quiet than he had expected. In fact, it was silent. The times he'd come home in the late afternoon to a deadly silent house had never meant anything good. He tried to soothe himself, telling himself that his wife had probably just put their toddler down for another quick nap before dinner. Thinking back on yesterday evening, he thought it was actually likely; she'd mentioned wanting to go out in the park with their child, and his initial worries that something might've been very wrong seemed a bit silly now. Though that wasn't something new to him: Since having a child, he worrying even more than usual, and his concern for his boy was regularly material for jokes within the band.
He made sure to stay as quiet as possible when putting his bass down, not wanting to wake the moody toddler (nor the quite sensitive wife), before putting his thick winter jacket away. Making his way through the hall, he took a turn into the sitting room, intending to relax a little before his child would wake up and he'd make dinner for his family.
Yet, to his surprise, his wife laid on the sofa on her back, eyes closed and the two year old cuddled between her and the backrest. She was wearing the thick muted orange sweater with stripes that his mum had gifted her, and her favourite baggy sweatpants. One hand of hers was on her big belly, almost protective, while on the other, the head of the child was placed. A warm knitted blanket layed around her waist, just wide enough to cover their son, so he'd be kept warm and comfortable at his mum's side.
John leaned on the doorframe for a moment, he couldn't help the smile on his face at the domestic sight, despite the visible exhaustion on Veronica's face. Maybe she hadn't made it upstairs to the bed with Robert before she fell asleep, he thought with an internal giggle. As active as their little one was, he could grow tired in a minute, and then his parents usually had to carry him upstairs because he refused to move himself. It often made them laugh, but sometimes, having a child could be quite tiring, the couple had found out. But John loved his son more than anything else in the world - Veronica was his close second, though.
Walking over to his two favourite people, he kneeled down on the carpet in front of the sofa, his face at the height of his wife. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up after being out in the cold earlier, before gently placing his right on her cheek, he didn't want to make her jump in shock, after all.
"Ronnie, love?"
Her eyes fluttered open, immediately catching his ones. John adored the warm colour of them.
"Hello there, baby. Did you tire Rober out, yeah?", he asked with an amused sparkle in his eyes.
She nodded, a little groggy from the nap, even if it was barely an hour ago she'd laid down.
"Oh, yes, been out all morning", she confirmed lazily. "He had very much fun in the puddles. Always jumping on the thin ice…"
John chuckled at the thought of his son breaking the thin layer of ice excitedly, probably holding his mother's hand tightly while giggling. He bet Veronica had put the little frog hat on him which she loved so much.
"Sounds like you had a good time", John murmured, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on her lips as welcome. It made her smile.
"Robert definitely… Me not so much."
The bassist nodded, humming softly. "You want me to cook dinner then, yeah? How about mash and some vegetables?"
"Yeah, that's good", she agreed lazily. "Just don't make any mushrooms, last time Rob didn't eat his ones."
"All right. - How are you feeling, love?", he asked with worry in his eyes, placing his hand on top of her belly, bulging with his second child. Veronica glanced down to the boy at her side, but he was still sleeping, so she turned back to her husband.
"Not very well…", she admitted whiny, and he went back to caressing her cheek, wanting to be with her, and not let her go through this alone this time. "Been having some cramps, and my stupid back is killing me."
"I'll make you a hot-water bottle for now", he suggested, like many nights before.
"It's fine", she said, shaking her head. "I think I'll just take a bath later, that'll do me."
"I'll run you one after dinner, then", John promised before giving her forehead a little kiss, before he pulled back, biting his lips softly. "...Or do you want to cook and I'll wake Rob, yes?"
Veronica raised her brows; neither of them particularly fancied cooking, but especially now, it was mostly her husband's job. Her pregnancy and his work made him feel guilty enough to even try some more new and extravagant meals.
"No, you cook", she replied with a hint of smugness, causing him to giggle as he gave in with a surrendering nod, having expected this, anyway.
"Fine, I cook. I can take Robert too, so you can be alone for a while. I know you're exhausted, Ronnie, I wish I could be of more help…"
She smiled sadly. "You're helping as much as you can, John. It's fine. I'm fine."
"You're not fine, you just said you're not", John protested with a little pout.
"Sorry, I just don't want you to worry even more. Hard enough caring for Rob, I don't want you to worry 'bout our little one, too."
"Too late", he chuckled. "Of course I worry, and with you having so much trouble with being pregnant now… I hate to see you in pain. Just want you to be happy, alright?"
"You make me happy."
"Cheesy", he complained with a smirk, and Veronica wrinkled her nose, leaning in and silently begging for a kiss. He gladly gave her a quick one on the lips, before standing up with a tiny groan. Smiling down at his wife, he saw she was already focusing on their son again, and she looked adorable and very motherly like this, he thought.
For a moment, there was a pain in his heart, thinking about how often she laid there with his son, but he was on the other side of the world. Still, he hoped she was happy like this. Despite the added pains of her pregnancy. John did whatever he could in the time he actually was home, tried to help her relax - amongst others, with the baths she began to love in the recent months. It almost seemed to him that her favourite part of their new house was the bathtub. He was glad that tonight, he was home on time, and able to take care of his wife.
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Veronica gave her husband a thankful smile when she entered the bathroom, where he stood next to the bathtub, having just put her favourite scented oil in there, a little treat she'd given herself some time ago, and grinned at her, showing his cute teeth. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him wordlessly and asking for a hug, which he was very happy to grant her. He held her close to his body, burying his nose in her hair.
"You know I love you, right?", he asked quietly, and received a nod and a little, positive whine back. "Do you want me to wash your hair?"
"I can do it myself, too", she mumbled in his shirt.
"I was asking whether you want me to. You put our frog to sleep, right?"
"Mh-mh, I did", she confirmed, though John almost didn't understand her as her voice got swallowed by the fabric.
"So we have time. I want to take care of you, Ronnie, I know being pregnant isn't too easy for you, you know…"
"You don't know", she giggled. "'s probably what you imagine but about…two or three times worse. Have I told you that my back is killing me?"
"You did", John chuckled and kissed her hair. "You told me several times already. - You know, the bath might help. You can lean back on me, I'll take care of you, love."
"That does sound nice", she sighed. When she parted from him, her eyes were heavy already, both of them were usually up quite early because of their child. John pecked her nose playfully.
"I'll go say goodnight to our frog, and then I'll join you in the bath, how's that sound?"
"Very good", she nodded. She dipped her hand in the nicely smelling water, a little foam on it, as she watched her husband leave. He always said good night to his son, no matter what time it was when he came home, he never once had missed this (except for the times he was in a different country). It was his little ritual, checking in on the toddler before he went to bed himself. And he was usually quiet enough to not wake him. Today he surely would be, she doubted he'd take any risks, he seemed quite eager to join her in the bath.
Veronica undressed herself, simply discarding her clothes in the laundry bag in the corner. Carefully she stepped into the tub and sunk down until the water level was at her bulging belly and she placed her hands on top of it, leaning back with a sigh. God, this feels so good.
A few moments later, the door opened again, but she didn't open her eyes just yet, it was way too comfortable and relaxing to lay like this. She could almost ignore the pain throughout her body, it was that comfortable.
She heard him undress quietly yet quickly, before she felt a warm hand stroking through her hair, making her attentive. Looking up, she gave him a little, strained smile.
"Want to move up?", the man asked softly. "Then I can get behind you."
Veronica nodded, doing as he suggested to give him enough space. Slowly her husband stepped into the tub, his hands on her shoulder as he got himself comfortable behind her, leaning back onto the wall and then pulling her to lean back on his chest. His legs were at her sides, hands settled on her belly, embracing her tenderly.
"I've got you", he whispered. "You and our baby. - How are you feeling now, mh?"
"Little bit better", she replied quietly, closing her eyes again with her head leaned on his chest. He placed a little kiss on her hair.
"You're beautiful, you know? You… You're amazing. I mean, there's another child in you right now, you're growing it in your belly, how-"
"Shut up", Veronica grumbled. She wasn't mad at him, just didn't want to talk nor listen right now. It was comforting to her that she knew he wouldn't get upset at her sometimes harsh words. As much as she adored her second child already, sometimes she just wanted to be his wife, and not only a mother. Sometimes, she felt it was almost as if the two of them had their own language, that no one else knew other than them, their little secret. Just John and Veronica, in their own little bubble of love.
John took a deep breath, wanting to do everything that could make her feel just a little bit better. So instead of talking more, he only nudged her a bit further away from him to sit up straight. Then, he cupped a bit of water in his large hands, bringing it up to run over her head, wetting her hair, and she sighed deeply.
"Thanks", Veronica murmured, making her husband giggle happily as he continued to catch water in his hands and getting her hair wet. It was a slow process, which both of them enjoyed each time again. Every now and then, he'd run his hands through her hair, gently loosening up any knots he could find. For sure it'd been Robert that got the honey-coloured hair this tangled up.
After a while of pouring water over her already soaked hair, he reached back to grab the shampoo under her curious yet tired glance. He smiled in return, leaning forward again to give her a silly kiss on the cheek. Finally, he saw her radiant smirk again.
"Pray I don't get any shampoo in your eyes", he joked, though he was quite experienced with it already, he loved washing her hair because it always soothed her.
"Better not", she agreed with a lazy chuckle.
Pumping some shampoo in his hand, he laid his hands back on her head and began to massage it into her hair. He had to admit, the strength in his fingers from playing bass for so many years every single day came in handy here.
Veronica moaned softly at the pleasurable pressure of his fingers, consequently leaning back against his hands, causing him to smile even more. If her hair wasn't full of foam he would've liked to kiss it again. Anything to make her smile, and as he knew she enjoyed his hands, he simply continued massaging her scalp.
"I hate it when you're gone so long", she mumbled under her breath. "Miss your hands."
The second she said those words, she started smiling, already anticipating her husband's cheeky reply.
"Oh, I bet you miss my hands, baby", he chuckled deeply in her ear, the innuendo definitely not lost on her. She sighed in return at his predictable silliness, and he apologized with a little kiss on her cheek, careful not to inhale the foam.
"I'm just mad at your back for always making trouble", he grumbled. "It wasn't as bad when you had Robert, don't know why this baby is making you feel so bad."
"It's fine, I can deal with it", she defended herself weakly, despite knowing she didn't have to hide her pain in front of her husband. He knew her feelings anyway, every night when they laid in bed together, he held her to his chest to keep her back warm and ease the uncomfortable pressure in her body.
John only took a deep breath at her reply, not wanting to argue with her again, so he continued running his hands through her long hair for a while, until deciding it was time to wash it out, he didn't want her to end up freezing in water that'd run cold. As usual, he took his time, slowly washing out the foam with his hands. Every now and then his wife sighed or moaned, thoroughly enjoying the tender massage that came along with it. She truly missed his hands when he was away around the world or spending all his days at the studio; she was sure he gave the best massages in the world, knowing without a word what she liked. It was a nice breather between the two grabby hands of their toddler, having someone to talk to who understood her like this. And who cared so much about her that even though he was tired (and she knew he was, even if he didn't say it), he was determined to help her relax and possibly make her pain free.
As Veronica got lost in thoughts, she only realized that all the foam was washed out when her husband's hands came to settle on top of her big belly.
"Are you feeling any better, love?", he asked quietly, worried. Just a few weeks and he'd be a father again, for the second time. John was incredibly excited and loved the baby so much his heart seemed to burst sometimes, but he genuinely could barely bear how much hurt this pregnancy brought her… A few more weeks until the birth, and he hoped she'd feel better afterwards. And he hoped he'd be home to be with his family, and not somewhere far away.
The woman took her time to reply to his inquiry, before finally answering: "I'm feeling more… relaxed, yes. The back pain just won't fade, and since a few days the cramps are getting worse too…"
John leaned his chin on her shoulder, fully embracing her now. "I'm sorry, Vee."
The sadness and hint of anger in his voice alarmed her slightly, as much as she hated her own hurt, she could take anything if it meant at least her family was good. And her husband wasn't good right now. In fact, he seemed close to crying, he hated when he couldn't help her feel better. He hated feeling so useless.
"I'm just glad you're here now. It's better when you're home, at least for the evenings", she tried to soothe him. Placing her hands above his on the belly, she almost hoped the baby would kick now, as it always made him euphoric to feel this. But when their baby didn't move after a few moments, she continued: "I rarely take a bath when you're not here, you know? It seems too much effort. And I really do miss your touch."
"I'd run you a bath ten times a day if it makes you feel any better, you know?"
"I know, Deaks", she sighed and leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she attempted to ignore the exhaustion in her joints. It was the best she could feel at this time, with the still warm bath and her husband's body adding more warmth to her backside and belly. He made her feel safe, as if she could defeat anything as long as she was in his arms. She could go through this pregnancy easily, for him, for herself and their family. His pride to be a dad seemed to radiate through his whole body and it had infected her a long time ago, too. He was as excited for this baby as she was, and no pain in the world could take this away.
"Want to get dried up?", he spoke up softly a while later, his worry for her not getting enough sleep laced through his voice, but she shook her head.
"This is perfect", Veronica mumbled with closed eyes, and that it was. Time and time again, he managed to take her thoughts away from the pain, through baths and all the other stuff he did just to make her feel a tiny bit better, his efforts relentless and adorable. And right now, despite all the little negative things in her life, she felt fully at ease; her husband loved her, cared for her, and they had a second baby on the way; they were a family.
At this moment, nothing else was of any importance to either of them. It was just the two of them, laying together in the bathtub, John's body embracing her pregnant one, and they waited in content silence for the water to run cold.
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Thank you everyone who participated and supported hurt/comfort weekend. Good news: every single contribution was completely wonderful. ❤️
The collection will remain open for as long as everyone needs to finish their contribution. 🧡
Tag us for a reblog of your work. 💛
All the love to all of you and well done again this weekend, it has been wonderful. 💚
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And that is all my contributions to h/c!!! I hope you all enjoyed it
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Day 3: @queenhurtcomfort I hope you all Enjoy it
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Thank you everyone who participated and supported hurt/comfort weekend. Good news: every single contribution was completely wonderful. ❤️
The collection will remain open for as long as everyone needs to finish their contribution. 🧡
Tag us for a reblog of your work. 💛
All the love to all of you and well done again this weekend, it has been wonderful. 💚
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My unexpectedly artistic (lovingly, if nothing else lol digitally coloured) contribution to @queenhurtcomfort weekend! I was tired of Freddie suffering after Freddie weekend, if I’m honest XD so this time Roger suffers.
Big thanks to @emmaandorlando and @bisexualroger​ for hosting the event! <3
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It started life as this sketch a couple of days ago:
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Nevermore
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Can’t do it anymore. - - - - -
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Do you accept late entrys?
We are honoured to get even more entries, yes of course 🙌
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Queen Hurt/Comfort Weekend - Day 3: Scars/Affection
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TW: S3lf H4rm
Here's my entry for Day 3 of @queenhurtcomfort!
Full pic under the cut.
I wrote a fic for Day 2, which you can read here (it's a lot lighter than this, I promise!!)
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I originally wanted to write a full-blown story for this, but I don't believe I could have handled such a topic properly. So I opted to make art and write a short thing to give the art some context. I'm reeeally steeping out of my comfort zone with this one :S
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Freddie had always known Brian struggled with depression, but he never pressed him to talk about it. One night after a show, while Freddie, John, and Roger are getting changed back into their normal clothes, Brian finds a separate area away from everyone else to change instead. This was strange to the other three bandmates, as it was a sudden last minute decision.
Freddie walks down the hall on the way to the limo to the airport, but he hangs back a bit to wait for Brian. Brian opens the door to his changing room and sees the hallway is empty, except for Freddie. Brian quietly calls Freddie over, and the singer makes his way over to him.
Freddie isn't sure what to expect. Brian takes a deep breath and explains to Freddie what's been going on, and rolls up one of his shirt sleeves, wincing as he does so.
There are at least a dozen scars on Brian's arm, and Freddie is at a loss for words. He's shocked and saddened, but he knows Brian is hurting right now and needs someone to listen.
Without a word, Freddie embraces Brian tightly, protectively. A tear rolls down his cheek, and he hears Brian sniffling as well as he returns the embrace.
"You'll be okay, Bri," Freddie whispers, "I'll help you get through this."
They stay like this for what seems like an eternity, and the physical touch alone had already patched one of the many holes in Brian's heart. "Thank you, Fred. I know I can trust you."
Even though Freddie couldn't completely understand Brian's feelings, he still vowed to offer his support and trust, and be there for him always.
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@queenhurtcomfort day 2: please enjoy this little fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40039260
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Some Dom x Rog for @queenhurtcomfort weekend day 2.
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Day 3: Queen Hurt Comfort
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The Way You Are (Queen Hurt/Comfort Weekend - Day 2)
Rating: T
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Ship: Poly!Queen
Word Count: 3,103
Prompt: Pregnancy Complications/Bath
Summary: Several months into pregnancy, Freddie struggles with his self image, and he has trouble leaving the house. His partners find out what's going on, and they make sure to help Freddie feel like himself again.
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Here's my entry for day 2 of @queenhurtcomfort !
I had a lot of fun with this one!! I threw in as much of my favorite fluffy bits as I could~ Full fic under the cut, and you can also read it on my AO3!!
Your support is very much appreciated ^^
Freddie stood in front of the full-length mirror as he took a deep breath and lifted his shirt. He turned to the side and frowned at the sight of his protruding belly. The outfit he'd set out for a movie date sat on his bed behind him, and the more Freddie stared at it, the more he swore the clothing began to shrink right before his eyes.
"I can't wear that...", he thought as he frowned even more, "But I could try to squeeze into it. Somehow..."
Freddie had been fretting over what to wear for the last half hour. He knew he couldn't wear what he'd picked out, but he'd grown to loathe the maternity clothing sitting in his closet. He could hear the others across the hall and downstairs getting ready, and Freddie knew he had to make up his mind soon.
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Seven months ago, Freddie and his partners received the most exciting and life-changing news. Brian and Freddie walked into the living room hand in hand, the both of them grinning from ear-to-ear and nearly bubbling over with excitement.
"What have you got there, Fred?" John asked as he turned his attention away from the television once he noticed the two of them.
Roger propped himself up from his cuddling position with John to look over at them as well. "Yeah, what's behind your back?"
Brian and Freddie exchanged brief glances at one another before Freddie handed a small plastic stick to the drummer and sat on the arm of the couch, swinging his legs back and forth. It only took a few seconds for Roger to process what he was looking at, and his eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
"Oh my god, you're...!" Roger began, wanting Freddie to finish the sentence.
"I'm finally pregnant!" Freddie announced excitedly, "We're having a baby!"
John and Roger looked at each other in a mixture of shock and excitement, and they both wasted no time showering their boyfriend with hugs and kisses.
"Congrats, Fred!" Roger congratulated as he scrambled over to him wrapped his arms around Freddie's shoulders tightly, smooching his cheek over and over again, "This is great!"
John was more leisurely in approaching Freddie, though he was still just as affectionate. "I can't believe it. We're going to be fathers," he said blissfully while resting his head on Freddie's shoulder with a grin and taking one of his hands into his own, "I'm proud of all of us."
The four of them all lovingly embraced each other, and Freddie suddenly felt overwhelmed by the attention. For so long, he and his partners had wanted a baby, but there had always been some sort of obstacle standing in their way. Whether it was their hectic touring schedule, or the rehearsal sessions that sometimes stretched far into the middle of the night... After all of that was said and done, just the mere thought of having sex sounded exhausting. But there was always that small spark inside the four of them that told them to keep trying, and that it would happen someday, one day. And that day had finally come.
Freddie wiped away a few tears with the heel of his hand, with a smile still wide of his face and his heart swelled with joy, "I agree, Deaky. I'm glad we didn't give up."
Freddie knew pregnancy wouldn't be easy, but he had Brian, John, and Roger by his side to love and support him every step of the way.
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Freddie ran a delicate hand over his belly as he recalled that fond memory, and the baby kicked against his palm gently. That made him smile, but only for a brief moment. He studied himself again: Stretch marks, swollen chest, a dark line running down the center of his stomach, a rounder face... Freddie swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and hung his head, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling.
It had been what seemed like ages since Freddie had been able to wear his usual clothes. He loved to show off his body on stage as he'd strut around and twirl for the audience, glittering with sequins and draped in silky fabrics. He felt free, confident, sexy. He felt like himself.
But the gorgeous garments he once donned were shoved into the back of the closet in exchange for oversized, unflattering, plain clothing. Freddie still tried to accessorize at least, but it was all too flashy and didn't match with anything. And the last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself with the way he looked now.
A sudden knock on the door startled Freddie out of his thoughts, and he quickly shoved his shirt back down as far as he could and wiped at his eyes to clear away any stray tears.
"Ready, Freddie?" Roger asked through the door with a chuckle.
Freddie had tried his best to keep a smile on his face all day. He wanted to enjoy himself and go out with his boyfriends, but he also wanted to hide himself away from the world.
"Freddie?" Roger asked again with a bit of concern in his tone, "You okay? Can I come in?"
"...Come in..." Freddie replied, crossing his arms over his chest and finally tearing his gaze away from the mirror to look down at the tips of his toes.
Roger carefully opened the door and stepped inside. He glanced at the clothes laid out on the bed, then at Freddie, and closed the door behind himself. He could already sense something was off...
"Freddie..." Roger said quietly as he approached him slowly, "Really, are you alright?"
The drummer stood next to Freddie and gently placed one hand on his shoulder, focusing on the sullen expression on Freddie's face in the mirror.
"Look at me, Roger," Freddie mumbled, "I know I'm pregnant, but... I've gained so much weight... None of my nice clothes fit me anymore..." He shook his head as tears stung at the corners of his eyes once again, "...I feel hideous."
Roger frowned and moved to fully wrap his arm around Freddie, and began to massage his arm to try and comfort him.
Freddie covered his eyes with one hand, too ashamed to look at Roger, "...Sometimes I don't even recognize myself..."
Hearing that single sentence was enough to break Roger's heart. How long had Freddie been feeling this way? Did Brian and John know? The four of them always made sure to communicate with each other, and nothing had seemed off recently... Had they not been paying enough attention?
"Oh, Freddie..." Roger said sadly, "Don't talk about yourself that way," he gently patted Freddie's arm, "Come, let's sit down."
Roger guided Freddie over to the bed, and the pair both sat down on the edge. Roger embraced Freddie and rubbed gentle circles on his back as the man sobbed.
"Shh, shh," Roger whispered, sliding one hand up into Freddie's hair to stroke his long locks, "It's okay, I'm here for you, baby. Just let it out."
Freddie held onto Roger like a lifeline. Even though the drummer always acted as the wild one of the group, he was never afraid to show his boyfriends how much he cared for them. He'd stay like this with Freddie all night if he needed to.
After what seemed like forever, Freddie finally managed to calm himself down, and they both pulled away to look at each other. The singer forced a small smile onto his face, though Roger still saw the obvious sadness in his eyes.
"What's got you like this, hm?" Roger asked as he moved his hand down from Freddie's hair to cup his cheek, "You're not hideous. Never have been. Why would you ever talk about yourself that way?"
The smile on Freddie's face faded, and Roger began to stroke his cheek with his thumb while he waited patiently for him to speak.
"I've... Felt this way for a while now. I hate the way I look..." Freddie sighed, "I expected my body to change. But it feels like it happened so fast... Deaky drove me to my last doctor's appointment, and she said I've gained more than the recommended weight. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since..."
Roger gave him a sympathetic look, "Freddie... That doesn't mean you're ugly, but I get how it would make you feel that way. You know me and Deaky and Bri are here for you. Were you afraid to say something to us?"
"I-I didn't want to be a downer," Freddie stuttered, averting his gaze to the floor, "And now we're all going to be late for our date--"
"Freddie, no," Roger said sternly and shook his head, "We can go to the cinema any other time, it's no big deal. I can tell Brian and Deaky what's going on and we can figure out something else instead."
Freddie visibly winced at Roger's suggestion. He truly couldn't muster up the confidence to go out, but he didn't want to cancel plans again. "I feel as if I've been depriving you all of my love. We haven't been able to go out for weeks since we started recording, and tonight was finally the chance. The least I could do was see a film... But I can't even do that for any of you..."
Roger shook his head, "Nonsense. You've been doing so much more for us," his expression softened, "We've got a baby on the way. I think that's a lot more than me and the boys could ever ask for from you."
Freddie smiled genuinely this time and gently caressed his stomach, "I can't wait to bring her into the world. But I want to make sure you're all happy too."
Roger's eyes wandered around the room as he began to think. Brian and John were downstairs waiting for them no doubt, but if Freddie didn't feel up for going out tonight, then obviously none of them were going to force him. Roger noticed how Freddie only seemed to talk about how much he wanted to make everyone else happy while keeping his own feelings locked up. While it was wonderful that he cared so much for his partners, Roger wanted Freddie to care for himself too. As he pondered what to do, Roger's gaze fell onto a candle that sat on Freddie's bedside table, and he had a sudden burst of inspiration.
"Let me go talk to the boys." Roger leaned in and kissed Freddie's cheek before rising from the bed, "Just try to relax, alright?"
Once Roger left the room, Freddie looked at the outfit for his date again, hoping that if he glared at it long enough it would disappear. Words couldn't describe how awful he felt.
"Another date, cancelled. All because I can't stop feeling sorry for myself..." he thought bitterly. Freddie moved to stand back up, but hissed when a sharp pain surged through his lower back. All of that standing had really put pressure on his muscles... Perhaps Roger was right; he definitely could try to relax for a little bit.
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Nearly half an hour had passed since Roger came in to check on Freddie, and the house had become unusually quiet afterwards. It was fairly obvious that plans had changed now, but to what? Freddie wasn't sure... He'd laid down to rest, and by the time he'd been awakened by the sounds of everyone downstairs, the sun had all but disappeared for the day.
Freddie was greeted by another knock. "Freddie?" came Brian's voice through the door, "Do you have a moment? I wanted to get your opinion on a new riff I wrote."
Freddie carefully sat up and rubbed his eyes with a yawn, "Sure... Just come in."
"Oh, um..." Brian hesitated, "I think it would sound better through the amp downstairs. It won't take long."
Freddie rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching his arms above his head to try and loosen up his sore back muscles. He loved Brian, but sometimes he was so stubborn...
Freddie dragged his feet across the room and opened the door to see Brian simply grinning at him, and the man offered him his hand. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I promise it'll only be a moment."
Freddie didn't say anything, but he took Brian's hand and the guitarist lead him down the stairs. As they traversed each step, Freddie began to smell something sweet and floral. The scent only became stronger once they reached the main hall, and Freddie's demeanor shifted from apathetic to curious.
"What is that smell?" Freddie asked as he turned his head in the direction of the kitchen, "Is Deaky experimenting in the kitchen again? It smells divine."
Brian chuckled and shook his head, "Not quite..."
The pair made their way through the lounge, walking right past the Red Special and the amplifier.
"Uh, Bri?" Freddie asked as he glanced over his shoulder at where they were supposed to be going.
Finally, after taking several more steps, Brian stopped and stood in front of their true destination: The closed door to the guest bathroom. The lovely fragrance, the sounds of running water, and quiet chattering from Roger and John all came from inside.
Brian slowly pushed the door open to reveal a scene right out of a romance novel, and Freddie gasped in surprise. Dozens of rose-scented tea lights were scattered along the floor as the only source of light, a long serving platter sat on a stand with a big bottle of sparking water, cocktail glasses, a plate of finger sandwiches and various chocolates sitting on top, and a long maroon rug leading from the entrance of the bathroom all the way to the large tub. But the real stars of the show were Roger and John: John lounged in the tub with his arms stretched out along the sides, and Roger sat on the edge in nothing but a (deliciously short) robe.
"O... Oh my..." Freddie struggled to find words as he took in every detail, "You..." he glanced up at Brian, then at Roger and John, "Did you all do this for me?"
"Yeah!" Roger replied with a wide smile, shutting off the water to the tub.
"We don't always need to go out to have a date," John chimed in.
"Yeah," Brian stepped to the side to let Freddie walk in first, "We can still have a nice time at home."
Freddie carefully made his way through the bathroom with Brian following close behind, the both of them tip-toeing along the rug as to not disturb the candles surrounding them. The bathwater looked so warm and inviting, and on a closer observation, he noticed small yellow daffodil petals floating on the surface. He couldn't wait to take a dip in and relax.
"This is really wonderful," Freddie praised as he started to take off his jewelry, "Although I still feel terrible about cancelling. I'm sure Rog told you why..."
Roger stood up to assist Freddie with removing his clothes and smiled gently at him, "Don't feel bad. You're always worried about us, but you need to take care of yourself too. We want to make you feel special tonight."
Brian stripped off his top and tossed it into the laundry basket nearby, "We want to help you feel as comfortable as possible in your own skin."
Once Brian and Freddie had completely shed their clothes, Brian and Roger helped Freddie step into the tub, and John scooted over a little to make more room for him. Freddie still felt a little self-conscious, but he reminded himself that he didn't need to feel ashamed.
Brian sat at one end of the tub, and Freddie slowly sank into the warm water, settling himself between Brian's long legs and sighing in relief. The muscles in his back almost instantly loosened, and Brian placed his hands on Freddie's shoulders to massage them.
"Listen, Fred," John began, placing a hand on Freddie's knee, "We all still love you, no matter what you look like."
"Though you are pretty hot~" Roger purred with a wink as he removed his robe and joined his boyfriends at the other end of the tub, "I remember Bri and I practically fighting over you after a gig one night!"
Brian chuckled, "True, but what really matters is your talent, your kindness, your sensitivity... I'm only speaking for myself, but those are only just a few things about you that made me fall in love with you. But of course your looks are an added bonus."
John smiled as he recalled a memory, "I remember when I first auditioned for Queen. I was so scared to approach any of you," he gently squeezed Freddie's knee as he gazed lovingly at him, "But your confidence in me really touched my heart."
Freddie felt his heart swell with joy as he listened to his partners reminisce with such fondness over how they met. He'd heard those stories before, but they resonated with Freddie differently tonight after he'd been feeling so down.
"I..." Freddie felt his eyes watering once again, but with tears of joy this time, "I really love you all. You didn't have to do any of this for me"-- he gestured to all of the decorations in the bathroom -- "but you did anyway. I couldn't have asked for more thoughtful and caring partners."
"Aw, Fred," Roger reached out and wiped away a tear from Freddie's cheek, "It's the least we could do for you. I think we all needed a night to just stay in anyway."
Freddie turned his head slightly to kiss the palm of Roger's hand. "I agree. Oh!" he grinned and placed his own hand on his belly, "She's kicking me again. She must be happy."
"Perhaps it's because she can hear all four of her daddies talking?" Brian suggested.
"Orrr maybe she wants to try one of these lovely finger sandwiches?" Roger asked, leaning back and grabbing a sandwich off of the tray.
"Oh, yes! Let's not let those go to waste!" Freddie said happily.
For the rest of the night, the four men spent their time talking and joking, taking turns washing each other, snacking on finger sandwiches and sipping sparkling water. Freddie's mood had completely turned itself on its head, and just being in the company of his partners was enough to make him feel miles better than before. And even though one day their looks would fade, one thing that would never change was the love they all shared between them.
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