#gwilym lee!brian may imagines

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

-

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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#borhap #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #joe mazzello #ben hardy #gwilym lee #bohemian rhapsody #imagines #x fem!reader #freddie mercury #rami malek #bohrhap

[simphq]

So i an absolutely obsessed with Queen and the film Bohemian Rhapsody. I love the cast and so I decided to write a Joe Mazzello story. Feel free to add some ideas if you would like to!! So Here is the backstory and first chapter!

• Your Roger Taylors child

• the story is set around the filming of bohemian rhapsody

•most focused on the real life experience than their ‘online life’

•if you have any ideas lmk 😁

•Thanks for reading x

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@therealy/n

Therealy/n Glad to be on set x

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Benhardy we look fantastic 😏

Mrgwilymlee Love it when your on set ❤️

joe_mazzello you should come on to set more!

therealy/n @joe_mazzello ill see what i can do 😁

Brianmayforreal the boys looked amazing today! Bri

Rogertaylorofficial the boys worked really hard today and it was wonderful to have you on set today my darling.

ramimalek who is the handsome man at the end i wonder??

Benhardy @ramimalek me duhh 🙄

Therealy/n @benhardy in your dreams blondy

Lucyboynton1 i wish i was on set today 😭

Therealy/n @lucyboynton1 ugh me too i felt lonely without my other half today 😢

#queen band #bohemian rhapsody #joe mazzello #ben hardy #rami malek #lucy boynton #gwilym lee #roger taylor #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #adam lambert #queen imagine #fluff #romance

[softspaceboibrian]

softspaceboibrian MASTERLIST

hello, lovelies! this is everything I've ever published here on tumblr, or at least it should be. enjoy! <3

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago || A Jamie Tartt Story

Prologue

Chapter 1

Stranger Things

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson I have a taglist for this, so if you would like to be added, please let me know!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

more to come....

Marvel

Eternals

He would never admit it || Druig

X-Men

Nightmares || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

You Over Everything Else || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

Queen & Bohemian Rhapsody cast

Journeys End in Lovers Meeting (Professor!Gwilym Lee x student)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Kisses Series

Gwilym Lee: Unspoken Feelings

Ben Hardy: A Goddess Among Men 

John Deacon: Reading Session

Ben Hardy

My Girl

Long Enough

Private After After Party (smut)

Golden Slumber

One More Present

Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way

With A Little Help From My Friends

Gwilym Lee

Roll With It

The Rest of My Life

Roger Taylor

Bad Habit (song fic)

Rog and the Flying TVs

Our Castle

Brian May

You Need to Relax (smut)

Headcanons

Valentine’s day 

Imagine being the daughter of a Queen member

BoRhap boys’ as dads

#softspaceboibrian #softspaceboibrian writings #masterlist #softspaceboibrian masterlist #stranger things #eddie munson #marvel #mcu #eternals #druig #xmen #warren worthington iii x reader #queen #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #gwilym lee #ben hardy #roger taylor #brian may #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso fic

[consumedbygwirst]

Full interview with The Rake magazine

The rest is down below.

What was it like wearing the period costumes?

Incredible. Our costume designer, Sharon Long, takes the mad anarchic world from the script and carries it through the outfits. There's an unexpected madness, something punk about her reimagining of historical fashions. It's always fun gathering on set with your fellow actors to see what costumes everyone is wearing that day. I'm not sure I'm ready to take these outfits out, though. I lived in Hackney for a long time, and that might be the only place you can get away with it. But this is one aspect I love about my job: learning about the history of tailoring, the cut of a jacket, the stockings, all up to the pocket-squares.

You've performed an electric range of roles, from film to theatre. Is there a routine or process you follow when researching a character?

You're always looking for the facts: any indication of who the character is and where they're from. Then I try to find the missing pieces by asking questions. Who is this person? What don't we know about them? It's like being a detective. I often make a list of things I can relate to with the character, and then the things that are different. Otherwise, it's easy to fit them to your own personality. When I play an iconic, oft-trodden role, as I did in the Royal Shakespeare Company, I try to imagine this is the first time anyone has ever played this character.

In Bohemian Rhapsody, you played Brian May. What are the challenges of playing somebody who is likely to see your portrayal of them?

He was on set every day. But the pressure came from how loved Queen are by the audience -not him- and you want to do justice to that. He didn’t give me advice, but certainly helped on the technical musical side. Our real aim was to look as much like our characters as possible on stage, even in the way Brian plays guitar. We weren’t making a documentary, just telling a story. So I looked for my version of humanity in the script. It must be nerve-racking for him, too.

You began writing during lockdown. What are the sort of stories, or characters, that came to you?

I’ve always wanted to do it, but I’ve been too busy or haven’t had the confidence. The lockdown, as tragic as it was for people, gave a lot of us free time. So I collaborated with a German writer, director, and actor, and we wrote something. It was experimental. There was no intention to have it made. But we have a script, and we’ll see. It really made me think of the technical side of acting – helped me understand why certain characters resonate, or do not, with actors like me. Now, reading a book or an article, I think, That would make a fantastic film or series. The stories of everyday life are like a narrative. The script has taken a back seat since, but I should finish what I started.

If you were not an actor, what would you like to do?

I would still be making something. A craftsman of some sorts, perhaps working with cabinets or furniture, like an artisan. I continued doing woodwork during the lockdown to stay busy, otherwise I would go mad. It’s very satisfying, and on set I always imagine which piece of furniture I would like to take home, especially the opulent pieces on The Great. Of course, I don’t think my woodwork is up to those standards. Yet.

You’ve said that you identify strongly with your Welsh heritage. Is there a figure from Welsh history or folklore you would particularly love to portray?

Good question. I mean there’s the usual – Owain Glyndwr and his story of Welsh resistance, of evading the English invaders. There are more castles in Wales per square mile than anywhere else in Europe, so that tells you how oppressed people were there in those times, and the magnitude of his heroism. I suppose it’s a bit of a ‘Braveheart’. But Wales also has great sporting heroes to depict. Rugby is part of our culture. I think I would like to play Aneurin Bevan, who created the NHS. He was also central to the founding of the welfare state. That would be great… Maybe I should write it.

You’ve been acting since you were 16. Do you remember what brought you on to the stage in the first place?

My first play was My Fair Lady. I played Alfie Doolittle at school, but I was 50 years too young. I loved that. In Birmingham, where I grew up, there was the Central Television Workshop for young performers. Then I landed work at the RSC. We went on tour when I was 16, and I was very impressionable. When you tour with a company, it feels like family – like you belong to a community of actors. But you always have imposter syndrome. As an actor, you think someone is going to find you out. Then you have these moments of validation. The Ian Charleson award was one. Going to Guildhall, a respected institution, was another. I thought, O.K., maybe I can do this.

Do you have a personal rule that has offered you comfort and motivation when most needed?

In terms of work? It’s always important to take the job seriously, but you don’t need to take yourself too seriously, either. Find the joy in your work. Generally speaking, though, I think more of us need to spread kindness. If you turn on the news, you can see the terrible events happening in the world, and I believe we should figure out how to be more empathetic to each other’s circumstances and needs. Kindness has never been more necessary.

#gwilym lee #interview

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Halloween & Christmas Writing Challenge

OKAY SO, 

I’ve decided that I want to do another writing challenge for both Halloween and Christmas but I wanna involve you lovely lot. 

Halloween

Halloween will be one fic per day for 15 days [up until 31st October].

Since I’ve had no requests for this one I’ve changed the challenge

Fics will be song fics & outstanding requests will be done as and when I can get around to them

Christmas 

One headcanon/imagine per day for 25 days.

Most likely a dating would include or NSFW Alphabet 

If you have someone you want either of those for REQUEST!!

I love writing for yall so if you do have something you want me to write please feel free to request for this challenge 

Big love

PS

As always I will take on any request as best I can but I can obviously write a lot better when I know the material a bit better 

Stuff I’ve written for before

RPF

Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr, Aaron Johnson, Austin Butler, Elvis Presley, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Ben Hardy, Robert Pattinson, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Andy Samberg, Dylan O’Brien, Rob Lowe, Patrick Swayze, John Krasinski, Jamie Parker, Jesse Williams, Taron Egerton, Richard Madden, Harry Styles, Bradley Cooper, Freddie Flintoff, Gwilym Lee, Joe Mazzello, Tom Fletcher, Dougie Poynter, Roger Taylor, Brian May, John Deacon, Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas Disney ColIn Jost, Bo Burnham, John Mulaney, Adam Hills, Greg Davies, Alex Horne, Ed Gamble, Russell Howard, James Acaster, 

Franchises

Marvel, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Twilight, City of Bones, Gone, Doctor Who, 

TV

Supernatural, Sherlock, Friends, Desperate Housewives, How To Get Away With Murder, That 70s Show,  New Girl, Gilmore Girls, Once Upon A Time,  Glee, Jane The Virgin, Teen Wolf, B99, Parks and Rec, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, Ratched, Defending Jacob, Downton Abbey, Criminal Minds, CSI, CSI NY,  Saved By The Bell, Greys Anatomy, Ghosts, Derry Girls, Friday Night Dinner, Sex Education, The Crown, Nashville,

Film 

Mamma Mia, Grease, The Outsiders, The History Boys, IT, Bohemian Rhapsody, Elvis, Goodfellas, 

#my posts #writing challenge #halloween challenge #christmas challenge

[mirkwoodshewolf]

TWITTER WARNING!!!!! POTENTIAL FAKE GWILYM LEE TWITTER ACCOUNT!!!

PLEASE REBLOG THIS!!!!!!

Okay now I normally don’t do stuff like this but this needs to get out there. Today just when I thought I had Gwilym Lee follow me on Twitter, I did some further digging and found some things NOT RIGHT!!!!

First of all the Twitter page was just recently created this year when Gwil’s twitter that I FOLLOWED months ago says that he joined Aug. 2011.

Second as you begin to chat with this person, he’ll start to ask some very personal questions like where you’re from, who you’re in Quarantine with how old you are, and what your job is. If that doesn’t raise any red flags I DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL!!!

Thirdly the USER NAME IS SPELLED DIFFERENTLY!!! As many who may follow Gwil on Twitter he goes by GwilymLee but this Twitter account is spelled GwiilymLee that’s TWO I’S!!!!! 

Plus the introduction of the private message he sends is literally the same thing he will write to you 

“Honestly. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for the wonderful support and love you’ve shown me to date, it’s feels like it’s been a long journey but it’s really only the beginning”.

Again idk if this could be an imposter but I DON’T WANT ANYONE TO GET HURT!!!! WEB OF LIES CAUSE TRUTHFULLY I THOUGHT THIS WAS FOR REAL CAUSE THEY HAVE THE SAME PROFILE PIC GWIL HAS ON HIS, AND THE SAME INFO PUT ON THEIR INFO BUT HARDLY ANY FOLLOWERS THAT GWIL FOLLOWS ON HIS TWITTER.

Again I could be over reacting but then again I could be right. For any Twitter users out there.

PROCEED. WITH. CAUTION!!!!!

@waddles03

@plethora-of-things

@psychosupernatural

@platawnic

@dancingcoolcat

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queensdivas

@queendeakyy

@geek-and-proud

@kairosfreddie

@simonedk

@onebigfangirlworld

@naturalswifty89

@starswin

@dj-lowkey

@isabella-bby

@labessieisallama

@bohemiansweede

@5sos-wdw

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee imagines #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody imagines #bohemian rhapsody x reader #bohemian rhapsody imagine #queen #queen fanfic #midsomer murders #gwilym lee!brian may #gwilym lee!brian may imagines #gwilym lee!brian may x reader #gwilym lee!brian may imagine #fake twitter account

[har-rison-s]

doing alright?

plot: roger is mean to brian about him barely getting any girls, so reader, who’s brian’s friend, proves roger wrong. she says some things to roger, a little nasty, saying that not everyone needs to change girls every night to be good in bed. at the start, it’s just so roger would piss off, but when brian and reader get to brian's place, they’re not pretending anymore.

A/N: This has been sitting in my mind for a very long time. I'm not sorry it's so long, I'm actually finally a work of mine is longer than usually. I've been writing this for almost a month now, or over a month. You can choose whichever Brian. Happy reading!

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warnings: swearing and unprotected sex if that even bothers anyone (don't try that at home, kids)!

Another long day at the studio, but Emma never gets bored. The only thing getting on her nerves is Roger and his damn groupie. He's been bragging about his supposed talents in bed and the amount of girls that love him since Emma has known him, and that's been a very long time. Like half of the time that Emma has been best friends with Brian. And it's always been a thing that Roger does, but lately it has teared Emma's nerves to pieces every single day.

Especially when he puts down Brian. God, she just wants to yell at Roger every time he says something, but she controls herself. Until one day, when the annoyance has built up and she can't take it anymore. Roger and Brian are the only ones at the studio, because the new song they're recording already has the bass and vocal tracks, and they don't need Fred or Deaky to fix anything.

There's a horribly plastic blonde lounging next to Emma on the studio couch, twirling her curled piece of hair between her fingers while she eye-fucks Roger with her gum travelling and sticking everywhere around her mouth. Emma rolls her eyes at Roger's groupie of the day and looks back at the boys. They're fixing their instruments up, having done the needed part for this day. Emma smiles. Finally she and Brian can go to his place and listen to a recently come-out Pink Floyd record. 

Roger and Brian walk into the room where the girls lay and Brian smiles at Emma, not giving any attention to the blonde girl next to her. Emma returns the gesture, and watches as he walks over to the controls. Roger, instead, sits down between Emma and the blonde and Emma turns her head away, covering her ears, once she starts hearing kissing noises. She makes a disgusted face at them and Brian extends his arm to her, requesting Emma to stand up. She takes his hand and his offer, standing up and smiling at Brian sheepishly. He gives a smile in response and then turns back to the switches. 

“Roger, please get up here so we can finish the day.” Brian says to his bandmate, clearly annoyed by his behavior, as well. Emma smiles faintly, enjoying the rightfully served justice. Roger pulls away from his girl of the day and looks at Brian.

“Distracting you, are we?” The drummer asks and Emma rolls her eyes. The blonde girl laughs a wicked laugh and it makes Emma want to vomit. Brian sighs.

“Yes.” He replies and puts headphones on his ears, ready to listen to their recording. Roger only chuckles.

“Well,” Roger says as he stands up, “that's only because you haven't gotten laid and you desperately need to.” He states. Roger secures his pants and picks up a pair of headphones himself. He looks at Brian, smirking, and nudges his side. “I can help you, me and Shelley here don't mind a little sharing.” He winks at the blonde, and she laughs again.

Brian sighs. “I don't need your help with that, thank you very much.” He says to Roger without looking at him, sarcasm showing in the last words. Roger rolls his eyes.

“Then tell me why there's never a girl with you here, except Emma.” Roger argues, turning to Brian. “It must be from your lack of talent in bed.” He says and puts on his headphones. That's it. That's it for Emma, she's had enough.

“Fucking hell, Roger.” she curses and shakes her head. Emma walks over to him. “Just because Brian doesn't brag about his, mind you, incredible talents at sex, doesn't mean he hasn't gotten laid.” She folds her arms over her chest and shoots Roger a challenging look with one eyebrow raised. 

“He's my best mate, I think I know he's desperate for a shag when I see it.” Roger says and scoffs.

“Oh really?” Emma challenges him further. Roger looks at her disbelievingly and Emma slides her arm around Brian's waist, which surprises not only Roger, but the guitarist himself. “Seems like you don't know your best friend at all. Don't you notice he's exhausted coming in today? Do you know what we did last night?” She tells Roger and slides her hand down to Brian's thigh, gripping it lightly. Brian grows nervous at her touching him, but can't show it to anyone around, especially Emma. “But you sure know how to put him down. So, my suggestion is, you get your head out of your ass and realise that your tiny dick size or your horrible characteristics aren't what please the women you change every night.” She says. Roger clenches his jaw. “It's your money.” Emma pats the drummer's shoulder with her hand, smiling sarcastically at him and takes Brian's hand as she starts to walk towards the exit door. “Your song's perfect. You've been working your bum off on that song.” She says in the guitarist's ear.

Brian grins from ear to ear as the two reach his car, and he laughs. So does Emma once she hears him, and lets go of his hand. “Thank you for that.” Brian says to her when they've sat down in his car. “I've always known what to say to him, but it never gets him to shut up, it does absolutely nothing to stop those stupid comments.” He admits. Emma smiles.

“I'm glad I could help.” She replies. “He was running me down, as well, and I just can't stand by watching an arrogant prick put down his best friend. And my best friend.” She states and looks over at Brian with a smile. He nods at her and starts the car, driving away from the studio finally. “It's been such a long day.” Emma sighs. Brian just smiles to himself, and looks at the road ahead.

Emma sits on Brian's kitchen table, Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here' album playing from his living room. Her legs dangle off the edge, her bare feet knotting together once in a while as she watches him busying himself in the kitchen. 

“Did you talk at all with the blonde girl? Shelley?” He asks and brings Emma out of her music trance. 

“No.” She responds. “She didn't seem interesting.” Emma admits, but then raises her eyebrows and adds, “except the part of sharing in bed.” Brian laughs at that.

“Christ.” He mutters. “Don't believe that, Roger probably made it up.”

“Right, he likes to be the most interesting one in the room.” Emma nods, agreeing. She sighs and lifts her head up, looking at Brian who walks over to her with two cups of tea. Peppermint, she can smell it. Brian agrees to her statement with a hum. He stands next to her at the table, and looks at Emma. “His words don't get to you, do they?” She asks, tilting her head to look at Brian better, he looks down. Emma frowns. 

“Don't want them to.” He says slowly, and she pouts. 

“Brian,” she starts to say, moving her hand closer to his on the table's surface, and eventually taking his long fingers between her own. Brian looks at her, “please don't let them. It's just Roger picking on you.” Emma encourages him sweetly. “Don't let him have what he wants. If what he says is true or not, no matter, you must not let him walk over you.”

Brian sighs deeply. “And what if it is true?” He asks worriedly. Emma doesn't say anything, waiting for Brian to say what he wants to. “I really haven't gotten together with a girl in a long time. And I've tried, I've chatted girls up or whatever, but—”

“Don't you dare doubt yourself, Brian May,” Emma says in a threatening voice, disrupting his verbalised doubts. She knows what Brian wants to say next, but she won't let him, “don't doubt your looks, your charm, your skills in bed or anything else. You're amazing, okay?” Her thumb caresses the top of his hand and Brian chuckles airily. 

“Thanks, love,” he responds, “but why can't I get a girl into my bed?” He asks then and Emma sighs quietly. 

“I don't know, Bri.” She says and there's a moment of quiet between them both. They're not looking into each other's eyes, but then Emma draws in a deep breath and looks back up at Brian's lovely eyes. “I could help you out with that.” She suggests, and it sounds as crazy as it did in her head, if not crazier. An outrageous offer.

“What? Set me up with someone?” Brian asks, and then shakes his head. “No, I don't want to be with any of your friends, Emmie, sorry, but it'll be too weird.”

She's silent for a while, but then looks down with a shy smile. “No, no, I meant...” Emma fiddles between her hands in her lap and then tilts her head up again, looking at Brian with slightly clouded eyes, “I meant... me.”

Brian furrows his eyebrows immediately, not sure if he heard or understood her correctly. They look at each other for a while, Brian wondering through the staring if he's cleaned his ears. 

“You mean,” he starts to say, crossing his arms over his chest and squinting, “have sex with me?”

Emma inhales and nods. The thought sure sounds exciting. She shrugs then, and offers Brian an innocent smile. “Why not?” She asks. “Something wrong with me?”

“No, no,” he immediately shakes his head, “nothing's wrong with you, you're perfect, love. It's just... won't it be strange?”

Emma tilts her head from side to side. “We've seen each other naked before, and I've heard a lot of things through thin walls,” she says and rolls her eyes, Brian only laughs, knowing what she's talking about, “if we don't make it weird, it won't be.”

“Right.” Brian responds quietly. “And it's not just because you think I want to get back at Roger?”

Emma shakes her head. “No, Bri.” She says. “Haven't you wondered what your best friend is like in the intimate part of life? Cause I have.” Emma admits with no shame. “But if you want to get back at Roger, we can do that as well.” She suggests and moves her hands to Brian's sides. He gives her an alarmed look, but doesn't protest when she pulls him between her legs. 

Emma tilts her chin up at Brian and her hands travel up his shirt to rest on his chest. Their faces are close, a few centimeters between Brian's long nose and Emma's short, round one. They look into each other's eyes. 

“Do you really want to?” He asks, and Emma gives him a nod for an answer. “Cause I'm not sure about holding back.” Brian admits, raising his eyebrows for a short moment. Emma chuckles and her arms encircle Brian's waist. 

“You don't have to.” She whispers and leans up to capture Brian's lips between hers. It's their first shared kiss ever, they haven't kissed even in a dare or by mistake, never. And it feels nice, both of them can admit that. 

They're going easy, slowly, pulling back and reconnecting their lips now and then, Brian's nose softly touching her cheek. The two are slowly exploring each other and how their lips and tongues feel together, not hurrying. There's time for everything. And she tastes so sweet, sweeter than anything. Brian wonders why he hasn't thought of this before. 

Brian starts to think of Emma undressing, moaning his name and even writhing underneath him, her eyelids dropping and lifting, her lips parting and closing, and it's all over for slow going then. His lips grow hungrier, lapping at hers quicker and his hands grab at her waist. It brings a moan out of Emma and Brian hums in appreciation. He gasps for air between their kisses and Emma rests her hands on Brian's chest, stopping their small session. 

“That's not so bad, is it?” She asks him with a slight grin. Brian smiles and shakes his head, agreeing with her. Emma's hand sneaks up to the back of Brian's head, kneading through his curls. But he's in no mood to stop what they began, looking at Emma with darkened eyes. 

She doesn't know what she's quite in for when Brian pushes his lips back on hers, making Emma rock back slightly from the impact. She gasps at the intensity and tightens her grip on Brian's neck. She feels herself growing wet by the second, sensing how Brian's want for her rises. And quite literally. The closer she moves to him, the more accesable is his hard-on. Already? Brian must be severely touch starved.

Emma brushes her fingers softly through Brian's hair just as she feels his hand creeping down towards between her hips. Her breath stops and she looks at Brian with the most lustful look in her eyes that he's seen her carry. He breathes heavily and pushes his fingers against Emma's heat, making her freeze and shortly stop breathing, but only for a second. Her eyes are looking into Brian's before her eyelids drop and she completely surrenders before him.

Brian starts to quickly work on her clit after he's slid her knickers to the side a little, rubbing mercilessly at it in any shape he finds suitable. He's ruthless, and Emma's moaning his name and gasping and panting, her small hands gripping Brian's arms. He rests his forehead against Emma's and looks at her eyes, but only finds them closed. “Open your eyes, baby,” Brian urges and Emma does, though it's quite hard at the moment. “Are you close?” He whispers. She nods, gasping for more breath.

“Yes, Brian.” Emma answers him, and her words turn into a high-pitched moan. She's surprised at how quickly she feels close to her orgasm, and she might have liked to last longer for her friend. But she doesn't know what to expect from him, really, although she's wondered about how Brian felt or what he could do, from time to time. “Ungh!” Emma exclaims, then biting down on her lip, “I'm—I'm coming.” 

Brian feels her thighs throbbing against his, shaking almost. His lips part and he enjoys the pretty sight before him so much, he fastens the movements of his fingers. His other hand gropes her right thigh, reaching underneath it and hoisting Emma closer to him. Brian's starving for her suddenly, wanting to do many dirty things to her, and it shows in his eyes. He's picturing her beneath him, before him, above him, on her knees, on her back, on her stomach. His eyes cloud over and his cock twitches in his pants. 

Emma comes finally, starting with her body tensing up and her eyes rolling to the back of her head and finishing with deep gasps and hanging her head back, gripping Brian's arms tighter for support. Her hair sways behind her shoulders, her neck is completely exposed to Brian and he uses the chance to cover it with his lips all over. Emma gasps quietly, closing her eyes and putting her hands around Brian's neck. She smiles lazily when he sucks on her skin and tangles her fingers in his curls. She's touched his hair before, combed it, played with it, ran through every base of every curl, but now they feel different between her delicate fingers. They sort of feel... more accessible now, touchable.

“What do you want, baby?” Emma asks in a sweet, sweet voice in Brian's ear. He responds with a light groan and a soft bite on her ear. Emma chuckles, sliding her hand down to the treasure between Brian's legs and palms her hand over the shaft through his jeans. Brian's lips stop in an open-mouthed kiss on her neck and his eyes flutter shut. 

Oh, he'd love to have her fingers or lips wrapped around his cock, he would. Hear her encouraging words and moans while her hand moves up and down on it, or hear the simple sound of how her lips and tongue suck on him, her saliva and his cum mixing together. But not now. Now he wants to be the one who gives, he wants Emma to be the one shaking and writhing and almost passing out. Brian wants to love his friend tonight the way he has never before. 

He didn't reply to Emma's comment about wondering what he'd be like in bed, he didn't really have time to. Brian has wondered, sometimes even fantasized and pictured all sorts of things, but would he ever admit that to her? Perhaps it's too much of a sacred thing to him, something he's shy about. He's always been shy and quiet about these things, and Emma knows that. But she wants him to feel the best tonight, no holding back. Just as they promised. 

“N-No.” Brian stammers out and Emma opens her eyes, feeling confused. She halts her hand and looks at Brian, unsurely. 

“Why?” She whispers. “D-Did I do something, um—“

“No, no. Not at all.” Brian answers and gives Emma an small assuring smile. She smiles back, a reflex of hers, really. Brian's smile grows and Emma sees those vampire teeth that she loves, and she chuckles. “Fuck, you turn me on so much, Emmie,” he admits, looking away, “but I don't want you to...” Brian's head hangs low, his mind empty of the words he doesn't really want to say.

“Give you a handjob?” Emma finishes, a cocky eyebrow raised and a grin added. Brian only looks deep into her eyes. “Alright.” She says and tugs at the bottom of her dress, lifting the thin flowery material over her head. It takes Brian's full attention to see her in only her pushed-aside knickers, her breasts exposed and his breath hitches. Seeing her naked before is nothing like this right now. Emma rests her elbows on the table and leans onto them. She grins at Brian. “Do what you may to me.” (a/n: heheheheheehe sneaky sneak)

Brian bites his lip and moves to lean over Emma again, sliding her knickers down her legs afterwards. She was expecting him to kiss her, but he only lingers himself and his lips mere milimeters above Emma's skin. It makes goosebumps appear everywhere he moves, Emma's breath stopping here and there. Brian tugs his jeans and boxers down, and Emma's eyes widen a bit once seeing his size. It certainly is true about what they say - the hands match the package. And Brian's fingers are qute incredible in length. She parts her lips in a quiet 'wow', and is a bit astounded, not able to take her eyes off his already hard cock. But when he wants to take off the already half-unbuttoned blouse-shirt, Emma reaches her hand out to his and they look at each other.

“You look pretty.” She simply says. “With the necklace and all.” She explains and Brian laughs quietly. But that demeanor is gone in the second he kisses Emma again. He kisses her so fiercely and with such passion, Emma might burst. “Brian.” She begs quietly between their kisses and Brian takes that as a signal. Taking Emma by the waist, he pushes her slowly down onto the table and moves backwards a bit and grips her thighs. On her left thigh his hand rests on the top, pushing the leg to the side. Her right thigh is gripped under the knee at the start, then Brian moves the knee upwards. As he leans back towards Emma's chest and face, Brian pushes the knee with him and slowly enters Emma with his hard cock.

Although she winces, Emma keeps her eyes on Brian's, but due to the immensely wonderful feeling, her eyelids soon drop and her head falls back against the table. Brian grunts and lets his head rest between Emma's breasts. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. She really feels incredible, surely better than he'd thought, and Brian would stay in the position for the span of his life if he could. But he's gotta start moving. 

“Oh, fuck!” Emma exclaims once he does and thanks Brian silently for pushing her legs apart before he entered her. She honestly stressed about him not fitting inside, and she can say that it's not an easy feeling. “Please, move, faster, Brian.” She begs and Brian obliges, making his thrusts more frequent and, with time, deeper. 

Emma's hands grip Brian's back, trying to hold onto to it as it's moving, and her fingers are soon to leave marks from the struggle and overwhelmind feeling. Her friend really is good in bed, he's very good at sex. He feels fulfilling and complete inside her, Emma realises it's the feeling of something long-lost that is regained. Strange, but she'll have time to think about it later. Now's not the moment.

Brian's hand is still resting under her knee and he pushes the leg back and forth with his thrusts, giving himself and Emma more space. “Fuck, Emmie, you feel—ugh!—wonderful.” He says to her between grunts and presses a kiss on the base of her neck. He admires the view on himself driving in and out of her and almost collapses then and there. “You look so pretty around my cock, darling.”

Emma moans at his words, blushing as well. “You're not so bad yourself.” She replies and they both laugh, looking into the other's eyes. Emma eventually lifts Brian's blouse-shirt over his head and throws it away, with Brian raising an eyebrow at her in question. “Are you close, though?” The question sounds so mundane and matter-of-factly that Emma almods laughs again. Brian shuts his eyes and presses kisses along Emma's neck, making her squirm and whimper. 

“Than I've ever been.” He answers in a deep, hushed whisper. Brian has been on the edge for a while and the foreign and new feeling of Emma stretching around him and kissing him and touching him drove him practically to the finish line the moment he went inside her. And he knows she might not be as close to orgasming as he is, so Brian reaches down between them both and rubs on her clit again. The action makes Emma's back arch and moan in such a high pitch that it's nearly a scream. She clenches around Brian's shaft, tightening, and Brian's eyes roll back. “Oh my fucking God, I'm gonna cum—“ He announces and looks down at Emma, watching her figure as it moves with each of his thrusts. 

He's started to hit just the right spot in her a few seconds ago, and she's started to drive herself on Brian, meeting his thrusts in the right rhythm. “Come for me, Bri,” Emma encourages and takes Brian's face between her hands, kissing his lips firmly. He presses his middle finger against her most sensitive nub and Emma whines, her lips parting and back lifting off the surface. Brian uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and next thing he knows is them both reaching their orgasms in unison. 

His thrusts grow slower and sloppier and Emma is clenching harder around him, riding out her orgasm. Soon she feels Brian's cum shooting inside her, warming and slickening her walls, and she lets her fluids drench his cock in all its glorious length. Brian releases a groan so gutteral he sounds like an animal, and if Emma hadn't come yet, she would have—on the spot—now. Brian leans up before her, his skin sweaty and shining from it, and from the light in the kitchen, he looks like a glowing angel to Emma. Very beautiful. 

Brian pulls himself out of Emma and she whines a bit. His eyes naturally wonder down to where his cock just met her folds and he raises his eyebrows, making a silly face at Emma. “Quite a mess we've made on this table.” He says and takes a few near-by tissues to clean their both's fluids off the surface. Emma pants, holding her forehead and steadying her breathing.

“Did you know people eat on those?” She asks jokingly and Brian chuckles, throwing the tissues away. Neither of them really heard the horrible squeaks of the table moving while they were just going at it, and truly, the sounds were loud enough to wake up all London. 

He comes back to Emma and looks down at her. She looks fucking amazing like this—on the kitchen table, fucked out and exhausted, but still probably the most attractive and hot woman Brian's ever layed eyes on. Her hair looks like a meadow, laying so artistically around herself, the hair closer to her face sticking to the skin; Emma's glistening with sweat all over; her thighs and hips and neck are a bit tainted with all sorts of marks from Brian; her legs are still a bit spread apart. Brian meets her eyes with the thought of lusting for her again.

“Fancy a shower?” He suggests with a sly grin. Emma chuckles, a smile stretching her lips. 

“Only if you're the added bonus.” She replies and Brian smiles wide, helping her get up from the table. It squeaks, and she's a little spooked from the sound, gasping. But then the pair laugh and intertwine hands and start walking to Brian's bathroom.

A/N: This might be my best and filthiest work ever lmao. Hope you liked it.

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FAMILY OF FOUR (series)

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Hey! I was wondering if you could write a series about ben hardy and reader raising their daughters? For the kids could you do 2 girls and a boy and as for the reader's profession could she be a veterinarian?

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it was quite shocking to everyone when ben hardy had announced he would be having a child. somehow he and his ‘mysterious lover’ (as the news liked to call her) had managed to hide their relationship so well and for so long.

on the 19th february 2019 ben’s child was born and finally his partner was revealed. y/n y/l/n, the reason why they couldn’t find out much about her was due to her career. she worked as a vet and most people assumed ben would date another actress due to his past relationships.

when amara hardy was born all of ben’s fans (including his friends) went crazy; joe especially. there were times when the couple got scared joe would run away with the baby and claim it as his own. but joe was her ‘favourite’ uncle, when really lucy was the favourite. then, ryan reynolds came along when ben started working on 6 underground. and that man might as well have took amara off ben and y/n. amara had such an obsession with ryan.

now a year later the whole thing with covid happened, and being stuck with a one year old isn’t the best thing. ben and y/n couldn’t even spend alone time with each other. but luckily for them, it wasn’t long until they could see and meet people. which meant they could hand amara off to lucy and rami who were at the time staying close to finally catch up with the couple. and once they heard that amara needed looking after, they jumped straight to the opportunity.

and that's how warren and pixie hardy came into the world. twins; born on the 5th january 2021, the day after ben’s birthday. and yes, warren was named after warren Worthington, one of y/n’s favourite characters that ben had played. then, pixie being named after pixie from the movie ‘pixie’. y/n loved that movie, especially because ben had to use an irish accent, which always made amara giggle when she heard it.

now when the twins genders’ were revealed, ben was ecstatic to finally have a baby boy. he was sick of his two favourite girls ruling the house. so he couldn't wait to have a ‘little man’ (as he use to call warren when y/n was pregnant) help him ‘run’ the house. 

but nothing changed. with 3 girls vs 2 boys. the girls overpowered. but ben and warren always disagreed. warren would shake his head quickly anytime amara brought it up, seen as she could slightly talk as she was nearing two years old in less than a month.

ben had been the sweetest man and dad. when y/n were pregnant with amara, he would constantly talk to the unborn child. promising he would bring happiness to her life, how he would be the best dad, he would sometimes read stories to her once the doctors told them that she could hear their voices. ben had worked himself up, worrying that she wouldn’t recognise his voice when she was born.

when ben could finally show his girlfriend and his new born daughter off to the world he was ecstatic. he just posted them. everyone thought ben might have died or something as he hadn’t appeared on his own social media for ages. it was just y/n and amara. but obviously, everyone that they were friends with loved it. especially ryan.

ryan might as well have been the mum and dad of amara. he would ‘facetime ben’ to see how ‘he’ was. when really ryan wanted to see ‘his child’. ben found it adorable. so did y/n. but what y/n loved more was ben playing around with amara.

when she was younger ben would play little games, silly ones that made them giggle. things like peek-a-boo, mimicking the ‘ahs’ and random noises amara made, playing football with a blow up ball; even though amara couldn’t walk yet.

but this is what made y/n glad to be with ben. he cared. more than she thought anyone could. he loved their kids and he especially loved her. from the moment he saw her, he knew. some would call it love at first sight.

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i hope you guys enjoyed part one to this!! and thank you so much to the person who requested this! i have a few ideas in mind for the next parts. and i’m excited to write this!

i hope you guys don’t mind the names i chose, amara was completely random. and i just thought naming the boy warren and the girl pixie was funny. especially because in the movie ‘pixie’ pixies last name is hardy. i also recommend the movie ‘pixie’ if you haven’t watched it!! ben was so funny in it. anyways!! i will try and upload as much as i can, but i’m so busy and i just don’t always have the motivation to write!

this chapter was mainly an intro to amara, but the other chapters will include the twins of course!! bye!! :)

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HOME — Roger Taylor

Resumen: Cuando tus padres te echan de casa, sin trabajo y ningún tipo de dinero, tienes suerte de que dos personas casi tan locas como tú, decidan que seas su compañera de piso.

Advertencias: ninguna. Quizá un poco de angustia por disfunciones familiares. Y mucho amor por Freddie y Roger siendo domésticos.

Palabras: 1.506

"Amor, ¿crees que necesitarás esto?" Freddie saca del armario un vestido demasiado bonito de flores.

"Supongo que no. Es pleno invierno, necesito lo esencial, me están echando de casa, ¿recuerdas?" Abres la bolsa más grande que encuentras, en algún momento la usaste en tu viaje a holanda hace unos años.

"¡Pero es demasiado bonito!"

"Freddie, mi espacio es limitado, necesito ropa de invierno."

El moreno se deja caer en la cama con el vestido aún entre sus manos. No piensa rendirse sin luchar lo suficiente. Le parece increible que simplemente vayas a dejar ese vestido atrás.

"¿Y qué harás en verano?" Intenta razonar.

"No sé Freddie... Quizá pueda sacrificar alguno de mis pantalones y cortarlos." Consigues varios de tus jerseys más gordos y los metes en la bolsa, junto algunas camisetas y cuatro pantalones. Con un poco de imaginación puedes conjuntar esas prendas en unos ocho looks diferentes.

Freddie aprovecha que vuelves tu vista al armario para meter el vestido debajo de la ropa en la bolsa.

"¿Y dónde irás?"

"Freddie" Estás demasiado agobiada pensando en cosas óptimas que sean necesarias para tu supervivencia a partir de ahora. "Pensé que venías para ayudarme, no para agregar presión a mis hombros." Lo tomas de la mano para que se levante de la cama.

"Perdona. Solo me preocupo." Pasea su vista por tus baldas llenas de libros, vinilos, y cosas varias. "¿Llevarás algunos libros?"

"Supongo que los de la universidad. No creo que pueda llevar más." Metiendo tu neceser con tus productos de aseo, peines, y algo de maquillaje terminas de llenar la primera bolsa. "Quizá me lleve mi edición especial de Mujercitas."

"Tienes también la de Orgullo y Prejuicio, El Hobbit y tu colección de vinilos"

"Freddie..."

"Si, si, solo lo esencial"

Al final terminas sacando una mochila mediana y caes en la tentación de llevarte algunas libretas, una pequeña caja con tus recuerdos más simbólicos como fotos, collares, algunos pósters de cantantes que te gustan y una manta que te bordó tu abuela. Freddie no se puede resistir y carga en sus brazos tu colección de vinilos y los libros.

"¿Qué? Vas a dejarlos aquí... En mi casa nos hace falta decoración, estás invitada a venir y usarlo cuando quieras" Te ríes y echando un último vistazo a lo que era tu habitación, y cierras la puerta. "Entonces... ¿dónde pasarás la noche?"

"Supongo que podré ir a casa de mi amiga Lucy. Quizá me deje quedarme un par de días, hasta que encuentre un trabajo y un departamento."

"El trabajo está muy mal en Londres"

"Gracias Freddie"

"Los alquileres no son baratos" Salís a la calle siendo recibidos por el frío invierno.

"Freddie, necesito palabras de aliento no..."

"Ven a vivir conmigo"

Conociste a Freddie hace unos meses. Era verano, y acudiste con tus amigas a un pub, queríais beber un poco y pasar un buen rato. Pero tus amigas quizá bebieron demasiado, y terminaste sola en el pub, agobiada buscando a dos chicas borrachas.

Un hombre más o menos mayor, y borracho intentó sobrepasarse contigo en mitad de la pista de baile, realmente estabas angustiada y a punto de llorar cuando Freddie lo vió todo. Y con su aire de meterse en los asuntos que no son suyos, empujó al chico y le dió un puñetazo en la mandíbula. En ese momento pensaste que estabas muerta. Un chico delgado, demasiado alto y a primera vista afeminado acababa de golpear a un borracho que era dos veces él. Pero te sorprendieron sus golpes.

Una hora después mientras te invitó a una cerveza, (la odias, pero estaba siendo amable y oh dios, hacía meses que un chico guapo no te invitaba a nada), te contó sobre las clases de boxeo que tomó de niño. En ese momento aprendiste a no prejuzgar nunca más. Además de agradecerle por siempre que decidiese ayudar. Había mucha gente en ese pub que vió tu angustia y nadie hizo nada. Solo él.

"Soy un hombre criado por mi madre y mi abuela. Y crecí con mi hermana. Supongo que mi padre me hubiese golpeado si no tuviese respeto por las mujeres."

En ese momento sonreiste y lo supiste. Querías a ese hombre con tu vida.

"Nada comparado con la paliza de mi abuela, ella sí que sabe boxear" bromeó.

"¿Qué dices Freddie?" Te detienes en mitad de la calle con las dos enormes bolsas descansando en el suelo.

"Vamos... No tienes donde ir, el piso es pequeño, tendré que hacerte algo de espacio, podemos compartir cama, no creo que el sofá sea muy cómodo. Y no te cobraré alquiler, quizá solo saques la basura y limpies la cocina."

"Freddie..."

"Tengo un compañero de piso, es ruidoso, no tiene filtro y dice lo que piensa en todo momento, a veces toca la batería y sabe cocinar huevos cocidos. Es bastante divertido, ya te dije que tenías que conocerlo." Habla emocionado mientras toma una de tus bolsas, a pesar de llevar algunas de tus pertenencias en las manos. "Será divertido"

"No sé Freddie..."

"No creo que tengas más opciones..." Te mira con esos ojos y esa sonrisa tan bonita que tiene. Y sabe que te tiene en el bote.

"Supongo que os podría cocinar como compensación" Freddie grita cuando aceptas su propuesta y rápidamente tomáis un autobús hasta su casa.

El piso de Freddie es realmente pequeño, en eso no mentía. Lo primero que ves cuando abre la puerta es un pequeño pasillo, no entran dos personas a la vez, y después de ese medio metro de pasillo dónde tienen un perchero con varios abrigos, llegáis a un pequeño salón con un mueble, una televisión, un tocadiscos y dos sillones viejos acompañando un sofá. Está lleno de ropa, revistas, libretas y una guitarra apoyada en el suelo contra el sofá. A la derecha hay una cocina pequeña, y siguiendo el pasillo hay dos habitaciones, una a cada lado del pasillo, y al final un baño.

"No es demasiado increible." Freddie admite. "Pero somos felices aquí"

"Es increible Freddie" A pesar de ser una caja de zapatos y demasiado desordenada grita hogar por todas las esquinas.

"Te llevaré a mi habitación. Te dejaré dos cajones de mi cómoda y dos de mi armario. Conseguiré de nuestro mercadillo un burro para tu ropa. No creo que a Roger le importe"

Justo en ese momento la puerta del piso se abre, y entra una cabellera rubia con un cigarro entre sus labios. Cuando te ve casi deja caer el cigarro al suelo.

"¡Rog! Estás en casa" Freddie grita acercándose a su amigo.

"¿Qué es todo esto?" Pregunta viendo las bolsas en el suelo

"¡Tengo una nueva compañera de habitación!" En ese momento Roger tiene una expresión de sorpresa que hace que sientas pánico. Estoy en la calle, piensas.

"Freddie... ¿Podemos hablar?... En privado" Coge a su amigo por la chaqueta y lo empuja a la cocina.

En un principio te sientes un poco ofendida, pero lo entiendes. Freddie es una persona muy impulsiva, y puedes entender que a una persona normal no le haga mucha gracia llegar a su casa, y que su compañero de piso haya invitado a alguien a quedarse.

"¿Quién es ella?" Te hace gracia que aún con la puerta cerrada, el departamento es tan pequeño y con las paredes tan finas que puedes escuchar la conversación

"Es mi amiga Mackenzie"

"Eso no explica que sea nuestra nueva compañera de piso"

"Es mi compañera de habitación" Puntúa Freddie el acento en 'mi'.

"Es una habitación dentro del piso"

"Vale" Freddie se rinde. "Sus padres la han echado. Su situación es muy precaria, solo mira sus bolsas. Son solo dos, y una mochila con sus pertenencias.

A Roger no le tomó mucho empatizar contigo. Él se fue de casa en las mismas condiciones salvo que él quería independencia, a él nunca lo echaron. Pero sabe lo que es no tener medios y sufrir para llegar a final de mes.

"Solo... La próxima vez avísame cuando una chica guapa vaya a ser nuestra compañera de piso"

Cuando los chicos salen de la cocina, ambos tienen una sonrisa en sus rostros, y en ese momento te das cuenta de que puede que no tengas mucho, pero eres afortunada de tener un techo compartido, con una cama a medias con Freddie, y un chico con una sonrisa preciosa.

"Será bueno tener ayuda femenina en casa" En ese momento reparas en el chico rubio, no parece mucho más mayor que tú. Tiene una sonrisa preciosa y unos ojos azules que desprenden felicidad. "Soy Roger"

Extiende su mano hacia ti para que la tomes en un saludo.

"Mackenzie"

"Bueno Mackenzie" Roger pasa su brazo por tus hombros, acercándote a él "Cómo podrás ver somos unos desastres y nos cuesta mucho ganar dinero para pagar este apartamento tan pequeño, pero nos las arreglaremos." Toma una de tus bolsas para ayudarte a instalarte. "Bienvenida a la vida adulta, no es la gran cosa, pero nos lo pasaremos bien" Y cuando miras su sonrisa, le crees. Vivir con ellos será toda una aventura.

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[johnricharddeacy]

The only thing that’s keeping me alive right now, is this GIF:

#rock #80s #classic rock icons #brian may #rock bands #roger taylor #roger meddows taylor #roger taylor imagine #john richard deacon #queen fanart #roger taylor is the man i need #roger taylor x you #roger taylor x reader #brian may x you #freddie mercury #ben hardy #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #rami malek #bohrap

[yourlocalmusicalprostitute]

Maeve's Mini Event

Howdy all, I'm going in a trip that involves an eight (8) hour bus ride. I'm gonna need something to do so please send in ask/request/ ships for me to do while I listen to music on the bus!!!! I'll put some more info under the cut reblogs are appreciated :)

Here's some stuff we can do:

MASH: Queen/Borhap Edition

Ships

Blurb request

Asks games (I'll make some up to reblog on this post)

Playlist/song request

I'm open to any and all ideas! I haven't really thought through much, I just wanna chill with y'all while I'm on the bus. I have an anime sideblog @cpnspiegal that I'll be doing the same thing on. List of characters I write for are on that list as well :)

Got any questions? Just send me an ask or a message ily 💕 gonna be some extensive tagging btw!

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[brian-roger-deaky-and-fred]

Puzzle Pieces (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: Roger and the Reader go home for Christmas. Remembering how much you loved Roger as a kid reminds you of how much you love Roger now. But does he feel the same way?

Warnings: A Kiss, Maybe One Bad Word??, A Mention of Alcohol, Slight Angst (With a Happy Ending!!), Fluff :"^), Mentions of Christmas

A/N: Hey everybody! I've missed you all so so much! It's so so good to be posting again! I hope you've all had a Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year! This is just a little blurb I was asked to write for the A Kind of Magic Fanzine! Check it out guys! You can find it right here! Thank you guys so much for your patience with me. I have so so much to catch up on! I've been working a ton but I've been writing every chance I get! I love you all! Please feel free to comment!! Feedback from you guys encourages me more than anything! I hope you enjoy this lil holiday blurb!

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"My darlings!" Winifred Taylor cooed as she opened her arms to you and her son. "Come in! Come in! You'll catch your death!" You both grinned, bending down to let the little woman hug you.

"Mum-" Roger giggled, hugging her tight. "The whole house smells like Burbon!"

She chuckled happily, giving the same mischievous smile Roger always did when he was up to no good. "I'm only making fruitcake, you nutter! Shame on you! Making a drunkard out of me!" She gave a teasing wink, pinching his cheek lovingly. She rubbed it softly with her thumb, noticing how his skin was still red and cold from the snow.

"Was the trip easy enough on you? You've got to watch out for the black ice, Roger, you know.-" Roger chuckled to himself as he helped you peel off your gloves, icey and wet from the snow. Winifred continued her tittering as she carried in a little tea tray from the kitchen, "It worries me! You driving in that horrible van! You have nice tires right? And you drive slowly in the snow?"

"Yes, mum." He smiled softly as he warmed your hands between his own.

"You're cold!", She exclaimed, suddenly noticing your shivers. "Oh my dear! Come darling, let's get you warmed up. My goodness, you get more and more lovely every time I see you!" You blushed to yourself as she sat you on the couch, draping a quilt over your shoulders and passing you a tea cup and saucer. "Here you are dear...Look at you! I can hardly believe it! I swear, just yesterday you two were sitting on this same couch listening to that little radio show you both loved so much. Always giggling and whispering back and forth..."

Roger's chest went warm at the thought. His best friend...always rough housing and laughing with him until his big blue eyes filled with happy tears. He plopped down in the arm chair beside you, humming. "You remember when you got those rollerskates for Christmas?" He smiled at the thought, chuckling. "The ones that strapped onto you shoes? Little red wheels?"

You grinned, nodding with excitement at the little memory. "My mom kept telling us we'd break our necks if we tried them out while the road was icy!"

He laughed, blushing with embarrassment, "God, we never listened  did we?"

Winifred scoffed, "No! You didn't! Cheeky little goblins!" She shook her head amusedly, taking your empty cup from the table. "Do either of you need anything to eat? I'm going to check the cake."

Roger giggled, "Sure you are, mum! You just need another shot!"

She tutted, giving him a teasingly stern glance, "I'm going to need a few shots if you keep razzing me Roger Meddows!"

You giggled sweetly at her playful exasperation as Roger pried himself up from the easy chair and wandered over to plop down next to you on the couch, laying his head in your lap. Smiling, you gently twirled one of his blonde locks around on your finger. He scrunched his nose, giving a big, loud yawn and stretching his arms.

You chuckled softly, "Sleeping Beauty prick her finger?"

"Hey! Some of us didn't get to doze off in the passenger seat the whole ride over!" His voice was sweet and croaky with drowsiness.

"I packed your whole bloody suitcase for you! You baby!"

His jaw dropped, brow furrowing, "I am not a baby!"

You laughed, and Roger couldn't help but grin at the sound. He'd always loved your laugh. It sounded like a bird song. He smirked, "At least I don't talk in my sleep!" You crooked your brow and he grinned, knowing he had you.

"I don't talk in my sleep!"

"Oh yes you do! Mumbled the whole way here!" Your ears started to go warm as he grinned at his cleverness. "Oh, Roger! Roger I'm so in love with you! You're beautiful, Roger!" He mimicked you teasingly, making your stomach sink.

Your cheeks flushed completely red, your eyes going wide. Your throat tightened, and Roger could feel you stiffen. His smile faded.

 "I....I....I never...said..." You swallow thickly, gently guiding Roger to sit up from his place against your lap.

Winifred wandered back into the living room, dusting flour from her hands. "Would anyone fancy a movie? Or I have home videos!"

"Actually...I...-"

Her bright eyes faded as she saw the look on your face.

"-...I think I'm going to go onto bed."

 Her expression fell. "Oh heavens darling, are you alright? It looks like you've seen a ghost." She cradled your face sweetly, feeling your temperature with the back of her hand.

"I'm alright." You gave a weak smile, holding her wrists. "Truly. Everything is so lovely. I'm just...just tired from the travel I suppose."

She gave a little nod, glancing to Roger, who stood and grabbed your suitcase. Winifred grabbed an extra blanket from the linen closet and a bathrobe. "I planned for you to sleep in Roger's room. Would that be alright?"

You nodded quietly, taking your suitcase from Roger. "I've got it."

He frowned, releasing the suitcase and allowing you to roll it down the hall.

***

Winifred spread the extra blanket over the bed, dutifully smoothing any wrinkles with the back of her hand, "Did he say something rude to you? He's rude at times. I know it. He says things he doesn't mean-"

"Oh no...No he's been so lovely, Winifred, I promise." You combed through your hair gently as you unbuckled your suitcase. "I just...I think I've been a bit silly." Your voice broke a little as your eyes burnt with the beginning with tears. You busied in your suitcase, searching out pajamas.

"Silly, how, my love?"

"I..um..." Timidly, you turn to face her. "...I think I started to let myself believe that...that maybe Roger might love me." You held your pajamas against your chest shakily, A tear escaping to roll down your cheek.

Winifred's expression softened, "Oh darling-"

You sniffled, wiping your tears. "I mean, I know he loves me as...as his friend, you know? He loves the girl he got into trouble with and tested out r-rollerskates with and-"

The little woman frowned as you fought the quivering of your voice.

"But I think I always hoped that maybe he'd...he'd love me in the...the different way." You swallowed thickly, more tears burning. "The way where he'd hold my hand or k-kiss my cheeks o-or-" You broke off into a little sob. Winifred rushed to your side in an instant. Gently, she dried your tears, mumbling little motherly reassurances.

"Oh my goodness gracious, sweetheart, dry up those tears...now now...Roger'll never forgive me if he thinks I've made you cry."

 You whimpered a little apology, choking out a sad laugh.

"No, love, no no no...Don't be sorry." You sniffled softly as she sat you down, gently running her fingers through your hair and whispering reassurances. "Now I don't know everything..." She soothed, tucking a strand behind your ear. "But I do know, that the two of you go together like puzzle pieces." Your eyes fluttered shut. "You always have. It's like you're made for one another. You get each other."

Timidly, you nodded, trying to relax your muscles.

"And I also know, that when you find the person that fits you like a puzzle piece, there's not anything on earth that could keep you from loving that person." Your heart calmed, and you sniffled, nodding with tearful eyes. Slowly, she lifted your chin with her warm hands, looking you in the eye with a soft smile. She tutted softly, brushing away one last stray tear. "Oh darling...tell that silly boy how you feel."

***

Is was about two in the morning before you finally worked up the courage to stumble into the living room.

Roger laid across the couch, staring up at the glowing Christmas tree with exhausted, open eyes. Quietly, you walked over, sitting yourself on the floor beside the couch where he laid. He perked up, glancing at you. You met his eyes, heart settling in your chest as he gave you a soft, apologetic smile.

"Couldn't sleep?"

You shook your head gently.

He sighed, "Me either. Guess it's always hard to sleep on Christmas Eve though, huh?" You nodded again, giving a soft smile. "Used to toss and turn all night waiting for..."He yawned, stretching. "Father Christmas."

 You smiled dreamily. Even as sleep deprived as you were each Christmas morning, it never stopped you from running down the street to Roger's house to share and brag of your spoils.

"Mhm...It's not Christmas Eve anymore though, is it?" He glanced it the clock, "Merry Christmas, pretty girl."

His voice was still sleepy and rough. Gently, he reached down to take your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

You met his eyes, smiling back at him lovingly. "Merry Christmas, Roger Meddows."

He gave a little chuckle at the mimick of his mother, sighing again and squeezing your hand. "I didn't mean to upset you, earlier. I'm sorry." He shot you a sympathetic look, gauging your response before he moved over on the couch, giving you room to curl up beside him if you wanted. His eyes looked hopeful. Slowly, you climbed up beside him. He gave a happy sigh as you relaxed against his chest.

"I'm...I'm sorry I ran off..." You hummed into his Pajama shirt. He gave your arm a sweet little rub, a silent acceptance of your apology. "I think I just got embarrassed."

"Embarassed..." He whispered sleepily, playing with your hair. You pause, eyes fluttering close as you enjoy his touch.

"B-Because....Because I do think you're beautiful."

His hand paused where it was combing through your hair, and he turned to meet your gaze. His eyes were big with surprise.

"Yeah?"

You nodded shyly, heart speeding as his lips spread into a grin.

"You really mean it?"

You nodded again, a deep blush spreading over your cheeks.

He laid back against the armrest, a lazy, blissful smile on his face. "Blimey.....I mean...Blimey."

You chuckled softly, nervously tucking hair behind your ear, "You're happy?"

"Of course I'm happy, silly thing! You're my best friend." He gave a soft smile, joy in his sleepy eyes. "I've loved you since I was six..."

You felt like your chest was going to burst, "L-Loved you too...for so long."

There was a pause, and before Roger could stop himself, he kissed you chastely, soft and sweet and gentle.

Your breath hitched, slowly processing what had just happened. Roger's eyes were hooded, and he had just started to stutter out a whispered apology when you gave a little whimper, pulling him back for a longer, needier kiss. He hummed against your lips, cradling your face and holding you tight against him. You nuzzled up against him needily, wrapping your arms around him as you finally let yourself kiss the boy you'd longed to kiss for so many years. Roger grinned against your lips, giving a little giggle. "God, you precious thing..."

You grin, blushing and hiding your face against the crook of his neck, "Rog?" You mumbled timidly. "D-Do you wanna sleep in your bed with me?"

He hummed sleepily, his hand tracing up and down your back.

 "I just...I want you keep holding me and I think it'd be more comfortable than the couch."

 Again, he grinned, groaning as he stood from the couch and scooped you up into his arms bridal style.

You squealed, holding on tight to his shoulders. "I can walk, silly boy!"

"Oh no no. I'm never letting you go again. Im afraid you're stuck with me."

You slept well that night with him curled up beside you, wrapping you up tight in his arms.

In fact, you were sure you hadn't slept so well in your whole life.

And that Christmas morning, Winifred was very pleased to find an empty couch in her living room.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

The Magician; Brian May x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay guys here we go with the final part of my Hallowqueen series. I apologize if the whole story feels rushed, I sorta struggled trying to make the sweetest guy of Queen into a dark fictionized magician but I hope I still made you guys happy.  Thank you all so much to everyone who gave this mini series a chance and I hope that in the next couple of days, you all have a happy and safe Halloween. Enjoy my lovely darlings and I hope to have the next part of my Aladdin queen series back up hopefully this weekend ;)

Warnings: DEATH, drugs (not like drugs drugs but like poison drugs) hints of dissection, and yeah just some dark themes with this fic.

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@ixchel-9275​

@waddles03​

@geek-and-proud​

@mexifangorl​

@queendeakyy​

@precioustyler​

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While walking through the circus you soon find yourself bumping into someone.

“Sorry.”

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going!” the man hissed at you.  You look to see a rather mean looking adult.  He was at least twice your age and had multiple piercings as well as a tattoo across the left side of his face.

“I said I was sorry.”

“But clearly you’re too stupid to even look up to see that someone’s in front of you!”

“What’s going on here?” a voice soon called out. You both turned around and soon coming up was the curly haired magician.  The pierced man then tried to make himself look like the victim.

“Well I was just minding my own business when this hussy out of nowhere tried to assault me.”

“What?! No I—”

“Simon you’ve tried this before back in Montreal and Vancouver. And quite frankly I’m sick of it, so apologize to the lady and kindly remove yourself from the circus, less I lay the message to Freddie about this.” At the mention of that name, the man turned pale.  But he turns to you and said in a snappy voice.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He then stormed off.

“Simon can be a bit of a handful. Honestly I don’t know why he keeps coming in. We’ve tried to have tighter security against him since he’s caused some problems in the past. You okay though love?”

“Yeah, I’m—I’m fine. But it was kinda my fault I—I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going.”

“True, but Simon shouldn’t have been so cruel to someone who apologizes, especially if they are a woman. I can’t stand men who treat women with disrespect.” Wow, a true gentleman huh? “How about I make it up to you with some tea in my trailer? If that’s alright with you of course.”

“Oh I couldn’t impose.”

“Nonsense love, I insist. Besides it’s getting cold out there, at least drink something warm before you leave.” You ponder on the offer and you begin to think it wouldn’t hurt, plus it’d be free tea and you could also get to know the handsome curly haired sorcerer a bit more.

“Only if you’re okay with it.” He smiled a wide but warm smile as he said.

“I would be honored.”

“I’m (y/n).” you introduce yourself.  The magician takes your hand and says his name.

“Brian. Brian May.” He then kisses the back of your hand and you could feel your heart skip a beat as you stare into those beautiful blue eyes of his.

He then guides you into his trailer and has you sit down on the blue couch and you can’t help but admire some of the things he has inside.  A telescope, a mini bookshelf with all kinds of spell books as well as astronomy books and physics books.

He comes back and hands you a beautiful crafted Victorian teacup that was white with pink roses painted along the entire cup.

“I hope you like it, it’s herbal tea. Good for the soul.” You thank him and you take a sip but can’t help but taste something bitter.  You try to hold in a grimace but he seems to notice it as he says, “Do you not like it?”

“No, no it’s just—never really had herbal tea like this before.”

“Well I tend to make my teas differently because I use true organic materials and raw herbs without all the pesticides teashop owners use nowadays.” He says.

“And there’s nothing wrong with that. So by saying that I’m gonna take a guess that you’re also a vegetarian.” He fiddles around with his teacup as he says.

“I know Roger and Fred mock me for it, but I just think it’s cruel to eat animals when they’ve never done anything to us.”

“Wait so you’re also an animal activist too?” you ask as you turn fully to face him.

“In my downtime. At least before I joined this circus I was a part of many animal rights groups. Was about to star my own organization before Fred found me.”

“Oh my god I never thought I would meet another animal right’s activist here.”

“Wait so you’re…..” you then show him your bracelet which was an organization for Badger conservation. “You help out badgers?”

“Been working with these guys since high school. We help rescue, rehabilitate, and release badgers once they’re done recovering.” You say proudly.

“That’s amazing love, badgers are one of my favorite animals.”

“For real? Mine too. I never met another person who loves badgers.”

“Well here I am.” The two of you laugh and that’s when he asks you.  “So how did you get involved with the badger program?”

“Well like I said it was when I was graduating high school. I always wanted to be a vet technician but not for just domesticated pets, I wanted to do the exotic animals like wolves, badgers, hedgehogs, foxes, bears.”

“And did you become one?”

“Well I would’ve but then the math got too hard for me so I ended up failing college at the time.  After a couple years I went back and made my major to English. Kinda stupid huh?”

“No not at all. There’s nothing wrong with an English degree. What was your area of study?”

“Folklore and mythology.”

“Really? That sounds fascinating.”

“It really wasn’t. I mean at least the courses I was required to take weren’t. There was hardly any courses on the real mythology that I could take at my college. Anyways it was then I saw a flier for rescuer volunteers for this organization. I gave them a call, did the interview and here I am 10 years later.”

“That’s amazing. How many rescues were you apart of?”

“Well I didn’t get out onto the field till 18 months after my training. But if I remember correctly I think I’ve done 100 rescues.”

“Wow.” Brian said in awe as he kept his eyes locked right on you.

“Yeah. My recent rescue was a pair of hedgehogs. They got swept up by the river from the recent storms we’ve been having.”

“Aww the poor little things. Are they alright?”

“Yeah, they’re currently being incubated to get their body temperatures up. But nothing serious was damaged, just a little cold, wet and scared. At least the siblings didn’t get separated from each other.”

“Yeah. There’s nothing worse than when animal siblings get separated from each other.”

“Right. Alright I’ve bored you enough with my stories.”

“Oh no love not at all. I find your story very interesting. I mean if anything I think I’ll be the one boring you if I were to tell you my story.”

“Well I’ve got all night Bri.” You don’t know why you called him that so you quickly apologize. “I’m sorry I-I-I-I just…..”

“It’s alright. In fact all my friends call me that. Plus it—sounds lovely when you say it.” You couldn’t help the slight blush that came across your face, and it only seem to grow darker as you felt his hand take yours and you can feel his calloused thumb stroke the back of it. “Well to make a long story short besides animal loving, I’ve always just been fascinated by space and the wonders of the universe. As a sorcerer I get a further in depth look at what lies beyond the cosmos, and actually bring it before an audience.”

It was then his hand began to glow a soft blue color and soon all around the trailer was a mini-version to the galaxy he had presented earlier that night.  All the constellations coming to life in their pictured form.  Pisces the fish swam around you while Leo came up to you and nuzzled your head.

Orion the hunter stood before you and bowed in respect almost like he was greeting a Queen.  You smile and bow back to him before he dissolves back into the stars.

“Oh Brian this—never did I imagine the cosmos could be so beautiful.” You whisper in awe.

“I may hold the cosmos and everything regarding the universe in the palm of my hand, but I see a far more beautiful sight in front of me.” You turn and see that he’s looking at you with such wonder and warmth.  

At his pickup line you can’t help but bashfully lower your head but he lifts your chin up so that he can look at you properly. He stands up and holds his hand out to you.

“I normally don’t ask this but—would you like to dance?” you look up at him and you couldn’t explain it but there was something just pulling you towards him.  You take his hand and he helps you stand up.

“Uhh Bri?”

“Hmm?”

“I—don’t know if a trailer is a good place for dancing.”

“Oh right, silly me.” With a wave of his hand, the trailer almost seemed to disappear and all that was surrounding you was nothing but starry skies. “Is this better?” he asks you.

“Yeah.” You muttered.  He takes your hand in his and slowly almost kinda sensually wraps his other arm around your waist, making shivers and sparks of electricity run up your spine.  He then leads you in a gentle sway.

You both stare into each other’s eyes and that’s when Brian says to you.

“(Y/n). Has—anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle like the stars themselves?”

“No one but you Bri.” You confess.  He leans his forehead against yours and you can’t help but surrender to his touch as you close your eyes and lean closer toward his lips.  Soon enough your lips meet with his and you end up kissing him.

At first you had no idea why you were doing this and one part of your head was telling you to back away and stop it, but then there was this other part telling you to keep going.  You feel his hand gently cup underneath your jawline which caused the kiss to go deeper.

You moan as you quickly fall under the spell of Brian’s kiss.  If he wasn’t magical before then there was definitely something about him because you just couldn’t stop kissing him, nor did you want to separate from him.

Suddenly you felt this agonizing pain in your stomach. You forced yourself to break free of Brian’s kiss and embrace and the room turned back into the trailer.

“(Y/n), love are you alright?” your vision started going in and out as you pant.

“I—suddenly don’t feel so good. God my—my head’s spinning like a top.”

“Perhaps some more tea will help you?”

“No, no…..” you try to walk away but all you ended up stumbling around the trailer, knocking things over. “Air….I need air….” You somehow finally managed to reach the doorknob but a hand covers your own. You look up and see through your blurry vision, three Brian’s.

“You’re too sick to go out my dear. Please rest. I can take care of you.”

“No, no I…..” he picks you up bridal style and takes you into what looked like a bedroom.  He sets you down on the black bedsheets and the next thing you feel is a cold rag being dabbed across your sweating face. “Wha—the tea….”

“You’re mumbling love. I can’t understand you.”

“The tea tasted bitter—what did you put in it?”

“As I said before it was freshly grown herbs, tea leaves, a teaspoon of honey.”

“No you—you poisoned it…..somehow. I…..” you groan in agony and that’s when you hear.

“Well. There was one more thing, but it wasn’t poison. A special potion I brewed up myself. Amortentia.”

“Wha?”

“Think of it as a—love potion of sorts. It increases pheromones in the body as well as estrogen. It’s not harmful once digested, just increases your hormones a bit.” This didn’t make any sense.

If the tea wasn’t poisoned, the why did it feel like you were dying? You groan in agony again and you could hear Brian’s gentle coos and shushing as he lay down close beside you, stroking your cheek and kissing around your face.

Wait; unless—no it…..it couldn’t be that way.

“Figuring it out now love?” his voice suddenly had a darker tone to it.  You look up at him and he just grins down at you darkly as he chuckles in the same dark tone. “At first I didn’t want to believe Freddie but I guess it is true that one kiss can seal someone’s life.” He brushes the hair out of your face and walks over to his dresser.

He then holds up what looked like a stick of chap stick but as he opens it he says.

“With a bit of nigh shade berries and a dash of arsenic, it does become quite the concoction for a—toxic kiss.” Ahhh shit! How could you be soo foolish to accept the tea? That’s always the first thing people poison whenever it comes to a murdering or killing, so why were you so stupid?!

He comes back over to you and tells you as he hovers over you.

“Now don’t get me wrong love. It’s nothing personal, and nothing against you. In fact—you are beautiful. Too beautiful in fact to be in this body. You are a true star that should belong in the cosmos. So allow me to help you get there. Well—it’s not like you have a choice in the matter anyways.” He chuckles once more before pulling something out of his drawer.

“Please……don’t do this.” You whisper with your last breath. He looks down at you and cups the side of your face and whispers.

“No need to be afraid love. And no need to be embarrassed. Your body is beautiful. And I will enjoy every second of this.” He then shows you a scalpel.  You wish you could scream but the only sound you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat slowly stopping.  Your vision goes dark and soon all you feel is numbness before you finally draw your last breath.

Within a week in Paris, Brian now stood before the audience showing the audience the beauty of the cosmos.

“So you see monsieur’s and mademoiselles. The stars show us what lies beyond our universe. And sometimes, we can see those we love amongst them.” It was then a formation of stars came down before Brian and they morphed into a young woman with (h/l) hair and her eyes were replaced by two of the brightest stars ever imagined.  “Hello my love.”

Her arms wrapped around Brian and she leaned up against his chest and clung onto him like a child needing comfort from their parent.

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A/N: This is a thing that took me a week to put together how I liked it to be. It's short, wouldn't consider it a whole imagine, only a drabble. I've been horny and lonely and creative, whatever. You can imagine this with Brian or Gwilym!Brian (like I did). Happy reading!

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“I can't wait, baby, I need you now.” Brian whispers in her ear, his hands roaming and rubbing all over Emma's chest and stomach. She closes her eyes and moans, leaning into Brian with her back. The guitarist's hand travels down to between her thighs, and presses his skilled fingers against her clit. Emma squeezes her thighs together, trapping his hand in between them. They both moan, craving each other badly. Brian takes his hand back and Emma whimpers at the loss of the already limited contact.

He moves them both and she is pushed against the wall, her back colliding with it. Brian's lips are on her in an instant, feeling her skin, starved after her and the taste of her. He quickly takes Emma's shirt off over her head, making her fall hard against the wall again once it's off. Emma takes his hips between her hands and pulls them against her own, making Brian grunt loudly. 

“Fuck, Emma.” He says, his head falling between her soon-to-be exposed breasts. They're now only covered by her dark red bralette, and if Brian wasn't in such a hurry to get inside her, he would've worshiped her breasts for hours on end. 

She does a good job on taking off Brian's pants and he kicks them off his legs. He zips open her skirt and it falls right off her thighs. Brian whimpers at the sight of her—the wetness between her legs is visible through her pink lace panties. Fuck, he loves that colour on her. 

Brian can't wait anymore, he forgets about his shirt until Emma's hands start going under it. Brian moans at her touches, his eyes fluttering shut, but takes her hands away. He looks down at her, eyes completely blurred by the thick layer of lust. Emma figures it's time for her to confess some sins.

“I was close to coming when you played on stage.” She says, her hands tying behind Brian's neck. He barely raises his eyebrows at her. “Watching your fingers play those strings... God, you turned me on so much.”

“Is that why you're practically dripping, baby?” Brian asks in a husky tone, touching her between her legs again. A high-pitched moan slips past Emma's lips and she nods. “You're teasing me, love.”

“Well, you're teasing me.” She fires back in response to his comment. Brian smirks and dips his middle finger further into her through her underwear, which makes Emma's back arch off the wall, gripping tight onto Brian's neck. 

He suddenly draws away and Emma cries out. Brian grips her hips and looks at Emma again. “Turn around for me, love.” He requests and Emma is completely lost at his words. 

She obliges and turns her back to Brian and he falls against her after taking off his underwear. “Brian, please—” she starts to beg, but stops when Brian moves her knickers to the side. He teases her entrance for a second, and finally pushes inside of her. The feeling is too over-whelming for the both of them, and Emma grips onto the side of the wall for support. 

The pair haven't seen each other for three weeks, and they both have been touch-starved the whole time. Brian more than Emma, really. An image of their last night together before he went on tour replayed in his mind every day and every night, and he was very turned on. He was eager to do anything just to be with her and touch her again. And fucking her now from behind was simply mind-blowing.

It was something they had never done before, and because Emma is far too turned on, she complied immediately to his command. Brian's pushing in and out of her quicker than he usually does, and he pushes her thighs apart to gain better access. It makes Emma shout out loud as she already feels close to her orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” Brian drags out his words, his eyes switching between open and closed at the ecstatic feeling. He's so deep inside her that he's sure he's seeing actual stars, “you're taking me so well. Oh, fuck.” He growls.

“Ugh, Brian...” Emma cries out. She feels Brian moving between her cheeks and she almost collapses against the damned wall.  

“God, I waited for this so long.” Brian admits and grunts, his thrusts growing in speed. 

“D-Did you think about having me like this when we were apart?” Emma asks and Brian nods eagerly, accompanied by a needy whine. 

“Fuck yes.” He answers and Emma grins. She pushes her back against Brian's chest, her head falling below his neck. She wants to feel his lips on her, she needs to. 

Her hand snakes around the back of Brian's neck while she moves up and down his length. Brian watches her with partly closed eyes, her breasts moving beneath the fabric of her bralette in rhythm of his thrusts into her. His eyes close at the bliss of being inside her again, and watching her fall apart before him.

Emma is panting and moaning and whimpering in Brian's arms, close to her release. Brian feels her legs trembling against his and he smirks. Emma finally turns Brian's head towards her and pulls his lips down on hers. They both moan, and Brian's sounds like a groan of gladness, like he's finally where he's supposed to be. 

The feeling of his voice vibrating through out her is what takes for Emma to come. “Brian, Brian, I'm coming...” she tries to announce against his lips, and Brian nods, silencing her with a kiss once more. 

“Come on, love, come for me.” He encourages her and slides his hands up and down her sides. Her wetness completely soaks her panties and she spills all over Brian's cock. “Fuck, yes.” He moans, and chants 'yes' and Emma's name as he feels himself coming inside of her.

“Bri, fill me up,” Emma says and Brian whimpers at her words, “come inside of me, baby, God, I've missed you so much.” She admits and right at the end of her sentence, she feels Brian spilling his warmth inside her. They're both convulsing from the incredible orgasms they've just had, and Brian slows down his sloppy thrusts until he pulls out of his girl.

Emma exhales deeply and rests her palms against the wall, leaning on them. She's just trying to regain her breathing, when Brian comes in contact with her again, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. She's almost forced to lean up again, relaxing against Brian's chest for the umptieth time tonight.

“God, you were incredible.” He says and Emma closes her eyes, enjoying his comforting kisses on her skin. Much contrasting to how rough he was with her seconds ago. 

“You really thought about fucking me from behind while you were here, on tour?” She asks, grinning and Brian hums.

“Popped into my mind one lonely night.” He replies and Emma chuckles, her fingers threading through Brian's hair. He starts to move them both backwards into the room, so they'd sit on the hotel bed, and they land with a soft tud and legs tangled together. 

“Am I right to assume that lonely night was filled with some inappropriate activities?” Emma asks and glances at Brian over her shoulder. She's laying in his arms, and they're practically cuddling, Brian embracing her from behind. Has this been some oppressed turn-on for him? 

They tangle their hands together and Emma raises them above them both, watching as their fingers are playing. “You may assume that.” Brian says with a smile. Emma giggles, and then turns around to face Brian. He's completely naked, while she's in her wrecked knickers and bralette. Almost unfair, if Brian may interject. (A/N: Little word play for you all hehehehehe)

“Is this the part of the evening when we dress again and go out, doing 'couple stuff' together?” Emma asks with a playful smile on her features. Brian chuckles.

“When has sex been removed from the list of 'couple stuff'?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and Emma laughs, collapsing against him from her laughter. 

“No, wait, let me re-phrase that.” She says once she's done laughing. She clears her throat. “Is this the part of the evening when I tell you how much I've missed you and you do the same? When we become insufferable romantics?”

“Already did that in a slightly different way, but yeah.” He says and Emma smiles. “Would you like to have dinner with me?” Brian asks queitly, searching her eyes. 

“Dinner? With you? Outrageous! I could never.” Emma jokes, and Brian tries hard to keep a straight face, but fails. “What do I wear?” She asks eventually.

“Nothing.” Brian replies, shaking his head and tracing Emma's side with his finger. It takes her breath away, and Brian can see it in the way that her lips part and her eyes grow a little wider. 

“You know, I kinda liked you taking me from the back like that.” She admits with a sly grin. Brian hums.

“Well then, we should try that more often.” He responds. “Maybe there's anything that you'd like to try?” He suggests with both eyebrows raised. Emma shrugs.

“If anything comes to mind, I'll definitely tell you.” She says, but it's not like she hasn't thought about trying anything new in bed with Brian. She's just to ashamed to admit what turns her on.

“I see right through your white little lie.” Brian tells her and Emma brings her head into her hands, blushing with embarrassment. “Put on any of your pretty dresses, and let's go.” He says and stands up from the bed, groaning a little. 

“Don't think I'm really capable of going anywhere after you having your way with me.” Emma responds, watching Brian walk across the room to the bathroom. He shoots her a wink before closing the door behind him, and Emma smiles with the same blush as before on her cheeks. 

“Have to put on a dress and look like I wasn't just fucked hard by the sexiest guitarist currently out there.” Emma says to herself quietly, but with a proud smile before also standing up from the bed and walking over to her suitcase. She'll find a dress to wear.

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