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eileen-crys · 2 days
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For this year's anniversary of John Deacon meeting his future lifelong wife Veronica at a disco (26th March 1971) I made a sort of extra panel of my comic from last year 🥰 Iwent a bit more manga-like this time and sadly I had to rush it, but I still hope you'll like it anyway 💕💕💕
Please do not repost without credits! Reblogs and comments are welcomed 💜
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johnica-weeks · 4 months
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Johnica Week 2024
When is the event? 📆
This year's Johnica Week will start on Thursday 18th January and end on Sunday 21st January! For the first time the event will START on their wedding anniversary and continue throughout the weekend 🥰 But as always, don't worry if you're late! You can keep sending your contributions after the last day, these are simply indicative days to gather all together 💕
Where? 🔎
Here on Tumblr, on AO3 and also on Instagram for visual artists!
💚 Use the tag #JohnicaWeek2024 in your entries here and on Instagram!
📚 > Here is the AO3 COLLECTION where to post your fics! <
💚 Tag @eileen-crys and/or @johnica-weeks in your works so I can read, see and share them!
📚 At the end of the event I’ll make a Tumblr masterlist with all the works!
2020 Masterlist | 2021 Masterlist | 2022 Masterlist | 2023 Masterlist
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The Theme 🎁
The 49th Wedding Anniversary comes soon before the huge milestone of the 50 years together, and it's usually represented by various symbols that I added to the prompts: Zircon, Orchids, the color Purple, and luxurious gifts. The main theme of this year's event is GIFTS, the act of giving the partner something material or abstract as an act of selflessness, that can have various meanings and various reactions.
Like all the prompts, it’s up to you to follow the theme or not, consider it just as a general theme that you could build your entries around. I chose some prompts that might fit this theme, that are about gifts as physical objects or as ideas for situations or alternative worldbuildings.
How? 🖼
You're encouraged to join with your preferred creative media or challenge yourself with something new! Fanfictions, drawings, comics, poetry, collages and photo edits, moodboards, anything you like! More in the RULES below.
Like all Ship Weeks, this is a fandom event to share love and creativity related to a particular couple, so be sure to engage with the entries and support all the artists and writers that chose to join! Reblog, leave likes/kudos and comment on the artworks to keep the fandom alive! 💜💖💕💜💖💕
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Day 1 • 18 January (Anniversary!)
Flowers: Orchids are symbols of love, beauty, refinement, fertility, strength and resilience, and mature charm.
Surprise gift!
Handmade by the other
Young, poor and happy together
"I've got a loving wife and a couple of kids at home, that'll do me!"
Day 2 • 19 January
The color: Purple can evoke spirituality, mystery, royalty, imagination, compassion, fantasy, wisdom, creativity and sensitivity.
A kinky gift 😏
Concert tickets
Radio interview
“When you love something, you protect it with your entire life. Right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”
Day 3 • 20 January
Gemstone: Zircon zircon is a talisman of travelers. They count on it to lead to a shelter and show the right way. Plus, it is able to protect from injuries. Women used the gem to ease childbirth, drive away evil spirits, enhance health, get wisdom, and attract good luck.
Rejecting a gift
Torn between options
Dreaming and daydreaming
"You remembered something I’d mentioned a million years ago!"
Day 4 • 21 January
Celebration: Luxury the 49th wedding anniversary is the step right before the big 50, also known as the Golden wedding. All the symbols represent the wealth of experience a couple has after being married for nearly five decades. Two people who are willing to work together and compromise and do all the things that make a marriage successful deserve to celebrate with a bit of Luxury.
Matching pyjamas
Spa experience / Pampering one another
Knowing each other like an open book
"Oh my, this must have been expensive!" "Nothing is expensive enough for you, my love."
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What can you do? ✒
You can join with fanfics, edits and moodboards, drawings of all kinds and if you want to sing or play an instrument please feel free to!
The requirements are:
John and Veronica Deacon as the main pairing;
Your love and creativity! 🥰
You can write/draw:
Fics with and without accurate settings and timelines;
Alternative Universes (AU) of any kind and genre, mixed or not with the prompts (ex. Fem!John AU + coffee shop, A/B/O AU + Superpowers);
“What if"s;
Genderswap/genderbending of any kind;
Other Queen members, friends, pairings, family, poly ships (that have to involve both John and Veronica!), OCs, etc…
Fluff, angst, crack, hurt/comfort, action, mystery, sexy times… anything you fancy!
🔥 NSFW is allowed with PROPER TAGS! IMPORTANT note: please interact with NSFW only if you’re +18! 🔞
… and more! If you’re unsure feel free to ask!
We’re here to celebrate John and Veronica Deacon, not to create drama or fights nor to disrespect their privacy. So please be considered about your entries and comments and always try to be respectful to John, to Veronica, to their family and friends, to the people who ship them or ship other couples and to your audience.
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HOW to post? 🤔
You can post your entries here on Tumblr, on AO3 and on Instagram, using the hashtag #JohnicaWeek2024 and tagging me.
If you prefer, you can post anonymously on AO3, HERE is an easy guide on how to do it!
If you’re on Tumblr and want to post a fic anonymously please send me a DM and I’ll post it on @johnica-weeks on your behalf, crediting it as Anonymous author! I will also post fics from Anon authors posted on AO3 here on tumblr on Anon's behalf.
🔥 TAG your work APPROPRIATELY! This includes all potential triggers and smut. On Tumblr you can include the appropriate warnings at the top of the fic followed by a "keep reading” cut (you can add it in desktop version AND on mobile by writing :readmore: in a new line!) Also be sure to tag the rating of your fic, the genre and the themes of your story, enough to help the readers!
✨ If you’re still unsure, HERE’s a useful guide on how to tag your works!
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As a reader... 📖
If you’re a fan of John, of Johnica or simply like to read fanfictions, positive interactions are always much welcomed! Support the authors by leaving likes, a comment (even a little one!) and sharing their work. On AO3 you don’t need an account to leave Kudos and Comments! (Unless the author has willingly prevented guests to comment). To leave a comment on AO3 you simply have to choose a temporary mail and set your email to get a notification for an eventual reply.
If a work is not tagged appropriately, you can reach out to me via DM and I’ll warn the author. If anything makes you uncomfortable, simply close the work! Do not engage by leaving nasty comments or messaging the author!
🔥 IMPORTANT!!! 🔥
During the event, if any of you/your entries gets hateful comments or messages towards you, your entries, the Johnica ship, the event or other creators, please DELETE the hateful comment/message right away with no interactions and let me know! This is no place for haters, just for creativity and love. If you see a hateful comment on other works do not engage, instead leave a positive comment to the same work and support the author! 💜
Realistic or not, remember that fanfictions are, by definition, FICTIONAL and not meant to be a documentary! There are lots of things we don’t know about John and Veronica’s private lives and don’t want to go in too deeply, gossip or speculate about them, so feel free to fly with your fantasy and let your creativity flow! 😊💖 Most of all… have fun, respect each other and support each other’s works!
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Dividers and graphics by @firefly-graphics and @johnica-weeks. As always for any info and question feel free to send an ask or a DM!
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itsjuyced1 · 1 month
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Happy Valentine's Day! ❤️
Since they were already married at the time, let's pretend they left Robert at home with the nanny to have a romantic night and celebrate their love (and maybe order the second baby with the stork.) 🤭
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Turntables - Johnica Week 2024
Summary: John and Veronica like to think that their tastes are different, but upon trading a book and a record each week, they find that they have a little more in common than they think.
Notes: Thank you so much for reading this very late submission for Johnica Week Days 1 and 2! I'd like to thank @eileen-crys / @johnica-weeks for hosting!
Read here!
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julescape · 8 months
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"Hospital visit" Johnica fanfic
hey all!💕 the thought of writing something involving john's dog a bit more has been in my mind for a some time now and i feel like she fit nicely into this fic (even if she's not really centered here)! it plays around mid 2010s in summer. i hope you enjoy reading, and if so, please leave me some feedback, thank you so much!!
word count: 3,1k
warnings: hospital/surgery talk, underlying angst (but the plot is just fluff really)
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The house was so lonely and silent without Veronica and any of their six children that it hurt John's heart in the most terrible way. The only company he still had left was their beloved little dog, but it was no comparison to his wife at all, even though he loved Saffy like crazy. John despised that he had to eat dinner alone (take out, he was too lazy to cook. He did, however, share with Saffy), without his wife sitting across from him, that she wasn't there to cheekily comment on whatever they were watching on the TV, and even more so that he had to get ready for bed without her by his side. He hurried to get his bathroom routine over with, but the loneliness only got worse when he crawled into their bed on his usual side. Saffy hopped up as well, making herself a place on Veronica's pillow, now that it was free. For a moment, he found himself wishing he was with his wife in the hospital she was currently in, no matter how much he feared those sterile places full of sick and dying people, she was more important to him. But they hadn't let him stay longer than the visiting hours, and so, he was damned to deal with the silence in their home.
Sighing, John turned onto his side and reached out for his phone on the nightstand. His wife's number was on speed dial, and a smile spread on his face as she answered almost instantly.
"Hi", she spoke softly, her voice weaker than usual which worried him even more. Her surgery wasn't until tomorrow, but he was so scared for her already. The mere thought of her all alone in the white hospital bed brought him close to tears once again, causing him to fail to reply.
"John? Are you there? The phone's not working properly!"
He chuckled a little at this. "Your phone is working just fine, Ronnie. - How are you doing, mh?"
"The same as two hours ago", she told him resignedly and he could almost hear her rolling her eyes as she was sure it would've been fine to go to the hospital an hour before her actual surgery. She hated hospitals almost as much as him.
"Saffy's missing you", John murmured as he ran his fingers over the curly white fur. "She's laying on your pillow, probably wondering where the hell you and your special treats are."
Veronica chuckled a little, warming his insides in the very best way. "There's still some in my bedside drawer, if you want to give her some."
"No, she's not used to getting treats in bed from me, that's your little ritual with her. - Are you allowed to walk around outside?"
"Well, yes, why?", she replied with confusion.
John smiled even before telling her the plan he'd thought of this afternoon, a possibility the couple hadn't considered yet for whatever reason. "I'll come by with Saffy tomorrow so you can see her again."
"Oh!", she gasped. "Oh, really?! How? She hates the car, she's going to puke!"
"I'll take the bike."
Veronica burst out laughing at that, and the sound was so heavenly to him that he closed his eyes and simply allowed the tears to stream down his cheeks in their silent way. Oh, he missed her so much... Two days were enough for him to long for her more than anything, and he hoped dearly that she wouldn't notice his crying, he didn't want her to have another thing to worry about.
"There's no way you'll do this! Do we even have a working bicycle? Maybe she'll get sick from that too?"
"Uhm", he made, hesitating for a second. "There should be one of the kid's ones in the garage, and, unless I'm mistaken, it has a basket on it, too. I'll just see how she's coping with it, then I can decide if I drive all the way to you."
His wife failed to answer for a moment, probably thinking his plan over. Patiently, he waited, he knew that she'd reply when she was ready. In that regard, the couple was very similar.
"I think you should wear a helmet."
Well, he hadn't expected that, after all, and it made him smirk a little, imagining himself driving the streets like this. "No way! I can put a helmet on Saffy, if you want."
"No, I'm serious, John, you should wear one! You haven't driven a bike in ages, and, like it or not, you're old and fragile."
"I'm not-"
"Yes, you are", Veronica cut him off, her voice more energetic now. "I don't want you to get hurt, John, so you're going to have to wear a helmet if you want to bring Saffy to me."
He groaned. "Fine, I'll wear a fucking helmet."
"Thank you", she murmured into the phone, and he couldn't be mad at her anymore. In the end, this was just her worry for him, which he appreciated deeply.
"So, I'm planning on coming at eleven o'clock, since your surgery is in the late afternoon, right?"
"They postponed it for an hour, so I'd say it's in the early evening", she informed him tiredly.
"Alright, I'll still be coming around at eleven, then we've got even more time."
"Won't it be a long drive though? Can you even drive for so long? - Wait, can't I look that up in Google?"
John chuckled, unfortunately still very amused by his wife's slight helplessness around technology like this. "Yes, you can."
"How do I do that?"
"It's supposed to be about a twenty minute drive."
"No, I want you to tell me how I can look it up!"
And so, he did. He couldn't say no to her very well, and her ambition touched him for some reason. She'd been very hesitant to get a proper smartphone in the first place, but he'd been patient and explained everything she wanted to know (and things she didn't necessarily want to know) until she'd accepted it like this and had had to admit how practical it was.
It took a couple of minutes until Veronica succeeded and let out a pleased hum.
"The bicycle symbol is right here… You're right, it takes about twenty minutes. That should be doable for you, right?"
"Yes", he confirmed with a hint of pride in her. "So, Saffy and I will come by at around eleven, as I said. I'll call you when I'm there so you know when to come down to us, so you have to put your phone on loud, okay?"
There was a moment of silence, before he heard something rustle. "Alright, got it."
"Great. And remember to bring sunscreen, it's going to be hot out tomorrow."
"Yes, dad", Veronica said, with just a hint of annoyance at his overly protective behavior. He'd always been worried sick when she was in the hospital, since she'd had their first child.
"Alright, alright, make fun of me, I just don't want you to get a sunburn."
"Well, then you have to do it, too. When you're riding the bike all around town, you need to be protected."
"I've got that stupid helmet already, that's enough!", John laughed, and, unbeknownst to him, his wife pressed the phone to herself even further, loving this sound and wishing she could hug him to physically feel his laugh.
"No, you have to put both on, for me, okay?"
"Oh, you're being mean!"
"I'm not, I'm being careful", she explained slowly. "I want you to be there tomorrow with sunscreen, a helmet, and Saffy."
"Yes, ma'am", John joked. He closed his eyes at her giggle, wishing she was here with him, too.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay? For now, just have a good night's sleep, and stop worrying about me."
"I can't stop worrying about you, Ronnie."
"Come on, at least try to think of something else, please? I can't sleep knowing you're worried sick."
The man sighed deeply, knowing there was no point in talking back to her about this matter, anyway. "Alright, I'll try. - I love you, Ronnie."
"Love you too, John. So much."
"I'll never tire of hearing that", he whispered into his phone and squeezed his eyes close, mentally trying to draw an image of his wife in such a horrible white hospital bed in his mind. He knew she was wearing a purple shirt today, always insisting on wearing her own clothes, and grey sweatpants, for comfort. He also knew that she held the phone in her right hand, probably rested on her stomach or chest, since it was on speaker phone, and that she traced the outlines of the cartoon frog on her phone case ever so often. But most of all, he knew that she was scared and that she wished to be home with him, too.
"I'll always love you", Veronica murmured gently, before ending the call, and John was left alone with the uncomfortable silence and the already sleeping dog next to him.
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Veronica started laughing the moment she saw her husband sitting on one of the benches in front of the hospital, waiting for her. He stood up upon hearing that beautiful familiar sound and turned in her direction with a wide smile, their dog eagerly jumping up and down as she spotted her other owner. But that's not what had made her laugh; John was still wearing the helmet like he'd promised, and it was pink and had shimmering golden stars on it, making him look quite ridiculous. For a moment she wondered where he even found that.
Strolling over to her, Saffy followed his moves while excitedly swinging her tail, and John pulled his wife into a hug before whispering a loving greeting.
"You look silly", she replied, unable to stop giggling, before leaning down to pet her dog, who began licking her hand until she pulled away way too soon. Her heart seemed to ache with love for this little creature, but she had to focus on something else first. Taking the loose helmet off his head, she turned it in her hands thoughtfully, before giving it back, still smiling widely in amusement. "Is that Laura's?"
"Obviously! I found it in the garage as well. Lucky me, 'cause for a moment I thought I'd have to buy a new one just for this. - You know, it was pretty humiliating to drive through London with a rusty bike and, well, this on my head."
"You must love me a lot to have done that", Veronica smirked, her eyes shimmering with a hint of tears, a little overwhelmed by his rather romantic actions. Her husband nodded, a little flustered and proud of himself, before leaning down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips.
"I do", he murmured. "How about a stroll down to the park, mh?"
"I'd like that", she said softly, and John handed her the slim leather leash of their dog. She kneeled down on the concrete, not without her husband scolding her to be careful of her knees, and Saffy jumped on her lap, whining a little out of pure joy to see her again while rubbing her little head against the dark shirt. She left a few white hairs back, but Veronica couldn't mind less.
"I missed you too", she cooed with tears in her dark eyes. "Yes, Saffy, yes, I missed you too! Was John nice to you? Yes? Oh, yes, you're so cute, mh?"
John laughed a little upon seeing this scene, and she blushed a little as she stood up and straightened her back. "Don't look at me like I'm crazy, you love her too!"
With a little scoff, he demonstratively turned away. One of their sons had said that he was the typical dog dad once, having not wanted a dog in the first place and being very hesitant even when she'd arrived as a puppy, but he'd warmed up to her ridiculously quickly and was now the first one to be concerned about her and to buy her tons of toys. Even though he didn't show his emotions as much, Veronica knew she was right.
"On a different note, have you thought about the sunscreen?", he asked her with evident worry. She looked a bit caught.
"No… But they didn't have any there, anyway."
He nodded, thoughtful. "I assumed as much, so I brought some."
Veronica watched in awe as he pulled a little tube from his large pockets, proudly showing it to her, while his eyes scanned her outfit quickly. Despite the heat of the day, his wife, ever so cold, was wearing a shirt with half sleeves and ankle-long linen trousers over her favourite comfortable sandals, and therefore only had little exposed skin.
"Come here, I'll apply it for you", he invited, pointing at the little bench he'd sat on earlier. Although rolling her eyes and thinking he was doing too much, she couldn't help admitting it was rather cute. Therefore, she did as suggested, having a seat at the edge, while Saffy hid in the shadows underneath the wooden seats.
Once settled down, John tapped his lap, signaling for her to put her feet on him.
"I'm wearing long pants, that's unnecessary", she told him and reminded him a little of any of their children in their toddler phases, which made him giggle slightly.
"Your bridge will get burned. You know you burn easily, Ronnie. - Please?"
Sighing, Veronica gave in, knowing he was right, and he very carefully and thoroughly put the sunscreen on her feet, making sure not to miss a single spot. Once finished, he helped her sit properly again and came closer.
"Close your eyes", he told her softly, and once she did so, a cool liquid ran down her cheek. With great care, his large fingers spread the sunscreen on her whole face. He couldn't help admiring her beauty while doing so, even after so many years, he still felt incredibly lucky to have found a woman who supported and loved him like Veronica had done all those years, who'd never given up on him. And on top of that all, she looked stunning - what more could he ever want?
Perhaps he was a bit more thorough than necessary, but he enjoyed this moment so much that he didn't want it to end. His fingers traced her features over and over again, until the cream was fully soaked in, and then he sat and admired his "work" for a moment.
"Finished?", Veronica suddenly asked. "Can I open my eyes again?"
"Yes, yes, sure."
She looked right at him, and after a couple of seconds of eye contact, the elderly couple broke out giggling.
"You're glowing", John commented, satisfied with his results and sure that she was protected from the sun for the next couple of hours.
"Am I? You're not! Have you put on sunscreen at all?"
"Well, uhm, I put some on my legs since I'm wearing shorts for the second time this summer, but other than that… I might've… forgotten."
But the way he spoke told her the truth, and she let out a dramatic gasp.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?!"
"Erm…"
Veronica could barely pull herself together, laughing to herself as she grabbed the sunscreen from his hands and opened the tube once again. Shaking her head, she looked back at her husband.
"Alright, hold still, I'll do it for you."
"Thank you", he grinned, happy that she saw his ulterior motive for this. She knew him so well. He closed his eyes as her tender fingers met his face, thoroughly enjoying her touch.
To his great pleasure, Veronica took her time too. In the end, a couple of minutes later, she ended with a kiss on the only place she didn't put sunscreen on, his lips, and felt him smile against her.
"I think now we're ready to go for that walk", she said, blushing ever so slightly, so she decided to focus on Saffy instead, luring her back out with pets. The dog was excited immediately, her whole body seemed to wiggle, and it was quite obvious that Veronica was her favourite human ever. John couldn't blame her; he felt the same.
"Alright, up with you two", John interrupted and stood up himself, the sunscreen sliding back into his pocket, as he felt the tiniest hint of jealousy he'd never get over at the image at hand, sometimes wishing the dog would prefer him. He reached out for his wife's hand, but she declined with the tiniest hint with a scoff, annoyed that he thought she was this fragile. The man noticed. "I just wanted to hold your hand, Ronnie."
"Really?", she questioned as she sorted out the leash, trying not to get tangled.
"Yes, really", he lied. A little white lie never hurt anybody, right? "Or would you rather take my arm, mh? We'll do what you want."
With a pleased smile, she accepted his offered right arm and they started walking out of the hospital grounds together, Saffy confidently leading the way. Veronica couldn’t help glancing at her husband every now and then as they made their way down the pavement and towards the little park nearby. The helmet swinging at his other side, he looked incredibly pleased with himself, a little smile on his handsome face that was beautifully lit up and glowing in the summer sun.
"Thank you."
Confused, he looked at her. "For what?"
"For visiting me."
"I visit you every day when you're in the hospital, I've always done that."
"... Exactly."
John's smile widened a little and his wife couldn't help but smirk, too, forgetting the awful circumstances of their meeting at least for a little while. Cars rushed by them as well as other pedestrians, but none of the three cared much for this. They were in their own, quiet world, and John finally felt at ease again, right here, at his wife's side. He was determined to savour the time until their inevitable temporary goodbye as best as possible.
He tried holding her even closer, and allowed himself to look over again. She really was beautiful, despite her rather evident exhaustion from her hospital stay, and her pretty eyes were glued to Saffy, who was curiously exploring the environment. John knew he'd made the right decisions - both marrying her and bringing their dog to her just now. Deep down, he knew he'd do anything to make her happy, even if he'd had to embarrass himself by driving through London with a tiny bike and a pink, shimmering helmet. Her smile made all his troubles worth it.
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silver-salmon15 · 1 year
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@eileen-crys
For Johnica Week 2023 Day 1, I drew a little 4-panel comic!
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Since the theme for today was Johnica inside a fantasy book, I thought it would be funny if they somehow got transported into Alice in Wonderland and John immediately became friends with the hookah-smoking caterpillar. I feel like they’d get along! 😂
Sorry that it’s pretty messy, it was rushed due to the fact that I didn’t start until today (oops). I hope you like it nonetheless and happy Johnica week! :)
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warriorteam1924 · 7 months
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My body’s aching
John Deacon x Veronica Tetzlaff
Author note : Hello my beauties. I'm back for John's birthday of course !! I’ve been super busy lately and I’m aware it’s not my best piece, but  I hope some of you will enjoy it anyways. Thanks in advance to anyone who will be giving honest feedback, it’s always very appreciated. Also, I remind you English isn’t my mother tongue, apologies in advance for the mistakes.
Warnings : none really, just my awful writing. and a slight sexual innuendo…. 
Summary : a slight problem on a birthday morning
Words count : 1,243 words
Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies​ @thosequeenboys​ @born-to-lose​  @orionis8689​ @queenlover05​​ (communicate with me regarding tagging please)
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As he usually did, John Deacon went to bed at a reasonable hour that day. He kissed his wife goodnight and got comfy under the cover, the fresh air coming from the window cooling the room’s atmosphere. He wasn’t thinking at all that the following day would be his birthday. Not that he didn’t care at all, but at this very moment, all he wanted was a good night’s rest. After all, he was going to be 72 in a few hours, he had to take care of his sleep schedule, since he wasn’t 23 anymore.
Dreams. John didn’t have many of them, or at least it didn’t recall them very much.  A few fragments, snippets of actions or moments in the blur, faces or vague figures but nothing more. All he knew was that he moved a lot during his sleep, and apparently it was according to his dreams, to the actions he was making while he was in dreamland. His wife never complained about it, she just mentioned it a few times, curious as for what her husband could have been dreaming of.
This night, Veronica noticed her husband was particularly agitated, and hoped he was not having a nightmare. Thanks to the weak light that was in the room, she looked at his face, ready to wake him up in case he was in distress. But his face seems happy, more than happy even, so Veronica gently kissed his cheek and went back to sleep.
John was also usually an early bird, waking up first in the house. He usually went downstairs to make coffee and this day being his birthday didn’t mean he would have waited to be served like a kid on his special day. Just like he did every morning when he was waking up by her side, he looked at his wife for a moment, as she was still slightly snoring, gently rocked within Morpheus’ arms. He turned around to get up.
“OUUUUUUUUUUUUCHHHHHHH”, John let out a loud scream of pain, brutally waking his wife.
“Oh my God, John, are you okay?”, she asked, terribly worried.
“My back, my back is stuck, oh lord it hurts so bad, what the hell???”, John explained, complained and cursed all at once.
“Are you able to move at all ? what’s going on?”, Ronnie asked, still incredibly concerned.
“I can’t, I’m stuck….”, Deaky said as he put back his head on the pillow.
“Hold on, I’m gonna get some painkillers right now and I’m going to try to massage you”, his wife said as she energetically went out of bed to get what she needed to help her husband.
John looked at her, with a mix of anger given how quickly and easily got out of their bed. She rapidly came back with a glass of water and a painkiller, which John put in his mouth right away. He swallowed, as his back was still tense, hoping the tablet would be efficient soon.
“Okay, turn around now.”, Ronnie firmly said.
“Excuse me?”, John replied, raising his eyebrow.
“I’m gonna massage you, silly. Shoo, turn around”, she repeated as she made a motion with his hands to illustrate her words.
“Oh, no Ronnie I’m going to be fine, don’t worry.”, John said, trying to avoid a massage.
“John Richard Deacon, you better lay on your stomach right now or else I’m going to do it myself and I’m not going to be gentle.”, she warned him, very seriously.
John looked at her, confused. Was she really going to use force to give him a massage? He wasn’t sure, but she seemed extremely serious. As a result, John complied, gently laying his stomach, waiting.
He felt his wife’s soft hands on his skin, making him shiver.
“I hope my hands are not too cold…. Where is it painful?”, she asked, this time way more gently.
“My lower back seems stuck….”, John replied, his head between two pillows.
“Okay, let’s see….”, Ronnie carried on, as she put some lotion on her husband’s back.
John slightly arched at the sensation, but tried to remain still, so that the massage, combined to the painkillers, would be useful. Deaky suddenly heard his wife giggle.
“Are you mocking me?”, John complained, his voice muffled given his position.
“No no, of course not. I just had this silly thought of me being a Dom right now, doing erotic stuff to you….”, she explained, tittering again.
“Ronnie, do you really think this is the right moment to think about sex?”, John asked, as he was still feeling his wife’s hands massaging him on his back.
She got closer to his ear, whispering : “it’s always the right moment to remind my husband I love him and I still have a strong desire for him”.
John felt his cheeks suddenly getting hotter and probably as red as the most mature tomato one could ever see. As a reply, he only let out a soft ‘hum’, a smile still appearing on his lips.
And then, all of a sudden, and since his wife had mentioned the topic, John remembered. Fragments, like he often did, but he remembered.
He remembered a passionate moment with his wife in his dream, his skin pressed on hers, the ardent kisses they were sharing, his hips rocking on hers.
And he remembered how his last thrust as he was reaching orgasm made him arche his back strongly. His body surely moved as well as he was dreaming, hence his back blocked as he woke up.
“John?”, Ronnie asked. “The massage is done, are you okay? You’ve been very quiet”, she worried.
“Yes, thank you, honey.”, John replied, as he got into a more comfortable position, to breathe properly.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re as red a as tomato?”, Ronnie asked.
“Yup, all good, I’m feeling better already. I’m be up soon.”, John tried to reassure her.
Yet, the two of them had been married for a very long time now, and even if Ronnie was no mind reader, she knew her husband so very well. She looked at him in silence for a few seconds and a smile appeared on her lips.
“We did have a steamy night in your dream, right? And you took me so intensely that your back got stuck, right?”, she asked, a mischievous smile on her lips.
“Oh god, Ronnie, what the hell?”, John tried to fake being shocked after her insinuations.
“Try and tell me I’m wrong. After all, there is nothing to be ashamed of…. Even in our vows, we said ‘I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.’….”, she reminded him.
“Yes, okay, yes, that’s true. Happy?”, John confessed, his feeling switching from being ashamed, and slightly irritated.
Ronnie was still looking at him with a mischievous smile. She got closer and kissed him on his soft lips.
“Try and get better so that after the kids are gone, we can celebrate your birthday properly, just the two of us.”, she said with a wink.
She got up and left the room, leaving John with his thoughts. He spoke out loud, as if he was warning his back.
“You better get back on the right tracks buddy, because tonight’s gonna be the night….”.
That day was surely to be a very unusual birthday….
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finland-shoes · 2 years
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Summary: It is the 26 of January and a John's friend invited him to the disco. He isn't happy as he should be but... he doesn't know that thus day is a day that is going to change his life!
Hi everyone💕
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HAPPY 47th ANNIVERSARY TO JOHN AND VERONICA
This is the little fic that I wrote for the @eileen-crys 's event (Johnica week 2022)
Tell me If you liked it and have a good day💕
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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years
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Gift of Magi; Brian May x reader
*Author’s note*
Here is yet another little special Christmas fic I have for you all. If you loved my Joe Mazzello one then you guys are REALLY GONNA ROT YOUR TEETH WITH THIS SWEET FIC. As you can see by the title, this is inspired by the beloved Christmas tale of the same name, for a year now since getting into the Queen/BoRhap fandom I’ve wanted to do this fic with one of the members of Queen but I didn’t know which one to do it with. Finally after doing some thinking and planning and realizing I hadn’t really done  a solo Brian May fic in a long time, I decided our beloved space poodle DESERVED this story. Enjoy my lovelies :)
Warnings: TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, Brian’s sickness (takes place in 1974 so that’s when he had his hepatitis scare along with some other things I had read up that happened during that time), Roger’s chaotic behavior, Freddie being a loving fairy godmother (you’ll see soon enough), and fluff, fluff, and you guessed it EVEN MORE FLUFF!!
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There it was.  The perfect gift for Brian.  The Refractor telescope, 30 power.  Don’t ask me what I just said cause I wouldn’t be able to tell you what all it does.  All I can say is that Bri’s been eyeing this bad boy for years and with an empty tripod he’s had since graduating University, he needed something to look up at the stars with (one of his classes he had to rent out a telescope and then return it to the professor once the semester ended).  
Yeah dating an astrophysicist Rockstar is one thing, but shopping for said astrophysicist rockstar is another, especially around the holidays and birthdays.  Sure he says all he needs is my love but I want to prove myself to him.  Plus I want to give him something special after the major health scare he had when he and Queen were touring with Mott the Hoople at the beginning of the year.
It was horrifying but I was there to help Brian recover from his Hepatitis scare and assure him that the band wasn’t going to replace him (bless his little heart, he was so sure the band was gonna abandon him) but they didn’t and they were there whenever they could, also they would send in some demos for me to play for Brian so that he could still have a say in the songs for their Sheer Heart attack album.
Now that Queen was slowly now getting recognized for their talents after “Killer Queen” made the top 10 in the charts, scratch that the entire album was going up the charts I wanted Brian to have something special to go with his tripod.
I took out my wallet and counted up my tips that I had been saving all year to buy this telescope. I was still a few pounds short but after today I should finally have enough to buy the telescope for my guy.
“Don’t you worry Bri. You’ll see the stars once again.” I put the money back in the side pouch of my purse and looked down at my watch. “Shit I’m gonna be late for work!” I exclaimed and quickly raced down the block towards the tree shop.  I had taken a second job at the Christmas tree shop to help with getting better tips for Brian’s telescope.
When I finally arrived, I walked into the open tree lot and punched in my timecard before the loud exclamation of my boss’ voice cried out.
“YOU’RE LATE!!”
“I’m sorry sir, I was……”
“Doesn’t matter! Now get out there and get those papers organized we’ve got customers out there who need trees!” I nodded and quickly went over to my desk and took out some of the reserved papers that some people filled out to confirm their tree orders.
The day was long and cold but every little penny counted.  I filled out the paperwork, helped the customer’s find their tree and even bypassed the boys at the shop and helped put the trees on top of the customer’s cars.
“Welcome to Mad Pete’s Tree shop how may I help you?”
“Yeah see my mate here is looking for a pretty cute tree, around (y/h), (h/c) and has two of the star glistening eyes he’s ever seen.” I looked up and low and behold there stood Roger and Brian.
“Really Rog? Did you have to go and say all that?”
“Hey bout time you got a taste of your own medicine of what we’ve had to deal with everytime you miss (n/n)!” I shook my head softly chuckling.
“So you guys really here to shop for a tree or are you trying to get me into trouble with the boss again?”
“Hey Fred and I did not cause that fire!” Roger defended himself.
“You guys were the only ones smoking at the time, you’re lucky I didn’t get fired from that little stunt.” I sassed him.  Brian gave him a disapproving look while Roger tried to brush it off, but as soon as he saw my scowl, he submitted and put on that puppy dog face of his.
“Sorry lovie. Can you forgive me?” I went up to him and embraced him.
“Of course I do yah big puppy dog.” I ruffled his long golden locks which made him exclaim as he tried to fix his hair back to normal.
“Oi! Do you know how long it takes for me to get my hair like this? It’s called a miracle darling.”
“Now you didn’t answer my question, what are you guys really doing here?”
“We figured we’d go and get us a tree since we couldn’t get one last year. Since we got some money now instead of hardly anything.” Brian said.
“Ahh I see. Well let’s see what I can help you with. Follow me gentlemen.” I guided them towards the back and there were some of the smaller trees that hadn’t been reserved and that could be affordable for Bri and Rog.  “I know it’s not much but I know you guys can afford these trees. Pete’s been trying to skyrocket the prices, especially for his prized 10 footers.”
“It’s perfect love, thank you.” He kissed me softly on my lips.  I slowly wrapped my arms around him when I felt him take my string necklace revealing my great grandmother’s diamond encrusted locket. “You know, that locket deserves a beautiful golden chain.”
“Brian.” I took his hand in mine and held it against my cheek. “You know you don’t have to.”
“But I want to. Just imagine in, that scared locket chained up to a beautiful chain around that pretty neck of yours.” I blushed and pressed my head against his chest.
“You flatterer. You may not know your way around the dance floor but you have a way with words. No wonder you’re an astrophysicist. Speaking of which, you still got that tripod right?”
“Yeah. I still keep it cleaned, even though I’ll never be able to afford a telescope of my own for years if I’m lucky.” Oh little does he know.
“Well you never know. Santa has his ways.”
“You know love, it’s kinda weird how you still believe in Santa Clause even at your age.” Brian said. I let out a dramatic gasp.
“How dare you! You are never told old to believe in Father Christmas. Right Rog?”
“Damn straight! Just ignore your boyfriend (n/n), he thinks he’s too clever for Christmas.” Rog said as he took me away from Brian and wrapped an arm around my neck.
“Now hold on I didn’t—” a throat cleared and that’s when I saw a middle aged couple with their two small children.  The father who had a greying beard and wore some prescription circular glasses.
“Excuse me, we—we’re looking for a tree.” He said shyly.
“Oh did I hear you folks looking for a tree? Well step right over here and I’ll show you the best trees I’ve got!” Pete soon came in saying and guided the parents away from the smaller trees, right towards his prized 10ft.  I glared at him and turned to the guys.
“Think you both can find a tree yourselves?”
“No worries love. Do what you’ve got to do. I’ll see you tonight though right?”
“Of course. I’ll be over at your flat by 6pm on the dot. At least I’ll be on time unlike you are, yah scatterbrain.” He gave me that disapproving scowl (you know where he tilts his head down and his brow raises up and a deep frown crosses his lips). I giggled and pecked his lips and said, “You know I love you right?”
“With those insults I’m starting to doubt it.” He mocked.  I playfully swatted his arm which made him chuckle then I proceeded to follow the family to get them a more affordable tree.
After looking and looking through the very back of the lot, I had found the perfect tree that would suit the family just right.  I took it around to where Pete had his 10 footers displayed.
“I really am sorry madam but the rest of my trees have been reserved, these are the only ones I’ve got. You don’t want these kids going without a tree this year do you?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“We are gonna get a tree? Aren’t we daddy?” the little girl around 5 years old said.
“But—this is all we have.” The father said as he took out what looked like one pound and threepenny pieces.
“Then that’s just enough for a down payment.” Mr. Pete said as he readied the contract.  Okay that’s it.
“Ugg excuse me!” I made myself known. “I’m sorry to interrupt but uhh—I managed to find this out back. It hasn’t been reserved or anything, maybe you and your family would like this.” I walked up with the tree and set it down.
The kids all ooed and awed at it, it was just slightly bigger than the two of them were.  The father shoved the contract back into Mr. Pete’s hands and he said to me joyously.
“We’ll take it! Oh thank you so much miss.”
“No problem, let me help you get this tree set up onto your car.” I took the father’s money for the tree and walked with them back to their car.
As they drove away waving and thanking me for the help, I waved goodbye back to them and wished them a Merry Christmas.  I counted up my tips and felt my heart skip a beat.
“I did it. I—I actually did it! Oh it’s finally enough to get Brian that telescope!” I cheered as I jumped up and down until a shadow came over me.  I stopped and slowly turned around and saw Mr. Pete seething down at me, his cigar bit between his yellow teeth.
“I HAD THEM HOOKED ONTO BUYING ONE OF MY TEN FOOTERS!!” he yelled in my face which made me slip and fall flat on my back in the snow. “And I’ve decided to take what I would’ve made out of your payment!” he snatched my bag of tips out of my hand.
“No let go of that! I need it for someone special’s Christmas gift!” I exclaimed as I tugged on the other end of it trying to take it back.
“Not. My. Problem!” he said.  With one final good yank, I was once again back in the snow as Mr. Pete pocketed my tip bag. “And just for the record. YOU’RE FIRED!!” he walked away from me with my bag of tips.  Not just from working at his lot but my waitressing job tips as well.
Of course I wasn’t upset about getting fired from the Christmas tree lot, I was just upset that all my hard work was now for nothing.  Guess I’ll be going to Brian’s empty handed.  I stood up, brushed the snow off my pants and walked away solemnly from the lot.
Thinking just how in the hell I’m gonna get Brian that telescope now.  There’s no way I could come up with the money by 4 o’clock today.
*Brian’s POV*
After picking out the perfect tree from the lot, Roger and I drove down back to the flat.  As we drove down the road I quickly said to Roger.
“Pull over.”
“What?”
“Just pull over Rog!” I snapped.  He muttered angrily and pulled the car into the pawnshop parking lot and I quickly stepped out and went up to the window and saw it.  The gold chain I’ve had my eyes on to give to (Y/n) to go with her locket.
“Forget it Bri, you’ll never afford it!” I heard Roger exclaim from the car.  I glared down and turned towards him.
“You underestimate me Rog.”
“All I’m saying is that we barely had enough to buy this tree. Trident is really screwing us over with our payment. John’s trying his best but he can’t seem to prove it legally. Yet.” He said to me.
“I know. It’s just I want to give (Y/n) the perfect gift this year. After everything that’s happened especially with my health, I want to show her just how much she’s meant to me. Without her I—I doubt I would even be standing here right now.”
“Now don’t go getting sappy on me now mate. (N/n) is a diamond in the rough, but you know she’s never wanted any riches or fame. All she ever says she needs in the world is you. God now you got me talking sappy! I hate you both sometimes!”
“Oh what? Mr. Hard-rocker can’t take a little sweetness in his life?” I teased as I got back in the car.
“Shut up or I’ll run your arse over.” He threatened.  I softly chuckled as Roger pulled away from the pawnshop.
Soon.  I’ll get that gold chain soon enough.  I just need to figure out a plan, but I only have 6 hours left so I need to think fast.
*My POV*
GRRRRR!!! Why can’t life be like a fairytale sometimes? I sure could use a fairy godmother right about now to give me enough money for Brian’s telescope.  I sat down at a nearby park bench and fiddled with my locket.
“(Y/n)?” I perked up my head. “(Y/n) darling is that you?” I looked up and there I saw Freddie with row upon row of shopping bags.
“Freddie? Wha…..what are you doing here?”
“Doing some last minute Christmas shopping. Of course shopping for that man of yours is a nightmare! Okay a living hell! No offense.”
“None taken. He—can be difficult to shop for at times.” I said solemnly.  Freddie cocked his head curiously like one of his cats and he asked me.
“You okay dear? No offense but you look like someone threw you in a dumpster and the dumpster spat you back out.”
“I could be better.” He came over and set his bags down at our feet and he said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
“C’mon. You tell ol’ Freddie what happened darling? Why are you so down at this festive time of the year?”
“To put it bluntly, I got fired from Pete’s tree lot.”
“What?! Alright that’s it I am going to march straight down there and have a little chat with Mr. Pete.” I grabbed Fred’s arm and said.
“That’s not what’s bothering me though Fred. Honestly, I could care less whether or not I worked there next year or not.”
“Then what else happened that made you so sad?”
“If I tell you, will you promise not to tell Brian?” he gasped.
“Please tell me you’re pregnant.”
“What no! No! Fred that’s not it at all. You see, you know how Brian always has that empty tripod at yall’s flat?” he nodded. “Well I did some digging and found the perfect telescope that can go with his tripod. Since the start of the year I’ve been saving up all my tips just to get him that telescope. The tree lot’s really been helping my tips grow compared to my waitressing job. And today I managed to reach my goal.”
“Well that’s great so—”
“But that’s when Pete took my tip bag away. All of it.”
“What!? Why the fuck would he do something like that!?”
“Because I stopped him from selling this sweet family an expensive 10ft. tree. They knew they couldn’t afford it yet Pete was pressuring them. So I sold them a small and affordable tree and they were excited about what I showed them and took it. Pete said he was gonna take what he would’ve made off the tree out of my pay. So he took everything. My entire bag of tips that have been saved since this year.”
“That low-life…..you sure you don’t need me to go ‘speak’ to him?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore Fred. I only have 2 hours till the shop closes and no way of paying for that telescope. Now Brian will never be able to look up at the stars the way he dreams of doing.” I leaned my head against Fred’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me, gently rubbing my arm and pressed a soft kiss on top of my head.
“You know what I always found to be the cure for a sour face?” he asked me.
“What?”
“Trying on new clothes. C’mon let’s go down to BIBA and pick you something nice to wear for the party. My treat.”
“No, no Fred I can’t do that. Plus what about your shopping?”
“Ahhh I was done with it anyways. Now c’mon. Maybe taking your mind off of your sad morning will help you come up with a plan. And here why don’t you take this?” he reached down and grabbed one of his shopping bags. “It’s something I was planning on giving to that space man of yours, but it seems you need it more than I do.”
“Freddie I—I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll take it. That way you can at least not feel guilty of coming to our flat empty handed. And maybe give me a sneak peek of what to expect from you for my Christmas present.”
“In your dreams Mercury. I never spill Christmas secrets.”
“Damn it!” he pouted.
“C’mon you, I was promised a shopping trip so I expect you to deliver.”
“Darling have you met me?” he stood up and I helped him with some of his bags and the two of us walked towards BIBA.
After finally getting into a warm store, I shivered and rubbed my arms frantically trying to get some friction on them and warm myself up.  Freddie and I then proceeded to try out some clothes.
Freddie was right. After awhile of trying out various types of clothing and giving Fred my personal opinion on what he could possibly wear for a future concert, I was starting to feel better.  Currently I was trying on a winter hat and looking at myself in the mirror.
“Hold everything (Y/n) darling! I’ve found the perfect thing for you!” I heard Freddie exclaim all the way from the other side of the store.  I buried my face under the hat as people looked towards me.  Fred came racing over to me and he held up a cute red Christmas shawl with little snowflakes on it.
“Oh my god this is cute!” Fred then tied it around my neck but tied it in a fashion knot, making sure my locket was the key feature showing above my shawl.
“Figured this could go great with your great-grammy’s locket. That thing is worth millions.”
“Yeah. Pure diamond encrusted and……” I trailed off. “That’s it. THAT’S IT!! Fred what time is it?!” I asked him urgently.
“Uhh it’s uhh…..10 till 4.”
“Uggh! There’ll be no time to get there by the road. Nevermind I’ll just run. Yeah run as fast as I can to the shop and get Brian’s telescope! Thanks Fred you’re the best but you can take Brian’s gift back I think I’ve found the perfect way to get Brian that telescope!” I ripped the shawl off my neck and handed it back to Fred and raced out of BIBA and ran as fast as I could.
Now running and snow are not a good combination but I couldn’t stop now.  Not even as I was slipping and sliding along the crosswalks, all that mattered to me was getting to that shop on time.  I would look up towards Big Ben to see how much time I had left and time was running short.
I still had about six blocks till I got to the shop and I was down to my final 3 minutes on the clock.  I soon spotted some teenager boys sledding up along some railings and bus benches.  I walked up to one of them and quickly asked them if I could borrow his sled for a moment.
At first he pondered on the though till finally he agreed to let me have it.  I told him where he could come collect it in the next five minutes and I proceeded to sled the rest of the way to the shop.
Now gaining some speed, I could see the shop just down the hill.  I took a deep breath and proceeded to slid down the street towards the shop but as I got halfway that’s when Big Ben began to gong out the next hour. GONG……GONG…..GONG…..GONG!
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! As I got to the bottom I saw the shop starting to close up, the lights went off and soon the old shopkeeper came out and locked up. I stood up and ran towards him.
“Wait sir wait!” he turned to me.  He was an elderly man roughly around his mid-60s, he wore prescription glasses and his hair was white and thinning, he also was growing out a small white beard.  “I—I was wondering if you’d be willing to make a trade?” I took my great-grandmother’s locket off my rope chain. “I was hoping to trade in this locket for that telescope you have on display. The 30 power Refractor one. It’s for my guy.”
He took the locket from my hands and observed it closely.  He hummed sadly and said.
“Sorry ma’am. That there is a pretty locket but it won’t do much in my shop.” He handed me back the locket and pocketed his keys. “Well, Merry Christmas.” He told as he began to walk away.
“Please sir this locket was a family heirloom. It belong to my great grandmother back in the early 1890’s. It’s diamond encrusted and pure gold you can see if for yourself.” I said walking alongside him, showing him the locket once again.  He sighed and told me.
“I know love but—what I sell in my shop is stuff people actually use in their lives. And as I said before as pretty and as valuable as that locket is, no one will want it in my shop.” I stopped and looked down heartbroken. He hummed sympathetically and continued as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder “Tell you what, why not go down to the pawnshop across town and you can sell it there? Then once you got the money, come back here the day after Christmas and then we’ll discuss about that Refractor 30 power telescope.”
“But I need it by tonight. This was my last chance to get my Brian something special after the horrid year he’s had. I would give anything in the world to get him that telescope, even if it’s a precious family heirloom.”
“Anything?” he asked quizzically. “Tell me poppet what else are you planning on giving for that there telescope?” he said with his arms crossed.
“I’d give all my love if I could. As sappy as that sounds but it’s true. Brian he’s—” I looked towards the sky and could already see the first star in the sky. “He’s my shining star.” I heard the shopkeeper chuckle.
“Now that’s how you make a sale. Sure wish there were more young compassionate lovers like you and this man of yours. Reminds me of me and my wife Gertrude. God rest her soul. C’mon in come on in and we’ll discuss that trade.” I smiled and in my adrenaline of pure joy, I hugged the old man and heard him softly chuckle.
Later that night, I arrived at the boy’s flat ready for the Queen Christmas party.  The boys along with Mary, Veronica, and Roger’s girlfriend Jo were all there by the time I arrived.  We had a warm and delicious Christmas eve dinner and exchanged the gifts. First the guys gave out gifts to each other, then us girls proceeded to give our gifts to each other.
I had gotten Ronnie some baby clothes (yes she was a couple of months pregnant at the time and had given us the big announcement just a month ago).  I gave Jo a copy of her favorite Jimi Hendrix album, and as for Mary I got her some new makeup from the latest designer line.
I had gotten some winter hats and scarves from Mary, a copy of my favorite Shakespeare play from Ronnie, and Jo got me the new Beatles album.
After most of the gifts had been exchanged, I quickly went to the back of the tree and pulled out my gift for Brian.  I groaned and heaved it up.
“Jesus (n/n) what did you get him a pool table?” Roger asked as he lit up his cigarette.
“Ha-ha you’re hilarious Taylor.” I sassed sarcastically.  I then turned to Brian and I said to him, “Hey Bri, why don’t you go get that tripod out from your room?” he chuckled nervously and fiddled around with his shirt collar nervously as he said.
“Actually….why don’t you open yours first? And maybe even let us see that locket of yours. I don’t think Jo’s ever seen it before.” Now I started getting nervous.
“Oh she wouldn’t be interested in that old thing. Here, why don’t we open our gifts together?”
“At least do something!” Freddie and John both slapped Roger over the head making him exclaim in pain. Brian handed me my gift, a small but beautiful wrapped box with a gorgeous red bow, while I carefully handed him my giant box.
The two of us unwrapped our gifts and opened up the tops and my eyes widened as I let out a soft gasp.
“A—a gold chain to go with my……locket.”
“Oh my god (Y/n)! You got me the Refractor 30 power telescope for my—tripod.” Wait why did he trail off at the end? I turned to him and saw that he had a sorrow-filled expression on his face.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”
“Oh (Y/n) I love it. I really do, I’ve always wanted my own telescope it’s just—” he sighed heavily. “I just had to trade that old tripod to get you that gold chain.”
“What?”
“Pawnshop’s son was into space and he needed a tripod for his telescope. So I told the pawnshop owner that I had one since that one was practically collected dust instead of stars.” Oh Brian.
“And I traded my locket to get you that telescope.” Brian and everyone else softly gasped.
“Oh (Y/n), I can’t believe you would trade away a family heirloom for me.” Brian said.
“I would’ve given anything Brian. After—everything that’s happened this year. From your hepatitis scare, to the ulcer and even fear of losing your arm I—wanted to give you something special. I don’t care if it costed me an arm, leg or even my own heart. I would’ve done anything to at least see you smile that real Brian May smile I’ve come to love.”
He cupped the side of my face and brought me closer to him, our lips joining together in a soft, delicate, loving kiss.  Of course Roger and Fred just had to make it embarrassing by telling Bri to give me more tongue.
“Come with me.” He silently said urgently as he guided me out to the small backyard behind their flat. “There now we got some privacy away from the pests that is Freddie and Roger. I swear those two are mentally 5 years old 24/7.”
“Well Fred is, Rog is more like 3 years old.” He snorted out a soft laugh.
“Anyways what I wanted to bring you out here to tell you is that while I appreciate what you did to get me the telescope, you didn’t have to trade your locket. I know how much it meant to you.”
“I know but like I said earlier, I would’ve given anything to see you smile again.”
“Just being by my side is enough to make me smile.” He said as he cupped each side of my face, his calloused thumbs caressed my cheeks.  I smiled and he pressed his forehead against mine, our noses gently nuzzling against one another’s before he captured my lips in another kiss.
For the rest of the night, we all sang some Christmas songs, watched some Christmas films and when it got late we all decided to turn in for the night.  I was in Brian’s room, the two of us cuddled up close on his bed.
“I just hope by next Christmas we’ll have ourselves a house.” He said.
“Let’s take it one step at a time my love.” I said as I tucked my hand into his unbuttoned t-shirt softly stroking his collarbone and gave the junction between his neck and shoulder a kiss.  “For now I’m content to how this Christmas turned out.”
“Me too. Even though we basically recreated the gift of Magi tale.” I smiled and felt Brian kiss the top of my head which his fingers slowly stroked up and down my spine. “Happy Christmas my stardust.”
“Happy Christmas my space man.” Brian covered the two of us with his duvet and we fell into a peaceful slumber in his arms.
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A Very Johnica Christmas
A/N: Surprise @eileen-crys !! I am your Secret Santa for the Get Down, Give Joy Gift Exchange! I really hope you enjoy this and I hope that you have a very happy holidays! Special thanks to @warriorteam1924 and @thosequeenboys
Pairing: John Deacon x Veronica Tetzlaff
Summary: John and Veronica are getting ready for the holidays, but something might get in the way of that.
Warnings: Fluff, A Bit of Anxiety, Pregnancy, and Mentions/Implications of Sexy Times (but nothing explicit)
Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows
 John sat down at the dining table in the small flat and looked over the song sheets one more time, trying to decide if he really wanted to give it to the band for the album.
“John, what are you doing?” Veronica asked from the kitchen as she continued making dinner. He’d been unusually quiet today. She wasn’t sure what was going through his head.
“Just working on a song,” John replied, not looking up at her.
“Can I read it?”
John’s eyes traveled to her, trying to decide if he really wanted her to read it. “I think I might make you wait with the rest of the world.”
Veronica pouted at him. “Well what good is being engaged to a world famous musician if I don’t get sneak peeks of things?”
John chuckled and Veronica tried to hold her pout, but that laugh always got her.
“World famous? Not sure we’re there yet, love.”
“Maybe not, but I think you will. Especially if Fred and Roger have anything to do with it.” Veronica checked one of her pots on the stove. “Are you ready to eat?”
Later, John was getting ready to leave, giving Veronica a chaste kiss.
“Sure you won’t let me read the song?” Veronica tried one more time, running one of her fingers down the zipper of his coat.
John grabbed her hand and pulled up, gently gilding his lips across her knuckles. “Sure you won’t let me spend the night?”
Veronica giggled. “Not tonight. I’m very tired. And you need to be at the studio in the morning.”
“I can be late. Freddie’s always late,” John’s lips continued up her arm.  
“John,” Veronica whined. “Go. I’ve got to work in the morning.”
John pulled back with a wide smile. “Alright then. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Hm…I may have another date but I may be able to squeeze you in while I’m decorating the flat for Christmas.”
“I’ll take what I can get,” John pulled Veronica in for another kiss before he reluctantly left.
Veronica watched him go, arguing with herself about whether to call out to him and have him spend the night. It wouldn’t be the first time and wouldn’t be the last.  
She decided against it and went back inside to get ready for bed.
The next morning, Veronica started getting ready for work. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she wasn’t feeling very well. Probably just something to do with the time of year. It was winter and didn’t everybody feel a bit worse around this time?
“Veronica, don’t take this wrong way,” Laura, one of her coworkers, said the next morning.
“Great way to start a conversation,” Veronica rolled her eyes. She liked Laura, she just could be a bit much sometimes.
“You just…um…you look a little…different.”
Veronica frowned. She already didn’t like where this was going.
“Different how?”
Laura looked around, as if somebody might be able to help her, but nobody did.
“You’re tired, and you just…that shirt seems a bit…tighter.”
Veronica glanced down at her shirt. It wasn’t like it was unreasonably tight or anything. Maybe she had put on a few pounds here and there, but it wasn’t like she had gained an unnaturally amount in a short period.
It was the holidays after all and the additional stress of planning a wedding meant she may not have been eating as well as she usually would. It was a bit rude to say something pointing it out. After all, Veronica hadn’t mentioned all the times Laura had come to work noticeably hungover.
“Well, thank you for your concern, Laura, but if you don’t mind I’ll be getting back to work now.” Veronica grabbed some paperwork that may or may not have actually needed to be taken away, but needed a reason to get out of the conversation before she said something she would regret.
 Veronica was sitting on the floor, pulling things out of boxes when John walked into the flat with some take away.
“Hello, gorgeous,” John called to her.
Veronica hummed in acknowledgement, working on a stubborn string of lights that just would. Not. Untangle.
“How was your day?” John placed the bag of food on the table and started to unpack.
“Oh fine, had to go down to the creepy basement to get this box,” Veronica kicked it from her spot on the couch. “And one of the kids stained one of my favorite skirts.”
“A full day,” John brought over a plate of food full of Veronica’s favorite.
She smiled and took the plate from John before he went to make his own.
“How was the studio?” Veronica took a bite of her food, not realizing how hungry she’d been.
“Well, all four of us are still alive, so there’s that.”
“Always a plus,” Veronica smiled as John walked over and sat next to her.
The two of them continued catching up with each others day. Veronica stood up and went into the bathroom.
She glanced at herself in full length mirror and realized that she did seem to have gained a little weight. She hadn’t really noticed,but now looking at herself in the mirror, she could see it.
“John?” Veronica came out of the bathroom to find him unwrapping some ornaments.
“Yes, love?”
“Do you think I’ve gained weight?”
“Of course not, darling. You’re perfect,” John replied, not taking his eyes off the ornament in his hands.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even look at me.”
“I don’t have to. You look incredible, my bride-to-be.”
Veronica knew how to get his attention. She looked down at her her chest. “Really? Because it seems even my breasts have gotten bigger.”
John’s head whipped around and he then looked Veronica over.
“Made you look,” Veronica smirked. “But seriously, Laura made some comment that I’ve gained weight and I don’t know if I disagree with her.”
John stood up and walked over to her, looking her up and down as he did.
But Veronica couldn’t stop talking.
“...and if I gain too much weight I won’t be able to fit in my wedding dress and you won’t have a beautiful bride and,” Veronica’s vision started to swim.
“Ronnie,” John took her hands, pulling her left hand up to their eye level. “What is this?”
Veronica frowned, not sure what John was talking about.
“Come on, sweetheart,” John kept his voice gentle, trying to coax an answer out of her.
“My engagement ring?”
“And do you know why I gave you this?”
“Because you want to marry me?”
“Exactly,” John pressed a kiss to her knuckle just in front of her ring. “And I will want to marry you whether you’re as big as a house or if you shrink down to a tiny little thing that I can put in my pocket.”
Veronica smiled and shook her head. The tears were gone as soon as they appeared. She knew that John wouldn’t have cared how she looked. “If I can fit in your pocket, huh? I don’t know if I’d fit in those tight trousers of yours.” Veronica slid her arms around John’s neck.
“I’ve never heard you complain about my tight trousers before,” John smiled, happy that Veronica was no longer upset.
“Oh I’m not complaining about them now,” Veronica gave John a kiss.
The next few hours, the two set up the flat so that it was a Christmas wonderland.
John finally left around midnight, because Veronica was just exhausted.
Veronica got ready for bed and started to let her mind wander.
She had been feeling extremely tired lately, and she had gained weight (she may not have noticed and it was rude for Laura to say something, but she was right). Now she was thinking about the last time she’d had her period. She counted back and seemingly couldn’t come up with a time after October.
There was no way. That didn’t seem right. She’d had her period in November, surely. And it was only mid-December so she had time still.
However, maybe it would be better if she just made an appointment. That would be a good idea. She didn’t have to work the next day, so maybe she could call her gynecologist.
The next morning, Veronica went to her OB/GYN’s office. She was nervous. If she was pregnant, her parents would be furious. They were under the impression that John and Veronica were waiting until marriage. Would she be able to hide it until the wedding? If her calculations were right, she’d be nearly three months along by the time they got married.
“Miss Tetzlaff?” The nurse’s voice called.
Veronica looked up and made her way over. “Good morning,” Veronica’s voice shook slightly.
The nurse gave her a calming smile, which made Veronica relax a bit. “Follow me.”
Veronica and the nurse made their way to an exam room.
“So, what brings you in today, love?”
“Well, I…um…this is a bit embarrassing, but I’ve just realized that I haven’t had my period for a couple months.”
The nurse nodded, making a note on her clipboard. She then asked a couple more questions that Veronica answered.
“Alright, love,” the nurse smiled at Veronica. “Doctor will be in soon. Get yourself comfortable on the table there.”
“Thank you.”
Veronica got up on the table and waited for the doctor to come in. She was nervous. What if John didn’t want the baby? Yes, they’d talk about having children, but so soon? And their parents would be surprised, if not disappointed.
Veronica’s mind was whirling so fast that she didn’t even hear the doctor come in.
“Miss Tetzlaff? Are you alright?”
“Hm?” Veronica looked up to the doctor.
The doctor gave her a smile similar to the one the nurse had in the lobby. “Just asked how you were doing.”
“Oh, I’m…well, nervous if I’m being honest.”
“Nothing wrong with that, love. Now, why don’t we get started?”
The doctor made some small talk with the doctor as she did her job. It was little uncomfortable, but Veronica needed to know what was going on.
“Alright!” The doctor pulled up and gave Veronica a triumphant smile. “Well, everything looks good and healthy, but we won’t know anything for sure until we get the results in a day or two.”
“Do you have a guess?”
The doctor lifted one eye brow. “Do you really want me to guess?”
Veronica sighed and shook her head. “I suppose not.”
“We will give you a call tomorrow or the day after and let you know either way. In the meantime, relax, get some rest.”
Veronica nodded. “Thank you, Doctor.”
The next day, Veronica couldn’t focus on anything other than her results. She was okay when John decided not to come over after the studio that night because she wasn’t sure if she could keep if a secret from him, even if she wasn’t 100% yet. She tried to sit down and relax but couldn’t do that so she deiced to go for a walk, but even being outside didn’t help.
Veronica came back inside, hearing her phone ring. She ran over and grabbed the phone as quickly as she could.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Miss Tetzlaff?”
“Yes, this is her.”
“Hi, this is Doctor Wes. Are you available to talk?”
“I am.”
“Well, Miss Tetzlaff, I’ve got your results and let me be the first to say, congratulations. You are pregnant.”
It sounded like wind was howling in Veronica’s ears. She knew that Doctor Wes was still talking, but she wasn’t retaining any of it.
“...another appointment some time next week. When’s a time that works for you?”
“I’m sorry?”
“We’ll need to make another appointment for you so that we can do a little bit more of an in depth appointment. We can figure out how far along you are, what to expect, all those conversations. And you’re more than welcome to bring your partner.”
“My partner…” Veronica nearly dropped the phone. She now had to tell John. There was no way that she could hide something like this from him.
“Miss Tetzlaff?”
“Yes, sorry, um…what times do you have available?”
Veronica made an appointment for December 23rd since it was the next available time. And on Christmas Eve, she and John would be celebrating their own Christmas in the early afternoon, so maybe the two of them could have serious conversation about it then.
Until then, Veronica would keep it to herself. John would be busy with the album since the band wanted to get as much done as they could before the holidays, so the two of them didn’t have very many plans until Christmas Eve.
Maybe she could surprise him…
The 23rd, Veronica went to her appointment and found out how far along she was and when she was due (mid-July).
“So, we’ll want to see you once every three weeks or so, just to make sure that everything is still going alright. Is that okay with you?”
Veronica nodded, still trying to completely warp her head around the fact that she was going to be a mother. She and the doctor made an appointment that she knew John would be able to come to. If he wanted.
But what if he didn’t?
Veronica ran through all the possible scenarios that could happen when she told John. Would he be happy? Excited? Would he be annoyed that they hadn’t been careful enough?
Would he leave her?
They could talk about it tomorrow. And if that’s truly what John wanted…well, she supposed she would have to deal with that.
Veronica was walking by a store when she noticed something that caught her eye. She debated with herself before deciding to go in and grab it. If John saw this, maybe he’d decide to stay.
The next morning, Veronica was trying to act like it was a normal day. Well, a normal Christmas Eve.
She started with making herself some breakfast and a pot of tea. John was supposed to be coming over around noon, so she had a little bit of time. She took a shower, paying attention to her midsection, realizing that it really had grown.
Once she was done, she got dressed and then waited. There was nothing more to do. The flat was decorated. There was no food to make because they were just going to have something small before having a bigger meal at her parents’ house before Mass.
With nothing to do but wait, Veronica couldn’t sit. She paced around the apartment, trying to figure out how to tell John the news. Just blurt it out? Give him the gift and see how he reacts? There weren’t really any good options in her eyes.
“Happy Christmas, my love!” John announced himself as he walked into the flat.
Veronica looked up at him from her spot on the couch and did her best to smile.
“What? No kiss?” John pouted at her.
“John, why don’t you come sit down?”
John’s face went from a pout to a frown. “Ronnie, are you alright?”
Veronica just scoot over on the couch so that there was room for him. John hesitated for a moment, but came over and sat next to her.
“I…I want you to open your present.”
John raised an eyebrow. “Alright?”
Veronica got up, grabbed John’s present from under the tree, and handed it to him. It was box, wrapped in green paper.
“Do you want yours?” John asked.
“I’d rather you just open yours now.”
John frowned again, but didn’t ask again. He slowly unwrapped the box and opened it. Inside was a baby onesie with a bass guitars all over it and some papers. John looked at the onesie and chuckled at it a bit. Veronica was surprised that he didn’t put it together there. But that’s why she included the papers.
“What are these?” John asked, holding them up.
“Read them.”
Veronica watched as John read the papers. She watched his eyes widen when (she assumes) he read the word ‘Pregnant’.
“Pregnant?” John whispered, nearly mouthing the word. He then looked over to her. “Y…you’re pregnant?”
Veronica nodded and watched all the color drain out of John’s face.
“A…and…I…that means…I’m going to be a father?”
Veronica nodded, still waiting for John to react.
John’s eyes filled with tears and he broke into a face splitting grin. “We’re going to have a baby.” John wrapped his arms around Veronica and basically pulled her into his lap. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressing kisses where ever he could reach.
“Y…you’re not mad?”
“Mad?” John pulled back so that he could look at her. John put his hand on her cheek, wiping away tears.
When had she teared up, let alone let them fall?
“Oh, Ronnie, how could I be mad? We’re going to be married and already starting on our family. I couldn’t imagine anything better!”
Veronica didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t exactly this.
“Are you not happy?” John asked her, now concerned himself.
Veronica honestly hadn’t let herself have feelings about the situation. But now that she knew John was happy, not only happy but excited, she could be as well. And she let herself feel it. She let the anticipation of being a mother wash over her. She allowed herself to imagine her and John’s child and they were beautiful. She imagined their soon to be life and it was beautiful.
“John,” her voice came out hoarse, but she couldn’t help it. She knew she was on the verge of tears. “I’m ecstatic.”
John grinned again before pulling her in for a kiss. “This is the best possible Christmas gift I could have ever gotten. Thank you, thank you so so much.”
Veronica cupped John’s face in her hands. “You helped a bit, you know.”
“I suppose so, but,” John put one of his hands on her stomach. “You’re going to be doing so much more than I am,” John’s hand gently rubbed Veronica’s stomach with his thumb. “And you’re going to be the best mother there is. I just know it.” John looked up at Veronica again, the smile never leaving his face.
“And you’re going to be a wonderful father, John.”
John gave Veronica a lopsided smile. Veronica burrowed herself deeper into John’s arms, resting her head on John’s shoulder. John placed his cheek to her temple.
John and Veronica sat in quiet for a few moments, just holding each other.
“It’s snowing,” Veronica noticed.
John lifted his head and looked out the window. “So it is.”
They watched as the snow drift down to the London streets.
“Merry Christmas, my love,” John whispered before pressing a kiss to Veronica’s hair.
Veronica hummed, happy and content, with her soon-to-be husband and child.
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...And Some Cool Clothes
I wrote this for Johnica Week 2021, hosted by @eileen-crys.
I chose to combine the prompts “tight clothes” and “pregnancy” as well as a genderbent au because I thought it would be interesting to explore a familiar part of John’s life from a different perspective.
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“Augh!” Joan cried in frustration.  “Damn these pants!”
No matter how she tried, the bassist just could not get her white satin trousers to zip.  She knew that this day was coming, she just hoped that she would be prepared when it did.  And yet here she was, about to go on stage with no pants to wear.
It seemed like just yesterday that she found out that she was expecting.  She had been feeling sick for a little over a week, which she assumed was just the flu.  But then she missed her period, leading to the purchase of several pregnancy tests and two very nervous people.  When they all came back positive, her boyfriend Ron had tried to be supportive, but no amount of reassurance could hide the fact that he was just as scared as she was.  Not that she expected him to react calmly to the news that she was having a baby.  Although, it was nice to know that he wasn’t going to just pack up and abandon them.
Her anguish got the attention of her bandmate Regina.
“What’s wrong?” the drummer asked.
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eileen-crys · 2 months
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Happy 74th birthday Veronica Deacon! 🌸💕👑
Here's our beloved Deaky ready to surprise his wife for a birthdayand Valentine's gift, but it looks like he's struggling to hide the surprise 😅🥰 I don't often draw John with his short hair so I decided to give it a try here!
Thank you to @cardassiansunrise for the suggestion 💕💕💕 A follow up to this one is coming for Valentine's day, so stay tuned! Meanwhile I hope you'll like this!
Please do not repost or trace! Reblogs and comments are welcomed! 💜
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johnica-weeks · 2 months
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Scenes From a Marriage
By @melinamercury6538 / QueenFandango for Johnica Week 2024.
John and Veronica have been together for over half a century, and this little story takes some of the prompts from each day of the Event challenge and weaves them into a love story across the decades.
Chapter 1: 1970s - Young, Poor and Happy
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I will share this post every time a new chapter is added, so stay tuned for the next one! And don't forget to support the author with kudos, comments and reblogs 🥰 -R
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kinole009x · 4 years
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Nevermore
Here we go, chapter twenty one.  This chapter is so incredibly important in John and Ronnie’s journey.  I hope you guys like it.  <3 
Summary: In the land of Nevermore, the vengeful god Trident curses John Deacon with uncontrollable powers, transforming him into the feared, hated, and exiled Black Queen.  The curse can only be broken by the love and trust of the White Queen, a young village schoolteacher named Ronnie.
But despite the good intentions of Freddie, Brian, and Roger, Ronnie is finding it impossible to trust John, thanks to his fearful appearance, dangerous magic, and one irreversible accident that changes her life forever.
AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23495794/chapters/64632415
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I'll Be Seeing You - Johnica Week 2024
Summary: John's touring somewhere in the US. He doesn't exactly care where he is - his mind's on other things.
Notes: Thank you so much for reading! Thank you, as always, to @eileen-crys for hosting!
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julescape · 11 months
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"Retirement" Johnica fanfic
hey all!❤️ the inspo for this was a conversation with @lickemagaindeaky where we discussed why john didn't retire earlier, and i liked the idea so i decided to turn it into a little fic! enjoy reading, and if so, i'd appreciate feedback, thanks! :D
warnings: angst, money talk, mentions of sex
word count: ~3,7k
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July 1983
John Deacon loved evenings like this. It was summer, his favourite season, and he was sitting outside on the bench in their garden, with his wife in his arms. The couple sat in the shadow of their house, which they'd just expanded a few weeks ago, when they'd agreed that they wanted a fourth child, and therefore would need more space. Now, Veronica was four months pregnant and under her tight shirt, her husband was able to see her little bump, something which he'd loved the first three times already. He couldn't wait for this child to arrive, while also cherishing the time she was pregnant, yet for her, there was an overbearing shadow over this experience.
A few days ago, John's band had had a meeting to discuss the possibility of going back into the studio, the break was now almost eight months long, and the others missed being playing together as Queen. The bassist had been a bit more hesitant, but he felt a sense of both loyalty and responsibility towards them. Still, he hadn't been able to ignore Veronica's badly hidden devastation, which mirrored in her every move, every word and every interaction they've had since then. It had made him think, think about how much he'd enjoyed the time at home with so few musical projects to do, the little professional responsibilities, instead, he had only been a father and a husband. He'd thought about how Veronica had made some comments about having to birth and raise this baby alone too, thought about the times he'd heard her cry and had been too scared to interrupt her.
Today, he'd made the biggest decision of his life, or at least one of the biggest. Of course, Veronica had suspected something was going on no matter how much he'd tried to hide his emotions, but he'd been able to keep his mouth shut. Only now that all three kids were settled in their beds and asleep, he felt the burning urge to tell her. Having secrets from her, even just for a few hours, wasn't his most favourite thing at all.
"Veronica?", he spoke up and hoped his voice was firm and not trembling the way his heart was.
"Mh?", she hummed back. She nestled her cheek against him, her hands taking his one in her lap. He knew she hated that his wedding ring was still lost, and he wasn't eager to get himself a new one, while she hadn't taken it off since their wedding, except for only a few occasions.
John really wanted to tell her. He was almost bursting with nerviness, the news wanted out, yet in the end, he only said: "Are you cold?"
"A little, yeah."
Everything in him screamed to tell his wife what had been rumouring inside of him for the whole day, and he surprised himself when he realized that he was a little frightened, because of all the possible ways she might react to it. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell her, he wanted nothing more, yet he wasn't sure whether she'd consider it great or devastating news.
"I'll get you a blanket."
"That'd be nice", Veronica mumbled. "Bring me another glass of wine too, yes?"
"Sure", he nodded eagerly, as he gently separated their embrace, pulling his large hand from her petite yet strong ones, and standing up. She looked back up to him, smiling a little at how caring he was - she knew he'd been putting a lot of effort into actively being a good husband to her. With the little free time he'd had during the last years, he'd spent all of it with their children, which she couldn't blame him for, but their couple time had almost been decreased to zero because of that. Only in the past months and several rather stern talks from her, he'd taken better care of their relationship, something that only made her fall deeper in love with this amazing man.
As John walked back in through their garage to pick up one of the blankets they'd reserved for outside use, Veronica let her glance roam over their garden. On the left side, there was still a bit of chaos from all the building work that had happened during the last months, but she was already busy planning what plants she'd put there. John had suggested buying a trampoline for their children, and while she was a bit concerned about the safety of that, she appreciated the idea. Now, they had the place and money to buy a big one of good quality at least, so she reconsidered shutting this idea down initially, and she was certain that all three of their children would be thrilled by it, especially Robert, who loved all kinds of sporty activities. It still made her smile how their eldest boy was almost always able to convince his dad to play football with him, despite John's general dislike of participating in such activities.
"Ronnie?", her husband called, and she turned her head to where he stuck his one out of the door. "Do you want white wine, or red?"
"I never take red wine, you should know that", she scolded him lovingly and he promptly blushed in embarrassment and went back inside. A few minutes later, he came back out, balancing two glasses, one tall one with white wine, the other smaller and filled halfway with gin tonic, as well as a thick blanket, which she pulled from his arm once he was in her reach. Carefully, she spread it over herself, before taking her glass from his hands, which allowed him to sit down more easily. Veronica felt gracious, and spread the blanket over his knees, too, before laying back against him.
"I wish life was always like this", she whispered with a sad smile on her face as she looked up to him. He quickly took the opportunity to kiss her lips, his heart racing as he thought that now was the perfect moment. He had to tell her.
"What if it were?", he mumbled, looking back into their garden to avoid his wife's eyes, because he knew the exact glance she gave him now, a bit irritated, and able to read him as well as nobody else could.
"It's not, though", she replied flatly, sighing at the nice thought nonetheless. She couldn't help it, a part of her still mourned the silent, more or less normal life they'd thought they'd have by now.
"Well, but what if it were?", John insisted. His vigour irritated her slightly, before she grew curious.
"What do you mean, John?"
"Well-"
"John", she said sternly and wound out of his embrace, before placing her wine on the ground so she wouldn't spill it as she sat to face her husband. "John, what's going on? You're acting weird."
He looked down at his twisting hands, taking a deep, nervous breath. "What if I stayed here?"
"Here as in home? Or here as in England?"
"Home."
"What- What does that mean? John, don't kid around! What- Are you saying…? What are you saying?!"
"Well, erm, what if I… stopped? With the band? Just, you know, stay at home, maybe I could go into production, but… Not with Queen."
Veronica couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly she felt, but mostly, she wasn't sure whether she could trust his words.
"You want to… quit Queen?"
"No, I…" He sighed deeply, trying to explain himself, yet not finding the right words to do so. He closed his eyes, struggling, and suddenly felt tears run down his cheeks as he was overwhelmed with the situation. How was he supposed to tell her what a conflict had been within him the past days, how to tell her what he'd decided today? No words seemed enough to let her know, while he desperately needed her to know how he felt and what he thought. If she wouldn't understand, no one else would. Veronica was the person he trusted most, he always came to her in both bad and good times, and if he'd fail to let her know his emotions now, he felt like giving up completely.
Frustration made his body tremble as he pressed his lips shut, trying not to sob, trying not to break down right now. A pair of cold arms sneaked around his body as Veronica hugged him tightly.
"Shht", she whispered into his ear. "Just let it all out, I'm here."
John's hands went up to grab her arm around his belly, and he leaned into her, his forehead placed at her shoulder as he followed her guide and began sobbing into her shirt. She'd been able to help him in many situations where he'd felt sick to the stomach, her calmness and touch always comforting him, and she'd help him now, too. She made him better.
Swaying him a little in her arms, she kissed his curly hair, which, as much as she'd disliked the short hair at first, she had to admit she'd grown very fond of. Veronica felt each of her husband's deep breaths, each of his little whimpers made her heart clench more, while she couldn't deny that she was both curious and anxious about what he'd been trying to say. Of course they'd talked about him quitting the band, but those had always been daydreams, for both of them, fantasies of a life they'd never actually have, a slow, calm life full of peacefulness and little stress. She had never allowed herself to actually consider this possibility, too scared to end up with regrets and hatred for her life as it was.
"Veronica?", John whispered into her shirt in a small, almost scared voice and she hummed as a sign that she was listening.
"I think I do want to quit."
Often, the couple was able to understand each other without or with just a few words, but now, it wasn't enough for Veronica to calm her pacing heart. "You really want to… retire? Never go back to the studio or touring?"
The bassist took another deep breath before he felt ready to sit up. Taking her hands in his ones, he finally looked into her hopeful brown eyes.
"Yes. I- I thought about it for a long time, and being home for so long now… I can't leave you again. It's not worth it."
"Really?", Veronica whispered back. The careful smile on her face, coupled with a few tears spilling over, broke his heart, and he knew that this had been the right decision. He loved her. He'd vowed to show her how much he loved her, and this would be his greatest promise; giving up the life he knew, his friends and his music, just for her and their family.
"It'll take some time to work it all out", he said softly, trying to stay focused on all the things he needed her to know about this. He'd made a mental list, but wasn't sure if he'd be able to remember all of it. "With the money, the contracts, the other three… It's a long process, and I might lose some money in court, but I'll keep getting the royalties for my songs, so-"
Veronica's lips were on his ones before he could finish the sentence, with such passion and excitement that it felt as if they were eager teenagers, not a married couple in their thirties. She wanted to scream and cry, but instead, she only kissed him deeper, her fingers tangling in his locks as he cupped her cheek with his large, calloused hand.
After a while, she pulled back, looking at him intensively. "Do you really mean it?"
"I do, Veronica", he replied firmly, and for the first time since making this decision, he was able to smile about it. "I mean it. I'm quitting the band." It was as if this huge weight had been relieved from his chest, and although he wasn't free from responsibilities just yet, in this moment, as his wife looked at him with sparkling eyes, her tears dripping on his hand, he felt free for the first time in years.
"I love you so much", she whispered in a hoarse voice. "So, so much. You're really going to quit and stay home, aren't you?"
Now, John broke out giggling, happiness spreading in his whole body in a way that he wasn't sure how to express, so he only held her hands tighter. "Yes, I will. We'll both stay home and take care of ourselves and our children."
"You'll stay with me?"
"Well, I might go into producing music, but not the the extent I was involved with Queen, you know, just some local projects, I'll be home for dinner every day", he explained anxiously, hoping she'd understand. He wanted to work, he felt the urge to do something instead of sitting around on his bottom at home all his life, but he couldn't break her heart again by leaving her to go across the world, it's a price he wasn't willing to pay anymore. He'd consulted with their lawyer already, figuring out if what he had would be enough to live off of for the rest of their lives if they wanted to keep up this style of living, because he didn't want her to end up poor once again, after all they'd gone through. It was a lot more complex than just quitting from one day to the next, but in that moment, he saw that Veronica didn't care about the details just yet. For now, all they focused on was that soon, he'd be free again.
"Yes, I'll stay with you", he corrected himself with a timid smile. "Forever, like we promised."
"John…"
"Mh?", he asked back, looking into her warm eyes and was met with nothing but utter love. She was always supportive, and now, he felt silly for ever questioning her reaction to such news. As difficult as it all had been for him, she hadn't been better off, stuck in London with their children for months on end with minimal support, always fearing for his well-being on tour. She was exhausted and scared, yet now, he was able to see how all those longstanding worries were relieved in a matter of minutes.
"I don't know what to say", she admitted with an insecure chuckle, her cheeks red, and he knew this wasn't because of the wine but because of the happiness and relief slowly spreading.
John grinned cheekily. After the news were out, he felt relieved, and decided to try to make this day end even better. "Well… How about 'You're such a good husband, let's go inside to have sex'?"
"Oh, you're filthy!", she scolded. But her laugh betrayed her, and he was glad he'd been able to lighten the mood a little. He knew this topic would lead to many difficult conversations, but the hope that it would be worth it in the end kept him going.
Veronica's hand stroked over his bare thigh, and he was very pleased at that moment that he was wearing shorts.
"Well, John…" His wife smirked at him. "You're such a good husband, how about we go inside and have sex, mh?"
The bassist giggled, blushing a little. "I did not think this would work! Thought you wanted to ask some more questions."
"True. It's not that late, I think we have time for both…"
"Go ahead", he encouraged her gently, knowing instinctively what she'd want to do first of those two options.
Veronica collected her thoughts for a moment. "You said you signed a contract already, when was it, maybe two years ago? And you said it's a big one, how are we going to get out of this with any money left? Are we going to have debt? Do we have enough money to put the children through school?"
John had expected such questions, so he was calm when he answered, even had a little smile on his face. He was planning their future, and although it was scary, he knew he was able to provide for them. "Well, yes, it's going to be a bit tricky. The others might lose money too, they might be upset with me, but I'm planning on giving them the liability to use the name Queen, you know? They might get a new bassist, or do other projects under that name, but without me, I won't earn anything from it. We might have to cut our vacations down a bit, if necessary, I'll sell our house in L.A. in a couple of years, you know, but we'll always have enough money, both for us and for the kids. You don't need to worry about money."
"Won't you miss touring?"
This question was more difficult, but he'd foreseen this as well, and had thought about his answer in depth. He wouldn't lie to her. "Probably, yes."
Veronica bit her lip a little. It wasn't that she was surprised by the answer, but a part of her felt bad that he was going to give up something he loved as dearly as touring. Swallowing her worries down, she thought of the next question. "You love working with the other three, won't you miss them?"
"I can still see them, I'm not cutting off contact. They're my friends, they just won't be my colleagues anymore, you know? In fact, Roger recently suggested going for a skiing vacation, the four of us."
"That's nice of him, I'd love to, but... But you won't be playing with them anymore then. You love playing with them."
He pulled her even closer and spoke very quietly, but she heard the sadness in his voice nonetheless. "I'll learn to live without it. I'll adjust."
Veronica stayed silent at that answer. Queen had been not only her husband's life, but hers, too. It had dominated every aspect of her life, their marriage, the way they raised their kids, the way she viewed herself. It hadn't been easy to adjust to that at all, it's been so different from anything she'd ever imagined her life to become, but the process had taken years. She'd known what she'd gotten herself into when she married a musician, although the extent had been vastly more than either of them had initially thought it'd be. This time, should her husband really retire, the process would be much quicker. The split in court might take years, but all that time, he'd be home, and as much as she hated to admit it, she'd gotten used to life without him. The changes would be dramatic for her already, she couldn’t imagine how difficult this decision had to have been for John.
"Do you think you can be… fulfilled, even without the band?"
"I hope so", he whispered with a thick voice. "I really, really hope so."
Veronica started crying, the pain in his voice hurt her heart, and he placed a kiss on her soft hair.
"Don't cry, Ronnie. I've made my decision."
"I don't want to keep you from doing what you love…"
"No, Ronnie, you're not doing that, I made the decision myself. See, I know you a little bit, that's why I only told you now, I knew you'd blame yourself if I hadn't. And in the end, I can still go into production and all that, maybe I'll build my own studio somewhere in London. - I promise, I will be able to deal with it. We'll be happy, okay? We'll be together and we'll be happy."
"You do know me well", she sniffled quietly and John hugged her as tight as he possibly could without smothering her.
"That's why I made this decision. For us."
"You're a good husband", Veronica mumbled as she melted in his warm embrace. He stayed quiet, wondering if her words were true.
Of course he wanted to be a good husband and father, but sometimes, he felt nothing short of an utter failure, making him believe she deserved someone better. Now, he tried to be this better person himself. The thought of her being with a different man, let alone marrying one, made his stomach turn; she was his wife, and he wanted it to stay this way. He wanted her to be proud to have him as his husband, and no matter how difficult this decision was and how deep the fear of regretting it was inside his heart, he knew he had to change. Not only for her, but for their children, too. He didn't want them to forget him, he didn't want them to be the children in school who had nothing good to tell about their dad, because he had to leave just when they'd gotten used to having him around again. He wanted to watch them grow up and be a major part of their lives. He wanted to actually do the parenting and not just hear about it in phone calls while he was in a different part of the world, playing to thousands of strangers he barely cared for. No, he wanted to be with his loved ones instead.
As much as he loved being a musician, after all, it was all he'd ever known in the past ten years of his life, John felt that now it was his time to make the change to be a great husband and father instead. He'd make sure to never leave them behind or forget any of them ever again; that's what family meant to him.
After a silent while of them hugging each other end sipping on their respective drinks, Veronica suddenly started giggling, making him lift his head to look at her, and she saw the silent question in his eyes. She smirked, her heart fluttering at the prospect of having many, many more evenings like this to come due to his decision.
"Now that I asked my first few questions... Since you'll be such a good stay-at-home husband, John, and you answered me so well, how about we finally go inside and have sex? I can't get any more pregnant, anyway."
She read the answer in his eyes, crinkling as he smiled so widely, and he eagerly closed her cold lips with his. John finally felt at home again.
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