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bnhavibes · 5 years

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STEAMY MAKEOUTS???NOT TOTALLY SMUT BUT STEAMY. UR LIKE MY NEW FAVORITE AUTHOR U SEEM LIKE A GOOD TIME AHAHA ILY

Making Out pt 2!

Bakugou, Todoroki, Izuku x Fem!Reader hc

Warning! KINDA NSFW

tw/ swearing!!! dirty talk, heavy groping(and booty smacking), dry humping 🥵

Bakugou, Katsuki

Being the type of guy Bakugou is, you know he’s gonna get as much of you as he can.

Though he doesn’t really like to show PDA at school beyond holding hands or embracing one another, he occasionally will pop up while you’re about to take a “bathroom break”

(going to the bathroom and just sitting on your phone and messing with your hair/makeup because, well, you ARE the girlfriend of the rebellious ass of the school so you might as well try to be the nicer part)

But somehow, he always knows when to find you.

And pulls you into a nearby janitors closet every time.

You know it’s him just by the grip that he has on you.

how it should hurt by the way it looked, but he was so passionate as grabbed you by your hips and hiked up your skirt; lifting (yanking) your legs off the ground and around his waist

“Oh (Y/N), I’ve missed you a lot today.” He groans as you’re pushed into the door with his body. His lips and tongue meet yours as he snakes his right hand up your body to squeeze your cheeks together; forcing your mouth open as he lapped at your tongue.

Instantly, you salivated.

You loved when he was like this.

During these closet visits, it’s clear that he must have had something crazy happen in class where somebody said some “u t t e r bullSHIT” about team work or gotten pissed off at his internship the day before.

“Uhnmm, ‘Suki~,” you moan in his ear, his mouth marking your now exposed collar bone and neck. “I’ve missed you more.”

did you— did you just... ch— challenge him?

WHAP! The sound of his hand was louder than the hit, but oh did that do something to you.

“S-So lewd, S-Suki.”

“Yeah?” He says more than he asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he returns his hands to your ass and rubs the hardening length under his pants against your aching core

You know you shouldn’t have challenged him. The smell of your arousal was filling the tony space, and he moaned at the familiarity.

“You think that I’m lewd, princess?” He growls, “That— That ffucking smell, that’s what’s lewd.” He groans as he continues to grind his pelvis into your hips.

His whole frame was shadowing you, and you couldn’t help but moan at the naughty idea of him taking you like this later tonight.

But right now, you knew the deal; No sex at school.

But..... you can makeout right ?

“God, I wish I could fuck you, right here, right now.”

‘Ahhh, so somebody was butthurt at training?’ You think to yourself.

That meant only complete submission would get him to actually do something.

And God, did you need him to actually do something. (and you knew just how to get what you wanted)

“But, Daddy, our ruuuuleess.”

“Motherfuck— Gah!” He growls,

There’s only one word that can kick Bakugou into ‘fuck them kids’ mode.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare—“

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Can’t handle a challenge like this at school?”

You’re such a minx.

“You’re gonna fucking regret those words, Princess.” He said through gritted teeth, that shit eating, wild, and downright sexy fucking pull of his lips ignited a fire in your stomach.

You were in for it now.

Todoroki, Shouto.

This guy wasn’t as bad with PDA as Bakugou

He was focused on his studies, sure!

But that didn’t mean he had to protest every time you curled up into his lap in homeroom or during those gruesomely boring days where the tests were too easy for both of you.

He loved the way your hair smelled, even as your head was nuzzled into his lap.

He especially loved when just the two of you would sit under a tree on the school grounds, you straddling his lap as his back pressed into the tree

You’d sit there, reading a book to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, just at the crook of his neck.

He couldn’t resist touching the soft skin under your school uniform.

Your thighs???? His delicacy.

Your hips???? So squishy.

Your breasts??— wait

“Sh-Shouto.” You say breathlessly, his aimless wandering unintentionally causing a stir in your stomach.

His mismatched eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“Oh, I— I’m sorry, love, I guess I spaced out a bit there.”

“Mm.” You nod, waiting for him to realize where he was caressing.

He had traced circles on your lower back, but the warmth of your skin started dropping as his hands wandered up and around your body

The pregnant pause gave him anxiety, so he immediately looked for signs of what went wrong.

His face flushed immensely at the sight of your top unbuttoned enough for his hands to slip through, resting one at the back of your neck as the other was cupping your breast underneath a bralette you wore

“I— I didn’t mean to. Please forgive m—mmph.” His moan in your kiss, the way his breath hitched as your tongue met his, all factored into the heat pooling between your legs

He inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as your hands snake around his neck, deepening the kiss as you lift your hips up, only to scootch themback down(catching his hardening member between your folds on the way)

His trembling exhale only encouraged you further as you kissed his jawline

down his neck

until you found his perfect little weak spot

“(Y-Y/N).” He squeaks out, his cheeks flushed so red you’d think he would have activated his quirk.

“Hmm?” You hum, fluttering your long eyelashes up at him.

“We’re outside.” He warns, looking around at the empty yards

(it was lunch time and too windy for most students to enjoy the outdoors, but you two reveled in isolation.)

“Nobody’ll notice.” You say innocently, hands ready at his belt, teasingly dipping a finger in and out of his waistline

A beat passed before a playful smile grew on his face.

“I have to leave early to see my mom today.”

“I can fake a cold from the weather, and meet you at the dorms in 10.” And with a passionate peck, you were off

Midoriya, Izuku

On the surface, your boyfriend Deku seemed like a pretty innocent enough guy

key words being: “on the surface”

deep down, he was a raging pervert

and you relished in it

Usually.

Caught him (purposefully) jacking off in his dorm? You jumped him.

Walk in when he’s having a wet dream? He’d fuck your face when he’d wake up.

and gooodddd was he so needy when he was horny.

“Baby, cmon it’s just a game! I thought you’d wanna do the challenge for your american friends.”

“A pocky challenge?” You giggle as you walk away with him, his arms tightly wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into his body.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, the box of pocky digging into your hip as his arms squeezed you. “Please, (Y/N), it’ll be fun, I-I promise.”

You huff in response, stopping to remove his hands gently and face him.

“Fine. But later, kay?”

The gleam in his eye was bright, but something else was hidden behind it. You wouldn’t know until now, what exactly clouded his mind as he heard you agree to this challenge.

You were filming (on your bed) for your video to show your friends, your recorded content never to see the light of day , when Izuku had removed his shirt.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” You giggle, but you’re blushing, looking at the viewfinder in confusion and embarrassment.

“It’s hot in here,” He blatantly lies, the grin on his face anything but sweet. You were wearing a camisole style crop top, and a black pair of soffe shorts, a preferred lounging outfit you changed into after school during the warmer days.

“U-Uhh, okay. So, he-here’s the pocky. I got cookies n cream flavor! So u-uh, D-Deku?” You say, going along with his obvious plan.

He was already in your face, his body hot from the state he was in. Apparently being a teenage boy meant times where he was just so horny he had to have you as much as he could.

“Let’s get started.” He grabbed you by the face, a bit roughly, but here you were, mouth agape too far for pocky, salivating from the way he pulled your bodies together by your head.

He had already ate half the pocky by the time it hit your tongue, and he moaned once his own met your lips.

Your pursed your lips quickly, knowing he would take advantage of your well-coated tongue if you let him.

His brows furrowed at your aversion, his hands dropping to your hips, harshly pulling them into his pelvis. Your legs twitched as you felt something throbbing, and hard, grind against your clothed center.

You gasped as you chewed the sweet snack, breath hitching as his tongue retreated with a groan of determination as you opened your eyes and met Izuku’s emerald irises; glossed over with lust.

It was — enticing.

Heat creeped up your cheeks as he bore into your soul, a small smirk beginning to grow as your mouths inched closer together.

You weren’t going to chicken out, however.

Not when he would try to dominate you like this.

Your own smirk grew as you finished the last bite, quickly turning towards the camera, and pushing his body back onto the bed. You sat on your knees, leaning forward to end the recording:

“Looks like it was a draw. Neither of us pulled back before the pocky was done!” You beamed, but in the view finder you see Izuku; His pants pulled to his knees, and hand palming himself over his boxers as he stared at your ass bent over in front of him.

You bit your lip as you watched him, the silence and lack of movement alerting Izuku of your gaze, meeting it through the viewfinder as he licked his lips.

Quickly you turned around, grasping his face with one hand as you pulled him into a sloppy, yet passionate kiss

He moaned beneath you, one hand gripping your ass as he guided your pussy along the length of his boxers

“Ohh~ Doll, I-I’m... mmph—“ You kissed him again, you knew he would be quick the first time so, might as well help him out huh?

You rocked your hips against his body, sandwiching his girth between your folds.

“I know, baby,” You cooed, saliva stringing between your lips and his.

You pressed your lips against his harshly, picking up the speed of your hips, his desperate pants proving his near orgasm.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby, h-humping my cock, I—I’m so spoiled to have such a nnn-aughty girl like you.” He moans, his jaw slacking as he bucks his hips up into you.

You moan at his dirty words, ‘There you are, Izuku.’ You think to yourself. You secretly loved his lewd and perverted side, it made you feel special to be the only person getting this rise out of him.

Midoriya’s teeth sinking into your semi-exposed chest pulled you from your thoughts as his member pulsated, the hot liquid in his boxers seeping past his layer of protection and mixing with your own arousal-leaking core.

“Uuhhmmph— Baby~” He moans on your skin as his orgasm settles.

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started. Okay, doll?” He smiles

GOD BLESS ITS HOT IN HERE!!!! who was your fave??? lmk in the comments & dont forgot to send in your requests 🥰

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Moment with little queen; Queen x child reader

*Author’s note*

After the AMAZING success of “baby queen’s first word and steps” I’ve been putting a LOT of work and effort into this little head cannon (first time doing one) plus combined oneshot just to show you all what I’ve had in mind. Just so that I could save some time trying to write a oneshot for every single member of Queen when I’m trying to get through not only requests but my two current running series “Rock angel” and “Mother dragon” so I decided to do this till I can get up a real oneshot with the reader starting to date (as some of you have suggested I do).

Okay so not really much warning EXCEPT for Roger’s that deals with some serious stuff cause of the SOB P**l P**nter so just expect some serious stuff to go on in that. But other than that FLUFF ALL THE WAY FOR ALL 4 HC AND ONESHOTS.

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@psychosupernatural

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@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@coolcxt

@queendeakyy

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John Deacon:

· As you know our Deacy is the peacemaker of the three Queens.

· But also the sassiest little shit ever (cause c’mon let’s be honest).

· But when it comes to our little baby Queen, he’s a pile of mush and will do anything she asks.

· Even after becoming a father up to this point with two boys, he can’t help but dote on his little niece.

· He’s always there to help her out, especially when the three other men are arguing or too busy.

· He’s her advice giver, her comforter, and is always offering his shoulder or chest to cry on when she gets scared or feels lonely.

· Next to Roger, Deacy is practically the KING of playfully teasing her. Whether mixing up her words, or threatening her with the appearance of a certain ‘monster’ coming to get her.

· More or less you could say he’s a protective doggie around her. Soft and cuddly around her but mess with her, watch out! He’ll lash out in the best verbal way he is known for to cut you down to size if you threaten or mess with his beloved baby girl.

· Nicknames for her: Love, bumblebee (when she’s really sad or frightened), dearie, bear cub (for their games), sweetheart.

*Jan. 17th, 1978*

John was by himself in the corner trying to perfect this one song he had planned for the upcoming album “News of the world”. He wanted to make this song superb to what he envisioned and something that the lads could get on board on, but of course even if they didn’t he had a secret weapon to help convince them. A weapon that was actually taking her afternoon nap in the other room of the studio on the couch.

Wanting to see if she was still asleep (because cheeky little thing sometimes wakes up in the middle of her nap), he decided to go in and do it himself since the other three were too busy with the current song they were trying to find the right levels too. He walked into the other room hoping to see the little five year old napping peacefully.

But instead the first thing he heard were her whimpers of distress and fear and he saw her thrash her head from side to side. Deacy raced in and knelt down by the couch and said to her.

“(Y/n), (y/n) wake up.” The five year old shot up panting frantically as she looked around in fear. “It’s okay, it’s okay it’s me. It’s just me.”

“Uncle Deacy?”

“That’s right love. Are you alright?”

“What was it? Why am I so scared?”

“Sweetheart, I think you just had your first nightmare.”

“What’s a nightmare?” she asked innocently. Her eyes still brimming with tears.

“Well, a nightmare is another word for a bad or scary dream.” Deacy explained as he sat down beside her and wiped the tearstains from her cheeks. She cuddled into her uncle’s side and whimpered.

“It was scary uncle Deacy.”

“I know bumblebee, I know.” He cooed as he brought her onto his lap and allowed her head to rest over his heart, hoping that the sound of his heartbeat would calm her down. Just like he does with his two boys. “But it’s over now. I’m here, I’m right here my little bumblebee. You’re safe and nothing can hurt you now.”

“You promise?” she whimpered.

“I swear it. Here give me your hand.” He extended his hand out with his palm facing upward and she immediately placed her hand in his. He adjusted her so that he could now replace her head with her index finger and he made an X shape as he vowed, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“But I don’t want you to die!” She exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t die for a long, long time love.” He said as he stroked her father inherited long black hair. Deacy brought her back close to his chest as he now began to rock her softly from side to side as he leaned up against the couch. “Do you want to tell me what your dream was about?”

“It was dark—and—and scary. A monster he…..he was taking daddy away from me.”

“Aww love~”

“It was awful uncle Deacy. I ran and ran but no matter how fast I ran they were too far away.”

“It’s okay love. It was just a dream. Your daddy’s fine, he’s just in the next room working as usually with uncle Brian and papa Roger. Wanna see?” she sniffled and nodded.

Deacy then picked her up and held her close to his chest as her arms wrapped around his neck and the two of them went over to the door and peeked through the window, and when (y/n) saw what her uncle said was true, she began to relax.

“See?” she nodded. “You want to try and go back to sleep?”

“But what if the monster comes back and tries to take him away from me again?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to your dad. He’s well protected by the three of us, including your mum. Okay?” she nodded softly and whispered.

“Okay.” Deacy then brought her back to the couch and tucked her in and said.

“Besides, I think I’d be more concerned about yourself.”

“Why?”

“Well—you didn’t hear that?”

“Here what?” she asked inquired as she sat up and looked around.

“Something just appeared under the couch.” He crouched down to look under the couch, “It—uh-oh it’s your favorite monster.” Deacy teased as he now slowly rose up with his hands up as he wriggled his fingers and grinned devilishly at his niece.

She shrieked and instantly dove right under the covers. Deacy chuckled deviously and said.

“Aww where’s my little dearie? I heard she was sad so I came along to cheer her up. Hmm, where could she be?” He began poking and prodding around the blanket which made her squirm and giggle. “What’s this? Why’s this blanket giggling? What a weird blanket. I’ve never seen anything like it, what happens if I do this?” he wriggled his fingers into her side. “Oh-hohoho. This blanket seems to be ticklish, hmm?”

(Y/n) couldn’t contain her laughter as her uncle kept teasing her with the infamous tickle monster. She was laughing and fidgeting so much that by the time she realized that she had now exposed her feet out of the blanket, it was too late.

“Ohh what have we here? Cute tiny fairy feet?”

“No!” she laughed out as she tried to pull her feet back in but Deacy had a strong but gentle grip on them.

“It talks! I wonder…..” soon the blanket was removed exposing (y/n)’s head and when she was revealed, Deacy gasped and said, “There’s my favorite bear cub. I thought I recognized these feet. Tell me do you think you can help a little mouse find his house?”

“Nohohoho!” she laughed out trying to break free.

“No? Why my baby bear cub why must you be so rude? All he wants is to find his home so he can be safe and warm. Well if you won’t I will.” He then began to lightly tickle around her feet as he recited a little ‘tickle rhyme’ as he and Roger liked to call them. “There was a little mouse, looking for his house; Not here,”

“Uncle Deacy! Plehehehease!” He then moved to her exposed neck and began tickling around there making her tense up giggling as he continued, “Not here,” he then suddenly threw the blanket aside exposing her entire body as he now went for the kill and began tickling her most ticklish spot, her tummy. “But here, here, here!”

“Nohohohoh! Not thhehehere!” Deacy kept tickling her for a couple more seconds before finally ceasing his attack. She was in post giggles as Deacy just grinned down chuckling at her.

“You okay there love?”

“I’m fine, thanks uncle Deacy.”

“Anytime love. I figure there’ll be no more nightmares from now on.” He took back the blanket and tucked it back around her and settled her down back against the couch and lay her head on the pillow. “No more nightmares?”

“No more nightmares.” She said determinedly.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good because who know whose gonna come back if you break that promise.” He teasingly threatened as he wriggled his right fingers in a tickle fashion making her shriek and him laugh. “Alright, time to go back to sleep. Your dad will come check on you in an hour, okay?” she nodded and he kissed her forehead but before he could stand up she said.

“Uncle Deacy?”

“What is it love?”

“Will you—will you sing me a lullaby?” he softly groaned and said.

“Oh love, you know I would if I could but, you know I can’t sing.”

“Please? Pleeease?” she extended the E cutely as she looked up at him with the famed puppy dog eyes.

“Ahh don’t make that face. Who even taught you how to pout like that? Your mum?” she nodded and he muttered, “I knew it.”

“Pwease uncle Deacy?” he sighed heavily and said as he leaned his forehead against hers making his nose touch hers.

“One of these days that face won’t work on me. But today is not that day.” She quietly cheered happily as Deacy sat himself down once again but this time she lifted herself up and rested her head in his lap as he stroked through her hair, “This is a new one I’ve been working on for the album actually. It’s not finished but I hope you like it.”

He then softly began to sing his new song that he has called ‘Spread your wings’. It was a nice ballad like song that soon sent (y/n) back off into dreamland. When he finished singing what he had, he looked down to see his niece sound asleep.

He softly smiled and very carefully put her back on the bed and brushed away the black strands of hair away from her face. “Goodnight my little bumblebee, dream sweet dreams.” He kissed her forehead and quietly left the room allowing her to continue her nap.

And dream sweet dreams

Brian May:

· If you want a teacher, look no further.

· Brian May to our beloved little Queen is the best teacher she could ever ask for.

· He’s always teaching her about the stars in the sky.

· But of course to a child using all those big words she either doesn’t get it or understand so little headaches come with Brian as a teacher.

· Like Deacy, Brian’s calm demeanor is like a warm blanket surrounding her.

· He’s always the first one she goes to whenever it comes to singing a lullaby to her unless he’s busy but nine times out of ten she’s preferred Brian’s voice) because of the gentleness and warmness of it. (can’t explain it any further but you get the picture.)

· Whenever she feels lonely or homesick, he’s always the first one to notice a change in her aura.

· He’ll just hold her and have her talk about what’s bothering her in her own way in her own time.

· Nicknames: Star (anything having to do with the word star like my bright star or my shining star, etc.), darling, sweetie, my bright aurora (like the aurora borealis), love, poppet.

*Nov. 25th, 1981. Montreal, Canada*

It was after a very successful concert in Montreal. It was also a relief because now it meant that the ‘filming concerts’ were finally over. It sometimes would affect the boys’ performance or it just made some of the audience members uncomfortable as they now had deal with a camera hanging over them or turning towards them and they felt like they’d rather watch the camera than the band.

But thankfully it was finally over and done with and now the guys could focus back onto just performing before the audience. Everyone was backstage doing a successful after show party in celebration of that (mostly because of the success of the future film hits it would make).

Since things were starting to get a little hectic in the building, Brian decided to step out just for some fresh air when he noticed a small figure sitting against the building. Through the lamplights near and above the stadium, he could see that leaning up against the building was his niece.

“(Y/n)?” she looked up and said.

“Oh hey uncle Brian. The show was awesome, you all were wonderful.”

“Thanks darling, but why are you out here alone?”

“Just needed to clear my head is all.” He was skeptical at first but he said.

“Alright, would you mind some company?” she shook her head no and gestured for her uncle to take a seat beside her. “So you really enjoyed the concert?” she nodded with a soft smile. “What was your favorite performance?”

“Why must you make me choose?” she whined out.

“Because we want to see what our little Queen has enjoyed the most about each performance. As long as you don’t say ‘I’m in love with my car’ then we’re good.” They both laughed at Brian’s teasing comment and (y/n) finally answered.

“Well, I think this rendition of ‘Somebody to love’ will forever be my favorite from now on.” Brian nodded in agreement. “Then again it’s always been my favorite Queen song.”

“And there’s no shame in that. Your father definitely came through with that song. Even if most record charts don’t say it’s in our top ranking, the only opinion that matters is yours.” He gently ruffled her head making her giggle softly.

The two of them looked back up at the sky and could see the faint glimmer of the stars, but due to all these streetlights, they couldn’t see them all.

“You wanna head for that park just down the road from here?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” They stood up and Brian managed to get one of the drivers that drove them all to the concert hall and asked him to take them over to the park for some quiet time together at the park.

When they arrived, immediately (y/n) took off running for the first thing that caught her attention in the park; the swings.

Out of anything in all playgrounds or parks if there was a swing, you bet you will see 8 year old (y/n) Austin-Mercury right on the swing.

“Uncle Brian can you push me on the swing?”

“I would be honored your royal majesty.” Brian teased with a mock bow with his hand over his chest. She playfully rolled her eyes at her uncle’s antics but soon felt him gently push her on the swing. As this continued on for a little while longer, (y/n) soon spoke up.

“Uncle Brian?”

“Hmm?”

“Do—do you miss home?” Brian gripped the rails of the swing and slowly stopped it before coming around to kneel before his niece.

“Sometimes, do you?”

“A little. Mostly I just miss mum. I wish she could come to every show like she used to. But now she doesn’t anymore because her and dad split up, I—”

“Oh love,” he gently wiped away a tear that had slipped out of the young girl’s eye. “Being on the road is hard at times. Trust me, when our first tour in Japan began, I was homesick to the max. I knew I wanted to keep going for the band’s sake but I couldn’t help but miss my own home. It’s natural for you to feel that way coming on the road with us.”

“I didn’t want to tell dad because I thought he’d get mad. Prenter said that’ll happen if I try to go back home.”

“First of all; never listen to that twat. He doesn’t know anything. He’s not as smart as you are.” He said as he gently bopped her nose which made a smile come across her face, “Second; you don’t always have to come if you don’t feel like it. We’ll understand if you would just rather watch us on the telly. God knows that’s been happening a lot lately, especially with this tour. If you ever feel like you want to stay at home with your mum, that’s fine. We’ll call every night when we can.”

She nodded but still looked a bit sad as she now stared down at her hands which now sat in her lap. Brian looked up at the stars then back down to his niece and said.

“Come with me (y/n). I want to show you something.” He picked her up from the swing and the two of them walked up a nearby hill underneath a tree that gave the best clearing for stargazing.

Brian set himself down before guiding (y/n) to sit between his legs and he wrapped his arms around her.

“You remember all those lessons I taught you about the stars and everything regarding the universe.”

“Oh no this isn’t one of those long lectures again is it?” Brian playfully scowled at her and said.

“No not this time yah little ankle bitter.” He lightly pinched her cheek before continuing, “What I’m going to tell you is that no matter where one is in the world, whether here on earth on this side of the Atlantic or the next, or even into the depth of outer space, the stars never change. Everyone looks up at the same sky, the same stars. Some even believe that the stars are there to help guide lost souls back home.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Do you believe that theory?”

“I’d like to think that’s one of the many theories we have stars. So you see (y/n), even though we are far from those that we love for a time, so long as we look up to the stars, we find ourselves home again. For our loved ones look up at that same sky, no matter what.” (Y/n) and Brian kept their focus on the sky and saw each star twinkle and shine in the pitch black sky.

“Oh darling look!” Brian exclaimed as he pointed outward and to their surprise they saw a shooting star.

“A shooting star!”

“Hurry and make a wish love.” She closed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest in an X formation as her two fingers crossed. “So what did you wish for?”

“Uncle Brian, you know that if I tell it, it won’t come true.”

“Right of course, silly me.” He teased. Brian then leaned his forehead against (y/n)’s and softly whispered, “I love you my shining star.”

“Love you too Uncle Brian. Will you—sing your song 39 for me?”

“Hadn’t done that song in a while, but for you anytime.” She then lay her head across her uncle’s lap and as he stroked through her hair, he teased, “First time doing this acapella really. But I hope you enjoy it either way poppet.” He then began humming the first few bars before finally beginning to sing.

If (y/n) was honest, out of her four family members, she always favored her uncle Brian’s voice. Sure her father’s voice could go into ranges most people can’t hit because of his additional incisors, and her godfather definitely had that voice that can either break glass or send shivers as he would give it that growl affect but also sound so soft.

It was Brian’s voice that was that feel-good feeling of the high-low range. It almost sounded angelic whenever he sung alone. It just made her feel so good inside and she could just listen to her uncle sing forever if she could. As the song was drawing to a close, (y/n) had managed to fall asleep.

When Brian took notice of his now sleeping niece, he couldn’t help but smile softly and lightly kiss her nose and he whispered.

“Goodnight my little stardust, sail through the cosmos in your dreams my darling.”

Roger Taylor:

· Okay let’s be real here.

· As said before from day one Roger has absolutely gone GAGA OVER THIS LITTLE GIRL.

· Spoils her to no END.

· NO BOUNDARIES

· NO RULES

· JUST FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN!

· Well of course he had to set some rules with her, otherwise she’d walk all over him, but I’m not lying when I say he spoils her.

· Even when he ever has a girl on his either arm, if his goddaughter needs him, he’s off like a shot even if it’s just for a glass of water.

· Like Deacy, he’s also the KING of endless teasing and playing around with her, especially when it comes to their favorite game “Lions on the Savannah”.

· Cause ever since he bought her that stuffed lion at 1 year old, lions have always been her favorite animal. So much so that she even named her stuffed lion after her godfather.

· And for warning, you ever hurt, harm or even give this baby girl the wrong look, you’ll be facing the wrath of a true Leo. Deacy is the verbal attack, Roger won’t hesitate to get physical and he don’t mind going to prison for it. NEVER. MESS. WITH. THIS. LEO’S. GODCHILD.

· Nicknames: Lovie, lovely, lion cub, dearie, my true beauty.

*May 1st, 1983*

It was a lovely spring day in London. Queen was currently on break from touring and just spending quality time at home with their families after being away for 7 months. In the backyard at Garden Lodge, something was moving through the tall grass of the garden, a stuffed lion was sitting there in the open fields of the backyard.

Silently stalking through the grass was 10 year old (y/n). She was down on all fours as she crept up towards her stuffed lion. She waited patiently as she stalked a little closer and waited once more before finally roaring out and tackled her lion, roaring like a lion that just caught its prey.

“Well, well it would appear her majesty has taken on the rival threat and single handedly won to protect my kingdom.” At hearing that voice she immediately shot up and turned around to see her beloved godfather on the ground just a few feet away from her.

“Papa!” she raced up towards him and tackled him down to the grass. The two of them laughing and rolling around in the dirt.

“Oh my lion cub you’re getting so big. Please stop growing.”

“Never!”

“Not even if your king commands it.” He proclaimed with a wave of his hand like a king making a proclamation.

“Especially that.”

“Ohh little rebel are you, does that make you my rival then? Have you turned rouge you cheeky little thing?”

“Maybe, you never know when I can strike out.” She mocked as she got into a pouncing position on all fours.

“I wouldn’t go bragging about it though love, you never know when you’ll be punished by your treachery!” Suddenly he lunged at her and took her in his arms as he gave her a playful noogie making her cry out as she tried to get out of her godfather’s arms.

“Hey no! No! Gah grr!” once she got out of his strong grip she pounced on him. “Come here!” Roger quickly got up and began racing around the garden as he laughed with his goddaughter chasing after him. When she finally caught him by jumping onto his back, Roger slowly tumbled down onto his knees.

The two rolling around once more laughing as (y/n) had her godfather pinned. She lay across his back, having her arms crossed over his shoulders as she said.

“Papa Roger,”

“Hmm?”

“We’re pals right?” He smiled and said.

“Right.”

“And we’ll always be together, right?” He got up which caused (y/n) to slide off his back and he picked her up to sit her between his legs as he said.

“Right till the end lovie. No matter what you’ll always be my true beauty.” He placed his forehead against her temple, allowing his nose to press against her cheek as he nuzzled her lovingly, like a lion does with his cub.

“I would’ve thought by now she’d outgrow these childish games? When will you both act like actual human beings for once.” An Irish tone spoke up. (Y/n) looked up while Roger glared hatefully at the man that now stood before them.

Paul Prenter.

“Your father wishes to see you (y/n). I suggest you love your actual father and not someone who isn’t even related by blood.” She narrowed her eyes and clung onto Roger while Roger now spoke up.

“Do you mind pissing off Prenter? By law I am required to love her as I am her godfather.”

“An irresponsible, sex-addict like you taking care of a child? The day that happens is the day that I find myself dead on the ground.” With all his might he wanted to beat the shit out of Paul.

“You can’t talk to him like that!” snapped (y/n).

“Never talk back to your elders lassie. Now clean yourself up you’re absolutely filthy like a dirty mutt.”

“Talk to her that way again and I’ll throw you over the bloody house!” Roger snarled. As Paul glared at the two and walked away, Roger suddenly got an idea. “Lovie, how well is your stalking?”

“I’m as quiet as a mouse. Roger 2 never suspects a thing. Why?” Roger smirked mischievously as he whispered.

“I think I’ve found you some live prey to practice on.” He turned back to Paul and called out, “Oi Prenter?”

“What now?”

“You know; if you want to impress Fred he always loves it when he’s given roses.” This got Paul intrigued.

“Really?”

“Oh yes, he especially likes the red ones. They’re just over there.” Paul then went over to the roses and knelt down to try and find the best and beautiful roses to give to Freddie. “Okay my little lioness, get ready.”

Already getting at what her godfather was wanting her to do, she got into position. She got down on all fours into her pounce position. “Stay low to the ground.” Roger whispered as he placed his hand on her lower back telling her to not have her butt sticking in the air.

“Yeah okay stay low to the ground, right got it.”

“Shh, not a sound.” He whispered deviously.

As Paul continued to browse through the rose bushes he was completely oblivious to what was going on behind him.

Suddenly he felt a force pounce on him and a roar from behind making him scream out and he fell face first into the rose bushes. Roger was in complete hysterics as tears filled his eyes and his sides began to hurt.

(Y/n) let out a victorious roar as she got off of Paul trotting smugly back towards Roger.

“That was better than I could imagine!” he laughed. He held his hand out for a high-five to which she gave it to him and he hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

“Did I do good?”

“Oh lovie you were amazing. A true lioness of the savannah. C’mon champ, let’s get you a victory ice cream.” He picked her up bridal style and took her back inside for her just reward.

It was a few days after that day in the garden, and right now (y/n) was continuing her piano lessons since she promised her dad that she’d practice before her big recital coming up in a few weeks. Using the techniques that both her father and uncle Brian had taught her, she lost herself into the music and let the piece take her away so that the piece had more meaning and emotion behind her playing.

But her concentration was broken when the door was forced open. She stopped playing and her heart began racing. She didn’t hear any voice and she was afraid it was a thief coming to rob them, so she did the best thing she could.

She raced outside next door to her mum’s place. She banged on the door but there was no answer. It wasn’t until she realized that her mum was at work right now and wouldn’t be back till later this evening.

She suddenly felt a hand grip her hair and when she looked up to see who it was, she was now looking into the piercing red eyes of Paul Prenter. His face covered with band-aids still trying to heal all the rose thorns that went into his face that day.

“You think this is all fun and games? You’re an insane, mental case. And if you don’t come quietly to be put away forever, then you can have your father as well as the rest of your ‘family’ kiss their Rockstar dreams goodbye.”

“Let go of me!”

“Think you’re so tough now? Well you aren’t without your godfather to back you up. You’re weak, pathetic.” He threw her down to the ground with such force that she heard a crack in her wrist as she had landed on it. She let out a cry of pain as she cradled it in her other hand.

(Y/n) crawled towards her father’s garden and Prenter merely followed behind her with a smug look on his face.

“They never really loved you, yah know. Especially Roger. He’s just using you. Like he does with all his girls. He’s pampering you lass, till you’re old enough to shag and then he’ll leave you hot and dry. Just like all the others.”

“Shut up you faggot!” She roared out.

“It’s true. He’s not what you think he is. Once a womanizer, always a womanizer.” She then let out as best as she could just to drone him out, her best and fiercest lion roar. “You think you’re a lion? Then prepared to get treated like one.” Prenter now stood over her ready to treat her like how some humans treat lions in the circus or zoos.

But before he could even touch her, a sucker punch was thrown across his face. The collar of his shirt was gripped and he was forced to look up and glaring down at him was a furious and beyond pissed, Roger Taylor.

A fist was raised in the air before he sent a punch across each cheek before forcing him backwards to uppercut him in the gut. He then sent a Spartan kick against his chest sending Prenter down to the ground.

Like a lion attacking a rival predator, Roger proceeded to beat the living shit out of Paul, giving him a few well deserved punches and kicks before finally pinning him down and choking him, his eyes burning with pure hatred while Paul’s shown nothing but absolutely fear.

“Roger….Roger please I wasn’t going to hurt—”

“SILENCE!!” He roared. “I heard what you planned on doing to her Prenter. If you ever come near my goddaughter again, I’ll show you just why I’m a leo. I assure you.”

“Please I’ll—I’ll do anything.”

“Get out!” Roger hissed before standing up, lifting Paul up and threw him aside. Paul coughed trying to regain some air as he just stood there frightenedly. Then Roger did something that was absolutely primal, he actually roared at Paul like the true Leo that he was which caused Prenter to tuck tail and run as fast as he could away from Freddie and Mary’s property.

With Prenter finally gone, his angry demeanor ceased as he now turned to his goddaughter who was on the ground cradling her hand in pain, trembling in fear. He slowly walked up to her and knelt down beside her. Very gently he brushed the hair away from her face and when she looked to see her godfather now hovering over her, she tried to sit up but by putting pressure on her right hand, she cried out in pain.

“Shhh, shh. Let me see it lovie.” She sniffled and held out her hand as she felt the gently calloused fingers of her godfather stroke around her wrist. But even the slightest touch caused her to cry out in pain. “I think it’s broken, I’ll take you to the hospital and have it checked out, c’mon dearie”. As he slowly picked her up, the slightest jostle of her wrist caused her to cry out in pain.

Tears began running down her face as she held her right hand trying to dull the pain.

“Shhh I know lovie, I know. It’s okay. It’s okay I’m gonna take care of you. You’ll be alright.” Roger comforted her as he took her to his car and drove off as fast as he could to the hospital.

Unfortunately she had broken her wrist and she was forced to wear a cast for the next 8 weeks which sadly meant she couldn’t do her piano recital and by missing a recital in her school, it meant automatic disbandment so she was kicked out of her piano school.

After hearing what Paul had done, he was immediately fired as Queen’s band assistant and officially kicked out of EMI as well as any other record company again. Of course witnesses who saw part of the story, tried to claim an assault case against Roger but based off the testimony of (y/n) and the evidence against Prenter, no charges were placed against Roger because he reacted in pure self-defense.

(Y/n) was currently in her room looking down at her newly cast arm that was supported by a sling that she needed to use for the next few days. A knock was heard and peeking in was Roger.

“Hey, can I come in?” she nodded and Roger came into her room and shut the door behind him. He slowly walked towards her and asked her, “You doing okay?”

“Yeah just fine.” (y/n) spoke solemnly. Sensing there was something wrong with her, Roger sighed and knelt down in front of her.

“Love I can tell when you’re lying. So c’mon out with it. Is it what Paul said to you? Because you know whatever he said isn’t true, whatever he said about you isn’t—”

“It’s not that papa. It’s not about anything that he said. I know he’s a liar and a cheat. It’s just that……” she trailed off as she looked away from her godfather. Roger waited patiently as he took her uninjured hand in his giving her silent encouragement to tell him, to show her that he was listening. “With my wrist busted like this, and now being kicked out of the school I—I feel like I failed dad. He worked so hard to get me into that school and I wanted him to be proud of me, I wanted all of you to be proud. But I guess I’ve disappointed all of you.”

“Oh love you could never disappoint us.” He gently cupped her chin between his thumb and index finger as he had her turn to look up at him. “That school was always too strict with their rules anyway, you’re better off without them. Your mum and dad can always find you a new school, or you can have private lessons with both your dad and Brian. I personally would go with the latter cause that means I get to spend more time with my best girl.” As he said the last statement, he wrapped his arm around her hugging her.

(Y/n) softly smiled and nuzzled into her godfather’s shoulder and he pressed a kiss on top of her head and said as he looked down at her.

“Now don’t you worry love. Soon you’ll have that cast off of you and you can go back to being the lion queen I know you to be.”

“Thanks papa Roger, I love you.”

“I love you too my little lion cub.” The two cuddled up to each other giving each other lion snuggles as they both liked to call it. “Besides, there’s one good thing that comes with having a cast.”

“What?” Roger stood up and went over to her desk and grabbed a sharpie before returning back and knelt down in front of her.

“Signatures filled with get well notes that you can look down at every day till it comes off. Now give me that arm.” She took it out of the sling and Roger delicately held it in one hand as he wrote something down on her arm, along with his signature. It read;

To my beloved lion cub,

Get better soon for your next hunt. I love you beyond time and space and always will. Never change lovie.

XOXO Roger Taylor aka papa lion.

He even grew to the best of his ability a picture of a lion’s face right next to his nickname she would sometimes call him.

“Can the others sign it as well?”

“Absolutely, c’mon let’s go.” The two of them stood up and headed downstairs and she got signatures from her family including her aunts, some of her dad’s trusted friends like Phoebe and Terry his driver, all filling her arm with good wishes and fast healing.

Freddie Mercury:

· Like all fathers, this man is the KING OF SPOILING HIS DAUGHTER.

· He always takes any chance to dote on his favorite girl (besides Mary of course).

· Ever since the day she first walked and talked, Freddie has tried everything to get his girl to be on her side.

· He tried to be the first one to teach her an instrument or how to sing.

· Whenever he’s home, he’s always the first one to sing her a lullaby or tell her a story.

· Have I mentioned that he really loves to spoil her to no end?

· In case it’s not clear, he does. Both he and Roger even sometimes have competitions to see who gives her the best gift.

· Which of course never works cause she loves them both so much and just can’t choose. AWWW 😊

· Nicknames: Darling, dear, lovely, princess, baby girl, sweetie pie, little kitten, angel.

*Feb. 11th, 1976*

It all began when she was just 3 years old. By watching her father, godfather and uncles ever since she was born, she’s always had an eye and ear out for music. Some pictures have shown that when she was just a few months old, either Roger or Freddie would have her sit in their laps with a toy piano or guitar, or when Roger would actually have her in his lap by his real drumkit with his sticks in her hands.

Even though she wasn’t quite ready to learn just yet, as Mary believed it would be too much pressure on her still developing brain, but it didn’t stop her when she saw her father at the piano-bed and she heard her dad humming what might’ve been a new song.

She quietly walked towards the bed and pulled herself up onto her mum and dad’s bed and crawled up towards him.

“Ahh there’s my little angel, have a good nap?” she nodded and asked him.

“What are you doing daddy?”

“Oh just fumbling about with the old piano bed. Had an idea for a song so I figured it needed to be played so that I could decide whether to keep it or just toss it aside.”

“It’s pretty.” She said.

“Thank you my darling, I think it has potential too.” She scooted herself closer to the piano and couldn’t help but stare at the black keys in front of her. She watched as her father continued playing, his black painted fingernails seeming to blend in with the keys as he played the song once again. As she heard the beautiful music come from the keys, she couldn’t help herself as she reached out and poked one of the lower note keys.

Freddie stopped playing and turned to see his daughter looking at the piano with pure fascination and awe but when she heard her dad stop playing, she looked up at him and he asked her teasingly.

“And just what do you think you’re doing princess?”

“Being like daddy.” Hearing that made Freddie smile proudly.

“Say darling, what would you say to me teaching you what I know?”

“Really?” she asked hopefully, her wide (e/c) eyes glowing with excitement.

“Absolutely. That way I can even rub this in your godfather’s face.” He muttered the last part to himself. “Come here dear.” She came up to her dad and he placed her on his lap. “You ready?”

“Ready daddy!”

“That’s my angel. Okay so first we start with the basic note. Let’s start off with C.” He then played the Middle C note. “Think of this as the heart of all the keys, set right at the middle and you can guide yourself by always finding the C chord. Try it my dear.” She lifted her hand and tried to find the Middle C but already she had forgotten since the keys were all similar. “Right here darling, it’s this key right here.” Her dad pointed out.

She then pressed the C note a couple of times and she smiled.

“Ahh excellent darling, now let’s try a scale up with three notes. We’ll go up the scale like this.” He then played the C, D and E chord. “You remember that movie mummy made us watch. The one that plays the scale song.” She nodded.

“That’s my favorite movie!”

“I know dear, now each key as said in the movie is a note of the scale. What you just did was play Do.”

“A deer, a female deer.” She sung along making Freddie chuckle.

“Exactly, now let’s try Do Re and Mi. Like this. Using your first three fingers to play the keys.” Freddie showed her first and then he allowed her to do it next. As he watched his daughter try to do the notes, he noticed she was struggling in using her tall finger and ring finger together. “Here darling, like this.”

“But it’s hard.” She whined.

“I know darling but you’re doing so good, here try it again.” It took awhile but she finally managed to use all three fingers instead of just one or two. “Oh princess, soon enough the band will replace me with you!” he praised as he picked her up and held her over his head.

As the minutes ticked by, she slowly began to master the basic scales of the piano.

“I did it daddy! I really did it!”

“Oh darling I am so proud of you, you truly are a master pianist. Just like me!” Freddie proclaimed as he embraced and rapidly kissed all over her face making her giggle.

“Does that mean I can play one of your songs now?”

“Ohh not yet princess, it takes years and years of practice before you can be able to play one of our songs.”

“Aww! But I wanna learn now!” she pouted.

“Okay little miss pouty face.” He teased as he began tickling her making her release her pout and squirm in her father’s lap as he laughed evilly at her. After getting rid of her pout, he held his daughter close and said again, “I’ll tell you what, put your hands on top of mine.” Freddie then placed his hands on top of the keys and his baby girl placed her tiny hands on top of his large ones.

He then began to play “In the lap of the Gods revisited”. (Y/n) kept her hands on top of her father’s and slowly slide her fingers till they sat over his as he played the song before starting to sing the song. Having heard the song many times before, (y/n) softly sung along to the words that she could understand, mostly the vocalization part of it.

Hearing her sing and ‘play’ along with him, Freddie couldn’t help but feel utter pride and warmth within him. Never did he imagine himself to be a father just when his music career was finally exploding off the charts since last year when ‘A Night at the Opera’ hit the charts. But he wouldn’t have it any other way as his little girl, the apple of his eye was taking an interest in learning to play from him. Not from her godfather.

“Oi Fred you in here!?” he suddenly stopped playing and hearing that voice (y/n) immediately perked up and raced on out of the room.

“Well it was nice while it lasted.” Muttered Fred as he got off the bed and walked in to see his daughter race up and hug Roger’s legs.

“And just who is this hugging my leg?” Roger teased.

“It’s me papa! (Y/n)!”

“No you can’t be (y/n), my (y/n) is surely not this big just yet.”

“Yes I am!” Roger knelt down and got into her face making her giggle and that’s when Roger picked her up and tossed her in the air and said.

“Okay you are her. Only my lovie can giggle like that. Jesus you’re growing so fast, stop it!” he said as he attacked her cheek with kisses.

“What’s going on guys?”

“Well if you’d answer phone, you’d know already.” Brian said as he saw that Freddie’s phone was once again off the hook.

“Reid wants us in his office to discuss our next tour in a few months, as well as to talk about our next upcoming singles.” Roger spoke as he kept his goddaughter in his arms.

“You’re going away again?” she asked sadly.

“Afraid so love, but it won’t be for another 3 months. You’ll have us until then.” Deacy spoke as he came over and gently ruffled his niece’s head.

“Well I guess I better call Maria.”

“No need, bring her along. She’s a blast to have with in the studio.” Roger said. He turned to her and jostled her lightly so that her legs now hugged his waist instead of his hip, “What do you say lovie?”

“Can I come daddy? Please?” Freddie knew he couldn’t win. Every time she’d use the puppy dog eyes of hers, he always fell for it. They all did.

“Oh why not.”

“Yay!” Both she and Roger cheered as he spun her around.

“And while we’re there, I can finally teach you the drums. Oh you’re gonna be the next best drummer next to me.” At that Freddie couldn’t help but grin and softly chuckle wickedly.

“Why are you smirking?” Deacy asked.

“Hate to disappoint you Roger darling, but she’ll learn the piano first.”

“Please, who did she take her first steps for, hmm? Oh and umm what was her first word again I can’t seem to recall oh that’s right, my name. Hate to break it to yah daddy dearest, but this girl will follow in her godfather’s footsteps, isn’t that right my little lion cub?” At asking her that, Roger teasingly tickled her ribs making her squeak and bury herself into his neck.

“Oh I wouldn’t go saying that Roger. See before you three barged in, my darling princess and I were having a very important lesson. Would you like to show them darling?” Freddie said as he scooped his daughter out of Roger’s arms and into his own. She nodded enthusiastically and he carried her into the bedroom.

The guys stood around the bed as Fred placed her in his lap and he said to her.

“Alright darling, just like we’ve been practicing.” She got her right hand into position one and played the Middle C chord a few times before slowly scaling up, her fingers easily gliding up as they hummed each note of the scale. When she reached the last Do, Brian and Deacy both applauded while Roger stood there in shock.

“Wow love that was incredible!” Praised Deacy.

“Excellent work my shooting star, soon enough we can boot your father out and replace him with you.” Teased Brian.

“As much as I resent that comment, that’s what I told her would happen.” She looked up to her godfather who looked awful mad about something. She cautiously crawled up to him and asked him.

“Are—are you mad with me papa Roger?” he immediately snapped out of his daze and said as he picked her up.

“No lovie I could never be mad at you. Never. That’s impossible for me to even do such a crime. No you played wonderfully. Elton John better watch out. There’s a new prized pianist in London town!” She giggled and hugged her godfather as he said to her, “But I would like to talk to your father really quick about something, kay?” he kissed her forehead and set her down and turned towards Freddie.

With a gleam of murder in his eyes.

“No Roger she’s my daughter and she deserved to know the piano first!” Freddie claimed.

“Just come here for a second Fred.”

“Hell no darling I don’t trust you!” he then raced out with Roger right on his tail. Soon the sounds of broken glass, thumping, cat’s crying and yelling came up.

“Did I do something wrong?” (y/n) asked innocently. Deacy picked her up and said.

“No darling. Your father and godfather just suffer from their own hystericalness. Trying to see who can win your affection more.”

“I do that?”

“Oh darling if only you could remember they day you took your first step and said your first word. Your father destroyed the entire studio trying to get a hold of your godfather.”

“I wish they wouldn’t fight though.”

“They can’t help it love, you’ve got them wrapped around your tiny little finger. That goes for all of us, I might add.” Brian said as he walked up and stroked her hair before lightly bopping her nose at his last statement making her giggle softly.

“Should we at least try to stop them?” asked Deacy.

“I say we just let them work it out. Now then love, did your dad teach you anything else about the piano?” Brian asked as he took her out of Deacy’s arms.

“You play piano too Uncle Brian?”

“Of course. Your father’s not the only one gifted with the keys on piano. And I wouldn’t mind showing you a few shticks I’ve got up my sleeves when it comes to piano playing.”

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astrology au hc: what if they drank a sort of potion that let them touch for like, some mintues? Miserable minutes, but considerable minutes together. What would they do? (GO FULL ON SOFT ON THIS IF YA WANT IM READYYY)

Hey there baby, I’ve decided to make this a fic, because fuck it. It’s too cute for just being a headcanon. Hope you enjoy it.

Just A Touch Of Your Love

“You want me to do a potion for what?” Sharon exclaimed in surprise, staring at Nina as if she was crazy.

Nina sighed. “I’m sorry if it’s unrealistic, I… I wanted it for one of my friends from the Volcanos and her pisces girlfriend,” she explained. Sharon then adopted a thoughtful pose.

“Hmm… I’ve never done a potion for that, actually,” she mumbled, looking at her shelve full of bottles of many colors and shapes. Sharon then turned back to see Nina, with a strange fire in her eyes. “It’d be a good experiment, now that I think of it — but, of course, if anything goes wrong remember that you asked me to try it.”

Nina couldn’t say she was surprised to hear that — Sharon, while she was a wise, powerful witch, also preferred to not take responsibility for what her potions could cause in the case they failed. She’d take it as a failed experiment and keep trying, ignoring her customers’ complaints.

She thought about it for a moment. It was worth the try; anything to help her sister in love.

“We have a deal, then?”

Sharon smiled wickedly, causing a chill to ran down Nina’s back.

—

Scarlet was peacefully brushing her hair under the waterfalls when Yvie came earlier than she always did. A smile graced her lips as she saw her girlfriend wave and sign at her so she’d come closer. Scarlet dived into the waters again and appeared in front of Yvie, quickly sitting on the rocks like she used to.

“Morning kitty,” she greeted with a wide smile. Yvie sat next to her and then Scarlet noticed the bottle hanging from Yvie’s neck. “Whatcha got in there?”

A smile grew on Yvie’s face as she touched the bottle, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she thought of what could happen if what Nina said to her was true.

“You know the sagittarius witch that lives on the other side of the forest?” she began. Scarlet cocked a brow.

“You mean Sharon Needles? The witch whose daughter is part of the Water Signs Council? Of course! What about her?” she wondered, Yvie took the bottle in her hands and showed it to Scarlet.

“Nina went to see her to ask for a potion…” the words got stuck in her throat, unable to believe it was real. “A potion that will make us able to actually touch each other for a short period of time.”

Scarlet opened her eyes in disbelief and shock. “Yvie if this is a joke I swear to Astra—” Yvie cut her off.

“It’s not! I mean, the potion it’s still experimental, but… But it’s worth the try.” Scarlet looked at Yvie and then the potion with half-closed eyes, clearly skeptical.

She wanted to say it wasn’t possible; no witch, despite how powerful they were, had ever tried it. Everyone just accepted their nature and that some love affairs, like theirs, weren’t meant to be. Why should they go against the nature Astra imposed for them?

However, even when she had more reasons to not try it and leave it that way, Scarlet was still a mermaid. And if mermaids were known for something, it was their curiosity. She bit her bottom lip.

Yvie was trying to convince her that it was a good idea and if it didn’t work, they would try again. She was so stubborn about it, that Scarlet ended up taking the bottle from her hands.

“Fine. How does this thing works? Do we have to drink it, or just one of us?” she inquired, staring at the red liquid inside. Yvie took it from her hands again.

“Apparently just me,” she replied, removing the cork. Scarlet wrinkled her nose at the smell.

“And what will do exactly?”

“I think it’ll make me stop radiating heat for Astra knows how long.” she shrugged, not giving it a second thought. Yvie looked at Scarlet, who had a hopeful look in her eyes. “Well, here I go.”

She drank the entire bottle as Nina had specified her. When she was done, she didn’t feel any different, to be honest. Yvie frowned a little, did Sharon scam Nina? She groaned, about to throw the bottle away when she realized she couldn’t feel her hands.

Scarlet asked her many times how was she feeling, since she had a look of fear in her face. Yvie felt numb; it started with her hands, then it spread to her arms, and made its way to her legs. The words got caught in her throat, now thinking that it hadn’t been the smartest idea to blindly trust Sharon.

“Yvie, seriously, you’re scaring me,” Scarlet protested, when inside she was dying to touch her and find out if the potion had worked.

“I…” Yvie choked out, “I think Sharon…” her body didn’t answer for a moment, falling from the rocks and going straight to the lake. Scarlet yelled her name, scared sick for Yvie.

Scarlet jumped into the lake again, instantly reaching for Yvie and trying to pull her to the surface. She didn’t notice in that moment, but nothing changed when Yvie was underwater; no hot water, no bubbles caused by her heat — absolutely nothing.

Scarlet tried to pull her to the rocks with difficulty, she screamed for help, in the hopes that Brooke and A’keria would come. Scarlet was holding Yvie’s body tightly and repeating over and over again what a bad idea it had been, when A’keria arrived to the scene.

“What’s ha— Scarlet! What are you doing?! She’ll burn you!” A’keria exclaimed. Only then Scarlet realized it; Yvie’s body no longer radiated heat.

“She’s… She’s not burning me,” she managed to let out. “I can explain, I swear, but first help me get her on the rocks.” A’keria was about to say something about getting a burn, but Scarlet cut her off. “Please! She won’t burn you, I swear.”

A’keria, still looking at her youngest friend with skepticism, sighed and helped her by pulling her from her legs — finding out Scarlet was right. She looked at the couple in astonishment. She decided to not ask now and left to tell Brooke.

Once they were alone, Yvie started coughing, the numbness fading away. Scarlet reached for her face but Yvie flinched, not wanting to cause her any damage — old habits die hard, they said.

“Are you okay?” Scarlet wondered, placing her hand on Yvie’s knee. She was surprised by how tender her skin was.

“Yeah, I’m—” Yvie interrupted herself when she noticed how Scarlet, for the first time since they met, wasn’t whimpering in pain by attempting to touch her, even when she had a hand on her knee. “You’re… You’re touching me!”

A smile grew on Scarlet’s face. “I am! And your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever touched,” she chirped, now placing her head on her lap.

Butterflies fluttered on Yvie’s stomach just like the first time she saw Scarlet.

Yvie slowly but surely approached her hand to Scarlet’s cheek, and unlike the other times they had tried it, she didn’t flinch or wince in pain. She caressed her cheek with her thumb and she was surprised of how surprisingly warm she was. Yvie smiled, not knowing what to say.

It wasn’t as if they needed words, because Scarlet proceeded to jump out of water and fall over Yvie. Yvie hugged her tightly, not wanting the potion’s effect to end.

Scarlet cupped Yvie’s face with her hands and didn’t hesitate when she, finally, gave Yvie a kiss. Her lips tasted strangely bitter and with a hint of sweet due to the water of the lake.

The action caught Yvie out of guard but she couldn’t say she hadn’t thought about it. She put her hands on Scarlet’s waist, enjoying the moment.

When the kiss broke, they panted for air a little before trying to find a position to cuddle.

“I can’t believe Sharon actually did… Well, this, possible” Scarlet commented with a giggle, resting her head on Yvie’s shoulder. “That witch, we gotta figure a way to thank her, don’t you think?”

Yvie hummed a response, with other things in mind now that she was able to touch Scarlet.

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Ok so, can I has meh a HC of how the boys would react to their female crush having a three legged mutt named Chicken? She just found the dog rummaging through trash in an alley way so she took him in and instantly fell in love. Now Chicken is super protective of her.

I totally went off track but that happens all the time but,,,here u go! Pidges one is rlly short and idk I just couldn’t think of what else to put

[Hunk:]

•have you ever wondered what hunk looks like when he’s crying? happy tears?•ok so basically you guys met at school and he would take u places every once in a while•and after a bit of going to his (I hc him as having 2 mamas) moms café, you said •"hey! you’ve never been to my place! Wanna come over?“•he’s like yeah sure why not•he’s crying because he’s going to his crush’s house•so you’re waiting up or him, jus chilling and he knocks on the door •you open it and your dog is like oh my gosh!!! someone’s here!!!! boof! •let the struggle….ensue•you have to use your knee to hold your dog back so he doesn’t jump all over Hunk•Hunk literally comes in, shuts the door behind him, and just GASPS•and he’s standing there and his excitement is boiling over the top and his lid is about to POP•and you just grin in embarrassment and scratch the back of your head, thinking, wow maybe he’s scared or allergic and I never asked•he goes "hiiiiii!!!” And puts his arms out and your dog runs through your legs and just flops into his arms and he’s literally crying•but,,,Chicken,,, doesn’t know how your relationship is with Hunk•currently Chicken is just excited to see someone new because he’s always been very kind and welcoming to others•so after you explain to Hunk how you found him and such, he immediately fell in love with Chicken and fell in love with you even more•so you guys go on the couch and he goes to put his arm around you while you’re watching a movie•and Hunk just hears growling and he gulps and turns and oh what do u kno•your 3-legged, Pitbull-Rottweiler, 10 month old puppy is baring his huge teeth and growling•ur not close with people like you are with Hunk so yr pretty surprised, and you pat hunks lap and the dog just gleefully goes over and lays across you two•Hunk PISSED himself I kid u not•he excused himself and texted Lance and Pidge•they laughed•when Hunk goes missing, you were at his mothers café, when they broke the news to you and you ended up breaking down into tears and just crying while his mothers comforted you and offered for you to stay with them for a while. Maybe until Hunk came home or when you felt better

[Lance:]

•HA•alright, here’s the thing, your dog is GIGANTIC•despite your puppy being quite young, their growth rate is crazy•you only know one part of your dogs mix unfortunately, but it sure does explain why they’re so large•a giant, 3 pawed Bernese Mountain Dog, mixed with something unknown•the dog at this point is taller than you while on back legs•anyway•you’re taking Chicken for a walk, getting him used to the whole,,, 3 legs thing. •you aren’t dating Lance at the time but you weren’t expecting to see him. a happy surprise.•you let your dog run around the park for a while, doing some homework on a picnic bench•"y/n? is that my favorite person ever!?“ And he runs over and sits beside you•he’s helping you with homework when he feels a light tug at his pant leg•and he’s like,,,haha *wink* you’re so crazy Y/n. In public? hmm I guess•and you’re like ????wat•YOUR DOG TUGS SO HARD LANCE GETS DRAGGED UNDER THE TABLE AND YOURE BOTH SCREAMING•you grab your dogs collar and you’re like omg let go stop it•your dog does and ho boi he is mortified•you also like Lance, so now you think, oh wow. he hates me now •and he says, after some silence and heavy breathing•"man, I love your dog”•he’s a sucker for big dogs and the fact your PUPPY is gigantic and soft and only has 3 paws? just even better•you tell him the story of how you found him, 4 months old, abandoned and eating raw chicken that was no doubt moldy, in a dark and unsanitary alleyway in New York (you were visiting friends)•he fell in love, with the dog and you•ended up asking you on a date while kissing your dogs face and you said YES•when he went missing, you saw it on the news. and immediately grabbed your dog and ran to his house•knocked on the door and one of his siblings answered, very obviously visible that they were just crying. and this is where YOUR, the reader, tears come in•Lance never shut up about you and told his entire family about you and they could easily recognize you because he’s so detailed about your features . Even told them about the dog•they immediately dragged you in and hugged you and you ended up spending a lot of time with them while they also fell in love with u, and Chicken.

[Shiro:]

•totally a dog man•like, he’s had many pets, mostly dogs of course and he loves them•your dog: a labrador-husky mix. bright blue eyes and golden fur. 8 years old•3 legs, a white prosthetic •you found him on the side of the road, he was abandoned at the age of 5•anyway, to begin•Shiro goes up to you in the library after a couple friends finally convince him to•and he’s like, hey, since yr my partner for the project and all, where should we meet?•and you’re like, hm, how about my place?•OKGKKF he nods a bit too excitedly but you exchange numbers and you text him the address •"the doors unlocked so you can just come right in" you text him•he goes aight,,,,, and he walks in and leaves his rained on sneakers at the door•and you’re in the kitchen making some grilled cheese w ham•and your tossin Ham at your dog, who’s jumping up to catch it•he chuckles because your standing there in pajamas and tossing your dog Ham like you’re scoring 3-pointers in basketball•and your dog just stood and books it over to Shiro and when you turn and your dog isn’t there you’re like ???? WHATDH•you look over the island and there’s your dog standing his ground against Shiro and Shiro’s like uh…hehheh•"omg chicken get over here" chicken goes back to normal and prances over to your •"little shit I swear to god"•Shiro’s like, I never thought I’d be scared of a dog before•you smile and go hug him and just hear more growling from over the counter and he’s like ohnyktidjd•you end up going to put the dog in your room because he’s not allowed in the living room and Shiro offers to just watch movies in your room while you guys work on the project•"I don’t wanna have him feel left out cos of me, yknow?“•"yeah you’re right”•you all fell asleep together no lie and if anyone was around they honestly thought it was the cutest thing (shiro drools and has lil light snores and he just looks adorable)•when he went missing, you were heartbroken and didn’t know who his family was because you never got to visit them•you ended up visiting Pidge because you became friends with Matt as well•you hugged Pidge and always took her out to but things and you also helped her sneak into the garrison•when he came back for like,a day, you were in Keith’s shack when they all got there because you wanted to know if he could get in contact with Pidge for you because you were sick from school•Shiro came in and when he woke up you were sitting beside him on the floor, head against his shoulder and your dog was on his thighs

[Keith:]

•American Bulldog puppy mix, that HE actually gave to you•he was setting up posters around the garrison because his neighbors dog was pregnant•you were one of 3 people to approach him, after like a month of it being up•he’s always liked you and he just like, sndjjsjsk, I can give it to you today•and he does, you walk with him to said neighbors and you take home the puppy •this was freshman year so the puppy is 1 year old now•and after you guys became decently close, he asked you to tutor him in Spanish•because compared to him your grades were a bit better and he refused to ask Lance because Lance wouldn’t even say yes?•but he ends up going to your house and knocking because he didn’t get the chance to ask at school, and you just let him in like it’s normal and you don’t even think it’s weird•and he comes in and as soon as he sits down here comes your dog, now 3 legged and slaps into Keith’s face•and he’s like WHAT•one, he forgot you had the dog•two, since when did the dog have 3 legs•turns out, one night the dog escaped and you couldn’t find him for hours•the dog ended up getting hurt and you had no choice but to take him to the vet, where they also had no choice but to remove his log•the dogs name was Wudley, but since the incident you tend to call him Chicken as his nickname•Keith hears about it nd is like, “I’m surprised you kept him, lots of people usually put disabled dogs up for adoption” •"I’d never do that. If it means he has a higher chance of getting put down then that’s just purposely putting him in a slaughter house"•Keith hugs you and his heart swells because you’re so sweet and kind and wow he likes you more than he thought•he hears Wudley growing and nip at his elbow and he just chuckles and plays with him and let’s just say he came over more often to “study Spanish”•by “study Spanish” I mean “play with Wudley for like,,,4 hours straight all the while getting to know you”•when he went missing you knew damn well that this classified info was aliens and ended up living in his shack and doing research while you’re dog stayed with u

[Pidge:]

•this one is a lot different •yr dog is half beagle half terrier•Pidge was walking their dog, and you were walking yours•you shout “omg! Hi Pidge!” •yes this is during the garrison, you were the same age but you went to a different school. you visited the garrison as a sort of field trip with your class and that’s how you two met•"hi Y/n! Is this your dog?“ •your dog stops and just stares and you guys are literally 10 feet apart and you’re like ????•you didn’t notice Pidges dog yet bcos u also have a crush on Pidge and were currently paying more attention to them•Chicken goes full speed at Pidges dog, and they end up fooling around•the two of you end up talking for at least an hour, while sitting on a bench•you play games on your phones and ask each other questions to get to know each other even better than before•next thing you know you both here growling and each dog is growling at one of you. Pidges dog at you, Chicken at Pidge•you panic and apologize and pick up your dog and Pidge says "oh no it’s okay my dog usually doesn’t do this either so I should apologize”•you guys literally apologize to each other for 4 minutes before you just laugh•when Pidge goes missing you end up visiting their mother, sometimes watching their dog as well and doing chores while Mrs.Holt recovers•she lost her whole family, man

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