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chvoswxtch · 2 years

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Hey I have a Dark Matt x reader smut request.

Matt comes back from patrol and relieves his stress with reader but is rough and reader has bruises everywhere the next day when he notices the bruises he has a guilty conscience.

hello love! thank you so much for the request! I hope this is close to what you were looking for. ❤️

warning: contains explicit sexual content, minors please dni. word count: 1.9k

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Dainty patches of violet and navy had begun to bloom on various patches of your skin. Along the column of your throat, down your arms, across your thighs. Matt’s fingerprints were embedded on your hips as if he’d stamped them with ink. You could even make out the perfect outline of his palm on your ass. He’d left various marks with his teeth on your collarbones, shoulders, and several across your neck, causing varying hues of maroon to rise to the surface. Last night had been…intense.

Roughness was not essentially new between you and Matt. Some nights when he came home from patrol, he was too amped up to even attempt to wind down. He only found calm in the release that you granted him with your body. Only after he channeled all that excess energy into bringing you both several rounds of pleasure was he finally spent enough to find peace in sleep beside you. You never really minded. Sometimes you even craved it. Making love to Matt Murdock, or even playful sex with him was one thing. But being fucked by the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen? That was a whole other realm of rapture. It made your heart swell with pride and excitement that you were his calm amongst the chaos; that you could subdue the devil with the portal to heaven between your thighs. But last night had been…different.

It started off normal. Matt slowly descended the stairs as he pulled off his gloves, a seductive smirk on his sinful lips as he took note of the way your heart rate increased with every step he took. You could tell by the look on his face what he wanted, and God if you weren’t ready to let him take it. Matt had been staying out extra late this past week, and you had missed him terribly. It had felt like an eternity since he’d last touched you. He wasted no time capturing your mouth, letting his hands roam all over the parts of you that weren’t covered by his shirt and then slipping them underneath to feel the rest of you. Everything seemed to be normal until he had you pinned beneath him on the mattress, and then it was like something inside him snapped.

Matt’s kisses became more rushed and forceful, almost bruising. He bit down on your bottom lip so hard, you swore he’d drawn blood and could taste the metallic tang on your tongue. His grip on your waist was rough, fingers digging into your flesh like blunt daggers. He had you completely trapped beneath his body, surrendered to his mercy, both of your hands imprisoned above your head in one of his as he fucked you at a brutal pace. The coarse growls that sounded in your ear sent shivers down your spine, but it was nothing compared to the feral look in his eyes. The normal golden honey had been eclipsed by onyx, and it felt like you were staring up at his devil mask rather than him. You couldn’t hardly recognize the face above you.

“Who’s pussy is this, huh? Who’s fucking pussy is this?”

“Y-yours.”

“Louder.”

“Yours…”

“Say it, louder.”

“Yours!”

Something about it felt off. You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t find your voice. He flipped you over without warning, and before you had a chance to feel the sting of his withdrawal, Matt was burying himself inside you to the hilt. He roughly shoved your face down into the pillows and set a brutal pace behind you. Your body jolted forward with every powerful snap of his hips, and every harsh slap of his palm against your ass. Matt reached forward and captured one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, squeezing so hard it caused you to yelp.

“Ah..Matt!”

“That’s it, let everyone know who’s fucking you this good. Let everyone fucking know.”

Matt fucked you mercilessly, but you weren’t enjoying it like you normally did. Something didn’t feel right. It felt like he was mad at you for something, like he was punishing you for something you weren’t aware of. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his pace getting sloppy, the guttural grunts behind you letting you know he was close. Matt let out a loud, animalistic groan as he came and it made you shudder. Your legs gave out when he released your hips and you fell onto your side on the mattress, curling up into yourself. Matt panted as he laid beside you, resting his hand on your waist.

“Fuck…sorry, I couldn’t hold it. Give me a second and I’ll help you finish.”

“N-no, you don’t have to.”

“You sure? You didn’t-”

“It’s okay. I’m really tired. Let’s just go to bed.”

You felt Matt tense up behind you, and you wondered if he realized just how rough he’d been. He silently wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing a soft kiss to your skin. All night you laid there in his embrace trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. If he was mad at you, why was he cuddling you? Wouldn’t he have said something? What would he even be mad about? What had you done? You racked your brain tirelessly for an answer, but nothing came to mind.

You could hear Matt cooking in the kitchen when you woke up. For a minute you thought maybe you had been wrong last night. Maybe you had read everything wrong. Maybe you were reading into things too much. But then you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Matt had certainly left marks on you before, but never anything like this. You nervously ran your fingers through your hair as you tried to figure out how to approach this. A light grasp on your arm had you flinching, and you turned just in time to catch the smile on Matt’s face drop into a pit of worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Matt sighed as he took a step closer, taking one of your hands into his.

“Sweetheart, don’t do that. You know I can tell when you’re lying.”

“I’m just…sore. That’s all.”

“Sweetheart-”

The hiss that escaped your mouth when Matt touched your shoulder had him freezing immediately. He tilted his head to the side slightly, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as his eyes darted blankly back and forth. Your heart started to race once you realized what he was doing.

“Matt-”

It was too late. His eyes widened in horror as he took in the state of your body. You sighed softly as you reached out to place your hand against his bare chest.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? Y/N you’re covered in…fuck. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I’m okay, Matty. It doesn’t hurt-”

“Don’t lie to me. If it didn’t hurt, you wouldn’t flinch when I touch you.”

“It’s just sore, that’s all. I’m okay. I just-”

Matt tried to fixate his gaze where your eyes were, his chest rising and falling a little quicker as he waited for your response.

“Just what?”

“I…are you mad at me?”

Matt’s eyebrows rose to the center of his forehead, staring at you incredulously as a dry scoff escaped his mouth.

“Am I mad at you? Are you-why would you ask me that?”

“Because that’s what it felt like, Matt.”

Matt’s mouth hung open for a second as he studied you, taking a cautious step forward and lightly wrapping his arm around your waist.

“What do you mean?”

“Last night…it…it felt like you were mad at me for something.”

“What? No…no sweetheart, of course not. Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know, that’s what I couldn’t figure out. You know I-I don’t mind when you’re…last night just…it felt different. I don’t know-I just…”

“Was it too much?”

You hated the somber look on Matt’s face right now. You hated the guilt you heard dripping from his voice.

“It was…just…not what I was expecting. I mean, did something happen? Were you upset about something? It didn’t seem like it when you came home…but I-I don’t know. Maybe I missed it.”

“You didn’t miss anything. Nothing happened. I wasn’t upset. I guess I…I lost control”.

Matt dropped his arm from around your waist and took a few steps backward, leaning against the bathroom counter as he nibbled at his bottom lip. He exhaled deeply as he rubbed his palms against his face.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to-”

“No. No, I-maybe I…maybe it was me. Maybe I…I don’t know. Maybe I thought I was in the mood for that, and I wasn’t.”

“I should’ve checked in with you first.”

“You did, Matty. I wanted to, okay? God I really wanted to. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why it felt different, it just…I don’t know.”

“I pushed you too far. It’s my fault. I should’ve paid more attention last night. I should’ve caught that…that it was too much. I should’ve realized when you told me you didn’t want me to-I’m sorry.”

You cupped Matt’s face in your hands and brought his head down to press your forehead against his, lightly stroking your thumbs along his cheek bones.

“Hey, I know you would never intentionally hurt me. I know that. Maybe you lost control, maybe I was in a weird headspace. I don’t know. But either way, I know that and I trust you. I love you, Matty. It’s okay.”

“I love you, Y/N. So much. I’m so sorry-”

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I just…wasn’t sure what was happening.”

Matt sighed deeply as he gently wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against his chest.

“It won’t happen again. I promise.”

“Matty, I don’t mind when you leave marks. You know that.”

“Not like this. Not again.”

You shook your head slowly as you lightly trailed your thumb along Matt’s bottom lip.

“Matty, baby, I don’t mind them. Yes I’m a little sore, but that’s not why I was upset. I was worried I’d done something to upset you-”

“And that I took it out on you, like this. That doesn’t make me feel better.”

You sighed softly as you tilted your head back to look up at him, knowing this was a battle you were not winning anytime soon.

“We have got to do something about that Catholic guilt of yours.”

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Matt’s mouth, shaking his head slowly as he nudged your nose with his own.

“Good luck. No one’s found a cure for over two thousand years.”

“Hm. Well, I bet D doesn’t feel guilty about having his fun.”

“That’s because he’s kind of a dick.”

“But so much fun to play with.”

Matt arched one of his brows at your seductive tone, pushing lightly at your waist to put space between the two of you.

“No.”

“Aw c’mon, Matty-”

“Absolutely not. Come eat your breakfast.”

“But-”

“Do as I say, or I’m not letting him out to play again.”

“You don’t have that kind of self control.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised what I can commit to sweetheart.”

There was a taunting smirk on Matt’s lips and a flame of challenge flickering in his eyes. If there’s one thing Matthew Murdock was good at, it’s being fucking stubborn. You grumbled as you brushed past him, huffing as he chuckled deeply behind you.

“Good girl.”

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Spread your wings and fly away; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay guys well here we go with a long fic (sorry not sorry) but a lot and I mean A LOT happens in this chapter so I apologize in advance but this one is a tear jerker as well (hopefully not as much as the ‘family torn apart’ chapter) but I hope you all get the feels for this chap. ALSO PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SONG I HAVE TOWARDS THE END IT’LL REALLY SET THE MOOD. Thank you and enjoy my darlings, one more chapter I have for you guys before the next hiatus.

Okay so warnings: angst, fluff, also Roger is kinda an asshole in this so fair warning (just for a bit).

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*September 6th, 1984*

It all went by so fast. The ferry ride back, the flight from Italy all the way back to London. We had landed back to my home at around 12:45pm flying in first class. As we were waiting for border guards to check our passports and approve us back into England, the man stamped our passports and he said as he handed them back to Jack and me.

“Here are your passports back Mr. and Mrs. Kline. Hope you both had a pleasant honeymoon.”

“Thank you.” We both said. We walked through the airport and low and behold the press ambushed us with flashing cameras and tape recorders in our faces.

“Rock angel! Rock angel! Any comments on Freddie’s health status?”

“Mrs. Kline have you and Mr. Kline any comments of the rumors of Queen breaking up?”

“Are you breaking your ties with Queen?”

“Did you and your husband engage in any sexual orientation whilst you were away?”

“Any chance of you contracting something? Is your husband affected by any of it?”

“Why wasn’t Freddie Mercury on your wedding list?” I grabbed Jack’s arm and we raced off trying to get away from the press.

“Could you possibly be pregnant in order to not answer our questions?”

“FUCK OFF THE LOT OF YOU!!!” I cried out as I turned towards them and grabbed Jack’s arm and raced out of the airport. When we were finally rid of the buzzards I sighed heavily and muttered, “Back to the pests that is the press. And now they’ll involve you a lot more than when we started dating. I’m really sorry Jack.”

“Hey, I know who I married. I wouldn’t have stuck around this long if I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.”

“Aww~ I do not deserve you.” I cooed as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t.”

“You do, you do you do.” He kissed my lips and we went on out to the front desk to order us a cab to take us home but Jack stopped for one moment and said.

“Oh no.” but the way he said it threw me off. It didn’t sound alarmed or shock, his tone was light and happy?

“What?” I asked.

“Look who came to greet us.” I looked ahead and a smile spread across my face.

“Unbelievable.” For there just a few yards away staring right at us was the one and only John Deacon.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kline! Welcome back to London you two!” he cried out with a smile. Jack and I picked up our bags and we raced towards him. I took notice that Deacy’s hair had definitely changed since the wedding. It appeared like he was growing a mushroom on his head at this rate with how fluffy it was, like a sheep’s wool. As we now stood before him he said as he stared right at me, “Get into these arms, sister dear.”

“Brother mine, I can’t believe it!” I dropped my over bag and soon Deacy and I wrapped our arms around each other as he picked me up and spun me around. He kissed my cheek multiple times before setting me down.

“Oh Jack I hope you gave this girl a lousy honeymoon, because you are not taking her away this long again, I missed her too much.” He brought me in a one armed hug as he kissed the top of my head. I giggled and Jack said.

“Sorry. But it’s been the best 8 weeks she’s had.”

“Good man. Always treat the new wife like a queen during the honeymoon, just like I taught you.” Deacy and Jack soon hugged each other and that’s when he turned back towards me and said, “Hang on. What’s happened to you (y/n)? Something’s changed.” I giggled softly.

He placed his hand at the top of my head before bringing it towards his chest.

“You getting taller?”

“Unfortunately no.”

“Good, but something about you has definitely changed, what is it? Hmm?” I fiddled with my hair and said.

“What do you think?” he leaned down getting right into my face as he observed me closely. His brow arched as he kept looking over my face.

“Still can’t figure it out. But something has definitely changed about you.” He teased. I shook my head at him giggling softly before he stood in the middle of us with an arm wrapped around each of us as we gathered our luggage and headed out. He kissed the top of my head and ruffled the top of Jack’s as Jack said.

“So what’s new Deacy? I mean how’s Veronica, the kids and the guys?”

“Great. Everyone’s great. Kids can’t wait to see both their aunt and new uncle again. Eight weeks really is too long you two, a lot’s been happening around here.”

“Yeah a lot’s happened to us too Deacy, I mean we feel like a we’re practically a—new couple.” I praised. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Deacy and he took notice as he separated from us and asked me.

“What I cut myself shaving or something?”

“No, no. Just seeing you for the first time…I mean you know in so long.” I started off as I felt him stroke my cheek lovingly. I giggled and just had to ask him, “Okay Deacy but did you seriously grow a mushroom on your head while we were away?” He gave me one of his well known funny looks and he playfully shoved me head downward, as any brother would do as he said.

“Alright squirt. Let’s get you and your new husband back home.” He got between Jack and I once more wrapping his arms around our necks and we continued further into the parking lot.

We placed our bags in the trunk of his Volvo and Jack cleared his throat as he opened up the backseat and held his hand out.

“Thank you.” I said in a posh voice as I entered inside the car. Deacy proudly placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder before getting into the driver’s seat and Jack came in and sat beside me. Deacy started the car up and soon we left the airport and headed on home.

As we drove on ahead, Deacy soon spoke up.

“Oh Jack by the way, thank you for the down payment on that personalized AMP you were just dying to have.”

“And why wasn’t I told about this AMP?” I asked.

“I-I-I-I was going to give it to you before your next tour. But now the surprise is ruined.”

“Oh Jack you know I’m messing around with you.” I pecked his cheek and said, “But since you are now officially apart of this family you’re gonna have to get used to that. Deacy’s terrible wit and tongue that can lash out either a secret or tear down someone’s spirit with only two words. If it benefits him then he’ll burst out whatever comes to his mind. Ye ol dark horse.”

“But thy fair lady loves me for mine strong wit and clever silver tongue, doth she not?” Deacy teased me back looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

“That I do Deacy.”

“By the way I do love the new haircut.”

“Ahh Deacy, so you did notice!” I proclaimed.

“Of course I noticed. I’ve known everything about you since I met you.” He said. “Also, why do you keep saying my nickname in every sentence?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was doing that Deacy.” I choked up a chuckle as Deacy once again gave me one of his looks as I apologized. “Sorry Deacy.” There was a moment of silence for a brief moment before I finally said as I leaned up against the seat so that my head was near his, “Do you wanna know why I keep saying your nickname. The truth?”

“Because you missed your true favorite Queen member so much, right?” Deacy said as he placed his hand over his heart before briefly turning toward me.

“Exactly.” I said as I lightly poked him. “It’s because for my whole life, I mean you know for the past eight weeks. I tried to not say any of your names, never not once.”

“That true? So needy to forget us already?” Deacy mocked.

“Never for that reason. But it turns out that it was just too hard. And if you ask me; you’re the most unbreakable force that always keeps the peace together but knows how to stand up for yourself. Think about it. What would life have been like if I never got to know the bassist of Queen as more than just ‘the quiet guy’? Never getting to come up with new bass riffs with you. Never sitting down to have a family-friendly conversation. Never being able to say ‘hi Deacy’ or ‘what’s new Deacy?’ or ‘save me a dance Deacy’. I mean you even allowed me to meet your kids sooner than the guys, didn’t you?”

“Let me see if I got this right. You’ve missed being able to be with me?”

“Yeah. I’ve said it many times and I always mean it but this time it’s more. You’re really, really important to me big brother Deacy.” I softly said with a smile.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and I felt his hand go on top of mine and I kissed the top of his fingers before leaning against his fluffy hair. When I opened my eyes and saw the familiar pathway that we had missed my house but we were heading towards a house that was still close by.

“Oh my god. We’re going to Roger’s!?”

“And there’s the love for Roger I was waiting for.” I playfully scowled at him and leaned back.

“Just asking any particular reason we’re here?” asked Jack.

“Well Roger planned out a welcome home party with just all of our families to welcome you both home to London. Figured since he had the biggest house, he’d want to be the host this time around.” Deacy pulled up into the long gravel driveway that led up to Roger’s palace-like mansion.

When we finally reached up to the garage and Deacy shut the car off, we all got out of the car. As the boys went to grab the bags from the trunk, I got a good look at Roger’s place. I was so entranced that I didn’t hear the sound of footsteps racing toward me and I was suddenly spun around in the air.

“Look at you, you’re glowing!” I heard Roger’s voice rang out. I laughed as he finally put me down before bringing me into his arms for a tight embrace rocking me back and forth as he said, his voice muffled through my shirt and neck, “Ohh darling I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too dad.”

“Alright listen to me,” he separated from me cupping my face into his hands and said, “Just because you’re married to an American doesn’t mean he can make the decisions for you. You’re a full grown lioness now, you still have independence to spend.”

“I know.”

“Is that the long awaited returning Mrs. (Y/n) Kline I’m hearing?” we turned around and coming around was Brian.

“Hey Bri.”

“Oh welcome home love.” I walked up to him, his arms extended out for me and I went into his arms and he hugged and kissed me. “Did you have a good time love?”

“The best, Capri was so beautiful.”

“And what’s this? New haircut?”

“Yeah, a woman who owned a beauty salon was having a sale and when she saw me she offered to do it for free. Do you hate it?”

“No I absolutely love it.” Brian said with a smile as he stroked through my short hair.

“That’s what I told her, oh and Roger thanks for renting us the Villa, it was beautiful.” Jack said as he spoke up.

“Anytime Jack. But you better have treated this girl like a goddess while you were there.”

“Don’t worry, he did.” Deacy spoke up.

“Took plenty of pictures for us?” asked Brian.

“Oh lots of pictures. As well as some videos.” Jack answered. Well the ones that are appropriate of course, but I knew better to not answer that out loud.

“Uh-oh, Jack brace yourself my love.” I said as I stepped out of Brian’s arms hearing the sudden thunder of various footsteps racing towards us.

Jack and I soon got not position as I was tackled by Laura, Felix and Robert while Jack was embraced by Michael, Jimmy, Louisa.

“Auntie (y/n)! Uncle Jack!” we soon heard a choir of voices. I hugged my munchkin army. I rapidly kissed all of them on the top of their heads or their cheeks and I saw Jack giving his new nephews and niece the same treatment.

“Switch!” I cried out and then the kids switched and I got to hug Michael, Jimmy and Louisa while Jack got my lot of kids.

“I thought I was hearing your voices.” Veronica soon spoke up as she held baby Joshua but baby Joshua definitely got bigger than last I saw him. Soon Chrissie and Dominique came up behind her and the girls welcomed us back with hugs and kisses.

Veronica even let me hold Joshua and I gave him multiple kisses. After greeting the rest of the family, Roger led us all inside and we all gathered in the living room where a welcome home barbeque was made.

Of course to the dismay of Rog, Brian brought the vegetarian stuff and he was almost about to just throw it in the trash but I convinced Roger to allow Brian to cook his stuff on the grill. Once the food was ready we all gathered out in the backyard and ate our meal.

“Alright I propose a toast is in order; Jack and (y/n) we welcome you back from your long honeymoon. We know that having a singer for a spouse isn’t easy, but Jack you managed to snatch a good one and you’ve made her happier than we’ve ever seen her. Keep each other close and always find the time to make your marriage work. To the Klines.” Roger spoke out.

“To the Klines.” The rest of the guys raised their wine glasses or beer bottles in the air and we drank to the Roger Taylor toast.

As the day went on, the girls had pulled me aside and Deacy asked.

“And just where do you ladies think you’re going?”

“Wives circle talk. No husbands allowed.” Dominque spoke up as the ladies took me towards the basement. “So, c’mon (y/n) tell us.”

“Tell you what Nique?” I asked.

“Oh don’t you lie to us little missy. The boys may not see it but we most certainly do. This glow that you’ve been emitting that glow only goes with one thing and one thing only.” Veronica spoke up. It was then I realized.

They knew.

“Oh my god girls it was…..” I groaned out a sigh and they all laughed as we all gathered around the furniture down in the basement. Dominque got some wine from Roger’s cellar and refilled our glasses and Chrissie said.

“So I have to ask; how many times?” I choked out a laugh feeling a bit tipsy from my three previous wine drinks already and I said.

“Every day, sometimes twice or three times a day. Hell sometimes we just did it all day.” The girls all hoot and hollered and even howled as Chrissie said.

“So Kansas boy performed well for you?”

“Chrissie, I bet the whole island knew what we were doing.” I sputtered out a laugh as the girls all laughed along with me. We continued to have our wives talk until it was sunset and Brian and Deacy thought that it was best to get the kids to bed.

We all said our goodbyes and since Jack and I didn’t really have a way back home just yet, Roger actually offered us one of the many spare bedrooms for us to stay in tonight and then he would drive us home in the morning. As Jack and I stumbled our way into the bed, my drunken mind was fuzzy as I nuzzled myself into my husband’s neck.

“I love you Mr. Kline.”

“And I you Mrs. Kline.” I felt him kiss my neck and soon we both passed out.

“Rise and shine you two!” I painfully groaned as I saw a bright light hit my face. I pulled the sheet over and heard Jack groan as well. “Wake up yah lazybones. I don’t want any drunkin sex in this house understood! I want hands where I can see them!”

“God Roger would you lower the volume a bit. This is a house not a rock concert.” I groaned out.

“You’re lucky I don’t have an amp in this room as well as a guitar. Then that’d be a wakeup call.” I groaned and said as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

“What do you want Taylor?”

“Came to tell you that breakfast is ready. So hurry up and come down before Felix and I claim it for ourselves. You know how that kid gets around pancakes.”

“He gets his eating habits from you.” I teased as I got out of bed and rubbed my face with my hands. I smugly looked at him and stood up before playfully bumping into him and headed on downstairs.

“And there she is, was about to think you’d never wake up.” Dominque said from the oven. I saw Felix already eating his breakfast and the second he saw me he waved at me and said with his mouth full of food.

“Mornin auntie (y/n).”

“Ah-ah Felix don’t talk with your mouth full, I didn’t raise you to be like your father.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Roger spoke up as he walked up to Dominque and pecked her cheek.

“I can manage only one Roger Taylor, I don’t need to handle a second one.” Roger rocked her back and forth as he kissed her again before I felt Jack’s arms wrap around me.

“Morning gorgeous.”

“Morning love.” I giggled as I felt him kiss my temple.

“Tone it down you two.” Roger’s voice rang up.

“Oh leave the happy couple alone. They’re married now they can do what they want.” Nique said as she winked in my direction. Finally we all sat around the dinner table and had our breakfast. Once we were done; just as Roger promised us, he helped back our luggage in his car and drove us home.

Of course he had me sit up front with him and had Jack in the backseat. Even when we’re married he still has to act like the overprotective papa lion. Soon enough we arrived back at my house.

“Made sure to keep it clean just how you liked it.” Roger said.

“Impressive, never knew Roger Taylor could keep a house clean.” I teased him. He playfully scowled at me and said.

“Alright we’ll see you at the studio later love.” I nodded then just before I got out, he stopped me and said, “Oi. Payment. You know the rule.”

“C’mon Rog really?”

“Yes. Come on. Give your dad a kiss.” I just looked at him before leaning forward and gave him a peck on the cheek and he gestured for me to go on.

“Thanks for the lift dad.” I said to him as I got out and Jack thanked him as well.

“Anytime love.” We both shut the door and grabbed our suitcases and bags and once Jack banged on the trunk letting Roger know we were good, we stepped onto the sidewalk and Roger drove off. We both waved goodbye and I sighed heavily and solemnly.

“You okay?”

“Oh it’s gonna break his heart when I have to tell him. This is probably the most happy I’ve seen him since before—” I trailed off not wanting to think about it.

“I know babe, I know. But we both agreed, remember?” I nodded and he said, “Then he’ll understand. Now come on let’s get this stuff unpacked and relax for a bit before you have to head to work.” I nodded and then we walked up the steps to my house.

I grabbed the key from under the mat and unlocked the door and opened it when I was suddenly picked up bridal style. I let out a series of giggles as Jack walked me in through the house and he silenced my laughter with a kiss before setting me down.

“You know I never did understand that ‘tradition’. I mean why can’t both couples just walk in the house together?”

“Because it’s more romantic. After all that you do, you deserve to be carried like a princess once in a while.” I shook my head at him as he went back outside and grabbed the luggage.

After unpacking, we settled down for a bit and cuddled then by the time it was noon, I had gotten changed, showered and freshened up for my day at the studio. I grabbed my bike and was now sitting along the driveway with Jack standing beside me.

“So you gonna talk to the guys first?”

“Miami will be notified first. After all managers and companies need to know whether their singers are transferring. It makes much more sense cause there’s all these legal papers I need to sign and phone calls that need to happen. Messy process and long but the guys will be told as I’m doing it.”

“Okay, hey.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and he said, “It’s gonna be okay. They’ll understand.”

“I hope you’re right Jack. I really hope so.” We kissed each other and I turned my bike on before driving out into the streets heading towards the studio.

*3rd Person POV*

The three members of Queen arrived at the studio at around 1pm and as they walked through the corridor they saw through Jim’s window their beloved Rock Angel talking to him. Through the window they could see Jim’s expression appear to be solemn almost heartbroken.

“What do you think she told him?” asked Roger.

“I don’t know.” Answered Brian.

“Maybe we should step in, see what’s going on?”

“No. You know how she gets when we invade on her privacy. Which unlike you Rog, I respect.” Deacy stated.

“Oi I respect her privacy.” Both guitarists looked at the drummer skeptically, immediately knowing that that was a lie. They watched as Jim handed (y/n) some papers and the two shook hands with each other before quickly retreating backward as (y/n) left Jim’s office.

“Thank you Jim. For everything.”

“It’s no trouble at all (y/n).” Jim placed a hand on her shoulder gently squeezing it, his eyes shining with sorrow but also pride. Letting her know just how proud he was of her for all that she’s accomplished in these past 4 years since he’s known and managed her.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” muttered Roger.

The next few days went about as normal as the guys would come in as normal into the recording room to be apart of (y/n)’s upcoming record. Since this was her 6th album to date, she wanted this one to be truly special as she had her boys on the album once more. Sure they were missing a queen but he was off doing his own thing in Munich at the time, and plus they were all still very upset with what had happened back in March.

The recording lasted pretty much from morning to night with minor arguments here and there but nothing too extreme, except when it came to either speeding up the tempo or complaining that there didn’t need to be as much guitar riffs for a certain song.

When a break would occur to either edit lyrics or practice a section of the song, (y/n) would secretly take the time to look over the papers that Jim had given her in his office.

*My POV*

I was re-reading the papers again thoroughly to make sure that this was official and that I would be getting a fair deal in my upcoming future in the music industry.

“(Y/n). (Y/n). (Y/n)!” I shot my head up and there stood Brian.

“Hmm? You say something Brian?”

“Only that it’s midnight and that we’ve decided to call it a day.”

“Ohh, okay you guys can go on ahead. And since you all have done your parts on all the songs, you three can take the rest of the time off. Thank you for everything you guys have done to help me.”

“No problem. You want to head down to the garage with us?”

“Oh no I’m gonna stay here for a little while longer. Catch up on some stuff, call for interviews and all that to make up from the time that I lost.” I tried to cover up a lie.

But I could tell that Brian was seeing right through me. My heart was racing erratically and nervously. I smiled softly at him trying to make it seem like I wanted to do it and he said.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to talk to me about, love?”

“Wha-what’s there to talk about?”

“Well, you’ve been a little—edgy with us lately. Like there’s something you want to tell us but, you’re afraid on what we’ll say.” He said as he walked closer to me. Without trying to make it too obvious, I tried to hide the contracts within my lyrics sheet. I kept my eyes on the curl haired guitarist and said.

“Brian I swear, I’m okay. Just—a little stressed cause the press have been on my back ever since I got married. Wanting to know if I’ve had any kinky sex videos stashed away.” His brows raised skeptically as he stared down at me.

God please just buy it Brian, please I’m begging you just take it. Finally after an intense stare off Brian sighed heavily and said.

“Okay darling, if you say so.” Thank god. “But so you know; when you’re ready to talk. You can always ring me up.”

“I know.” I said solemnly.

“Okay, I love you, you know that too right?” I nodded and I felt him embrace me from behind as he said, “Don’t overwork yourself too much. Give yourself another hour, hour and a half maximum then I expect you back home with Jack. I’ll even call him to make sure you do just that.” I felt him kiss the top of my head and rub my arm before he walked out of the booth.

Goddamn you Brian Harold May! He always does that to me and every time I fess up to what’s really bothering me. One of these days it’s gonna stop….unfortunately today wasn’t that day.

“Brian wait!” I swallowed heavily and continued, “There—there is something that I….need to tell you.” I refused to look at him because I knew if I did, then I’d just break down crying.

“What is it love?” I felt his hand take my free one that was just lying against the armrest of the chair I was sitting at. Hesitantly I looked up at him to see his face was full of nothing but pure concern.

“I……”

“Brian what gives? You’re supposed to be my ride back and—oh sorry was I interrupting something?” Deacy’s voice spoke up. The two of us looked up and Brian said.

“Actually—”

“No. In fact I’m glad you’re here Deacy, have a seat. This…..actually involves you too.” At hearing my statement Deacy closed the door as he entered the studio and he said.

“This doesn’t sound good. Are you okay (n/n)?”

“I’m fine. It’s just I…..” I sighed heavily running my hand through my hair as I choked out an icy chuckle, “God damnit why is it so hard to talk to you guys about this?”

“Didn’t know we were so difficult to talk to.” Deacy spoke up. Brian glared at him before turning back to me.

“Just take a few deep breaths love.” He assured me. I did as he told me to do and when I was finally calm I said.

“Jack and I; we’ve……we’ve been talking about this topic a lot throughout the honeymoon. It came up briefly in conversation but then we had to really discuss this thoroughly and that both parties agreed to this. While it is true we could just keep having his family fly out here to London for visits, it’s just not fair for them to keep wasting their own money. Not to mention that I strictly forbid any of them being hounded by the press should it be leaked out that they are the family of the Rock angel’s husband. I refuse to do that to them. So—Jack and I talked and we’ve both decided that…..”

“That you should live in America with him.” Deacy finished for me. I looked at both of them sadly and said.

“Yes.” I then tossed my lyrics sheets aside and showed them my transfer papers and explained. “Jim has been making some calls and I’m going to do a partnership with Hollywood records. But even though I’m transferring main recording labels, I’ll still be able to come here and record my albums here in England should I feel like it, it’s just Hollywood records will release my music from now on.”

“Any idea on where you’ll live in the states?” asked Brian.

“Well not yet. But Kelly’s offered for us to stay at the family home until Jack and I decide where we want to live.” There was silence as the guys looked over my contract transfer papers. Then finally they both looked at me and Brian said once more.

“So you’re really leaving England?”

“I know, I know this is all so fast. And this wasn’t easy for me to admit to you guys, after what happened with Freddie I didn’t want to make you guys hate me for leaving or making me think that I’m abandoning you guys because I’m not I—” my sad rambling was stopped as Deacy came up to me and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. My chin resting on his shoulder as he softly said.

“You should do what makes you both happy love.” I sat there bewildered. I placed my hands on Deacy’s shoulder blades and muttered.

“Really?” He separated from me and he said.

“You’re my sister (y/n), what more could I possibly want from you?” he tucked the strand of hair out of my face and he continued, “I know it’s never easy to confess something like this. Leaving family, but when a new chapter of your life happens, like marriage, you need to find a compromise that’ll make both husband and wife happy. Marriage isn’t easy and not a lot of people are cut out for it, but you and Jack seem ready to make the plunge. Even if it means breaking a few hearts along the way.”

“So I am making you guys think I’m abandoning you.” I choked out.

“On the contrary love, and I think I speak for Brian as well when I say this; we’re more proud than heartbroken.” It was then Brian came up to me and cupped my face in his hands and he said.

“You’ve been in Queen’s shadow long enough here in the UK. Time for the Rock Angel to truly shine in America. You’ve proven to us that you’re finally ready to take the chance to grow fully on your own, without the three of us hounding over you 24/7. Maybe you can achieve the one thing we hadn’t gotten yet. And that’s #1 album in America.” I softly laughed as tears fell down my face.

Brian wiped them away and placed his forehead against mine as he whispered.

“Time to finally look after yourself our brave lioness.”

“Time for you to finally spread your wings and fly away.” Deacy said with a soft smile.

“Aww you guys.” I whimpered as the two guitar players hugged me sandwich style.

“That doesn’t mean we won’t miss you love.” Brian said.

“Not as much as I’ll miss you guys.” I whimpered as I buried my face into their chests. After a moment of silence of just being in their arms my mind suddenly came up to one last obstacle. “But what about Roger?”

“We’ll help you with that if you want us to.” Suggested Deacy.

“You guys would do that? For me?”

“You should know by now that we’d do anything for you poppet.” Said Brian. I nodded and held onto them tighter.

“I just hope he doesn’t hate me. He’s been the one I’ve been most nervous about telling.”

“We know love, but we’ll be there as back up in case things get out of hand. Because you know Roger,”

“Next to Freddie, he’s the most hysterical queen.” We all said together.

The next morning, Jack and I arrived at the studio. We entered inside and there Brian was by the table tennis playing by himself as he hit the ball up against the wall, while Deacy was fiddling around with his bass.

The only voice that spoke up was Roger’s as I took notice that he was on the phone with someone speaking French. Jack and I were confused and Brian whispered.

“House realtor.”

“For who?” I asked. He then pointed to me and I groaned. “Oh god.”

“We’ve got to do it baby.” Jack said.

“I know. But I guarantee he’s gonna be pissed.” I took a deep breath and walked towards him as Roger sounded like he was finishing up. He hung up the phone and when he saw me he smiled and said.

“Ahh (y/n) bout time you got here. Here I want you to take a look at a few of these houses that might be best suited for a vacation house in Paris. Dominique and I just put a down payment for one so I was asking if there was another one in case you and Jack want a nice little French vacation. Which one do you like, hmm?” His arm came around me as I sat beside him and he handed me the magazine with all the houses available in France.

“Honestly Rog, we’re not ready to settle on a vacation home just yet.”

“Okay that’s fine. Just thought we’d get a better deal on buying two houses at once.” My leg was softly bouncing up and down from the nerves that were coursing through my veins. My adrenaline was pumping and I felt like I was about to dry hurl all over the floor. “Are you okay love?”

“Hmm?” I squeaked out.

“Bloody hell (y/n), you’re visibly trembling. C’mere love.” Come on (y/n) just spit it out. As Roger held onto me stroking my arm up and down I suddenly blurted out.

“JackandIaremovingtoAmerica!” I felt Roger froze and he looked down at me but I refused to look him in the eye as he asked.

“What?”

“Jack and I—we’re…..”

“We’re going to live in America.” Jack piped in. I slowly looked up to just see Roger’s face stoic. His blue eyes just staring Jack down, and I swear to god I know this is crazy but I think if he stared at him any longer, Jack would be 6ft. under right about now.

“Tell me he’s joking. You’re joking right?” He said as he gripped my arms forcing me to look at him.

“Roger it’s all true. She told us about it last night.” Deacy spoke up.

“I wasn’t talking to you John! I was talking to (y/n).” Roger snapped. He cupped my chin, his eyes glowing with worry as he said, “Please tell me it’s not true (y/n).” I only looked at him before saying as I lowered my eyes.

“It’s true.”

There was nothing but dead silence throughout the studio except for Roger’s heavy breathing. The type of breathing that only happened when he got pissed. Very pissed.

“You son of a bitch! I knew you’d try this!” Roger suddenly got up and headed towards Jack about to beat the shit out of him. Had it not been for Brian getting between them and holding him back, I guarantee Roger would’ve followed through and beat my husband.

“Roger take it easy! Take it easy! Take it easy.” Deacy pulled Jack back a few feet and stood in front of him as I shot up and said.

“Roger please! We both agreed to this. This wasn’t just Jack’s decision.”

“Your home is here, with us! Why can’t he move here?!” he shouted at me as he pointed to Jack.

“Because I won’t take him away from his family.”

“So what are we to you?! A bloody joke!? Have you been edging us on this whole time!?” Oh he did not just say that to me.

“Choose your next words wisely Taylor. At this point you’re going down the same path as Freddie did.” I sneered at him. His breathing shallowed as he turned away from me and placed his arms against the wall trying to calm down.

“I won’t allow this. No. You’re staying here in London. You both are.”

“That’s not your call Roger. It’s already done. I’ve applied a transfer to Hollywood records….”

“I’ll cancel that transcript.”

“You can’t make that call, you’re not my lawyer!”

“But I am your father…..”

“YOU’RE NOT MY DAD!!!” I screamed at him. “I was never related to you to begin with. Not to mention that with this ring I’m classified as an adult so I think I can make my own decisions. God you’re just like everyone else in my life!” I stormed out of the studio, getting into the car and slammed the door trying to control my breathing as the tears came down my face.

I soon heard the door open and close beside me and I looked up to see Jack sitting beside me.

“I fucked things up forever.”

“No.” I glared up at him with a ‘get real’ look. “Okay things did turn to shit. But you told him, and that’s all that matters. How he acts is up to him. And if he can’t support your decision then you were right. He’s no better than what your aunt and uncle and ex-boyfriend Adam tried to do to you. At least Bri and Deacy support your decision.”

Jack brought me into his arms and kissed the crown of my head before telling Louis to take us back home.

When we got home as the day went on, Jack and I were packing up some of my stuff when I came across the picture of Roger and I after my Hyde Park concert, the same picture I knew that he had.

“Hey baby so what all are you thinking about getting rid of? I know records and posters are a definite take but what are you thinking about donating or selling?” I didn’t respond to him. “(Y/n)? Babe you okay?”

“Maybe this was a mistake.” I muttered.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked.

“Making the choice to move to America. I mean we should’ve better prepared the guys for it, especially Roger.”

“So that it huh?” I turned towards Jack and said.

“What are you getting at?”

“You don’t always have to fold every time he doesn’t agree with you. Sure you told him off but then you succumb to his ways.” He snapped. “Why must you give in to him every time? Why? I really want to know.”

“I just—look Jack all I’m saying is…..”

“Is that you wish to keep Roger controlling you. Letting him make the decisions, continuing to baby you?”

“Don’t you raise your voice at me Jack! And don’t you dare try and make me the bad guy here!”

“You know what, maybe we need a little space.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means until you figure out what you want, what you truly want. Don’t bother trying to find me.” I watched as Jack left the house slamming the door behind him. My breathing shallowed and I dragged my fingers through my hair before knocking over my small dining room table that held my lamp.

It exploded and broke as I screamed out as loud as I could.

“FUCKING HELL!!!” I slammed myself against the wall and just wept.

This was not how things were supposed to go. I’m pathetic.

*3rd Person POV*

Back in the studio Roger was still high off of anger when Deacy said.

“Well that was nicely handled you twat.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? And why didn’t you two back me up on this?”

“You’re joking right? Roger you were way out of line to say that to her. She’s married now, she can live her own life.” Deacy snapped.

“Don’t you guys see?! She practically doing the same thing that—” Roger stopped talking before heavily sighing out and turning away from his bandmates. It was then Brian and Deacy began to understand where Roger was coming from.

“We loved and cared for her, we gave her her dreams, and now she wants to leave us just like that. It’s like losing Fred all over again.” Roger choked up as he sat back down on the sofa. Deacy and Brian sat around him with Brian by his side on the sofa and Deacy on a chair that stood beside the sofa.

“I get what you’re saying now Rog. But what she wants is something totally different than what Freddie wanted.” Deacy said to him.

“And it’s not worth losing her love over.”

“But what if she chooses to never speak to us again?” Roger choked out. Brian shook his head immediately disagreeing with that statement, “I get that she wants to live her own life. But there are ways, and then there are ways. And I want her to live her life here at home.”

“Living her life her way or your way Roger?” asked Deacy with a quirked brow.

“You guys don’t understand. I made a promise to her father and I intend on keeping it.”

“Oh Rog I know how badly Freddie’s leaving affected you. And I know that you want to keep your promise, but what would (f/n) say if he saw you keeping his daughter like this?” Roger’s eyes were brimmed and red with tears as Brian spoke out the truth to him. “See, as parents we have to—let go. And let (y/n) make her own choices in life. Even if it hurts us, don’t you see? She’s helping us because one day the time will come, when our own children have to make their way out into the world. And if we can’t learn to let go of (y/n), how can we learn to let go of them?”

Roger took his best mate’s words to heart as he leaned forward into his hands and wept out.

“I’ve fucked things up.”

“There’s still time for you to fix things.” Brian said as he gave Roger a comforting, brotherly hug.

“How?” Roger whimpered out.

“You’re her papa lion Roger. You’ll find a way.” Deacy said as he reached over and rubbed his brother’s back.

*My POV*

*Play video*

I sat there on my chair with tears in my eyes unpacking my things and placing them back to where they were when a knock came at my door.

Was it Jack? No it couldn’t be him. Could it?

I raced over to the door and opened it but my heart sunk as standing there was Roger.

“If you’re here to try and convince me without my husband around you’re too late. You got what you wanted.” I said as I walked back into my living room to unpack my stuff.

“It wasn’t fair of me to try and control you like that. I was no different than your uncle or Adam. I was a selfish wanker and I shouldn’t have snapped at you or Jack like that.” He spoke solemnly as he came inside.

“Well apology not accepted. Because of you my marriage might have just ended. Jack he…he hasn’t come home at all. I have no idea where the hell he is, so papa lion wins. I’ll stay your little lion cub and never leave London.”

“I know there’s probably nothing I can do to fix this, but I would just like to try one thing. Do you remember when you were still in school. How Brian would make you those flashcards to help with your finals or midterms?”

“Roger I don’t have time—”

“Please, just hear me out, or rather just read me out.” I rolled my eyes. I can’t believe he thinks he can fix this all up with something as stupid as flashcards.

He held up the first card which read out the most ridiculous word I had ever seen (and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t even a real word), the word was FLOCKULOUS.

“Roger don’t.” I pleaded softly. He ignored me and turned the card over for the definition which read; ‘When Roger Taylor fucks up.’

“Really not helping.” He held up the next card which read DISCOPULANT. “Dear god,” I rolled my eyes. He turned it over and the definition read out; ‘Please forgive your papa lion?’

“Still a no.” But the third card was probably the most pathetic word I would ever see, RAPPLEPOP. “Rapplepop, really Taylor?” But when he turned it over, my anger ceased as the definition read out; ‘I will love my lioness, no matter where she is in the world.’

My heart stopped and I shifted my position as my arms crossed.

“Even if I’m in America with Jack?” he answered with a card. YES he then flipped it over and it continued to read, ‘It’ll kill me but yes.’

I kept my tears at bay until I finally choked up.

“You swear you’ll be okay with me leaving?”

“A parent is never ready to let go of their child. Blood or not. But I do know that if there’s one thing that’ll never change, no matter where you are. Is how much I Rapplepop you my brave lioness.” My lip trembled and I whimpered out.

“I Rapplepop you too papa lion.” I walked up to him and the two of us embraced each other tightly. Roger buried his face into my neck and I could feel his tears drop onto my neck.

With his help, we soon found out that Jack had actually gone to Deacy’s to cool down. I waited by the front door waiting for him to come to the door, he soon came to the door and we just looked at each other silently. Until he embraced me and apologized for how he reacted, and I told him that I was sorry for folding the way I did.

After making up to each other, we kissed each other softly.

*Roger’s POV*

As I watched Jack and (y/n) make up to each other from the car, the reality finally hit me at last. (Y/n) was no longer the shy, quiet, intern at the piano, she was now a full grown, independent woman. She wasn’t (y/n) (l/n), she was (y/n) Kline. The Rock Angel.

She needed to be on her own without me hovering over her. I was just fortunate that I managed to fix this before it was too late, I wouldn’t know what to do if she never forgave me. Guess Brian and Deacy were right, if I couldn’t let her go now, then how was I gonna do it for Felix? Or any other children I may have in the future.

But for now I was happy that Jack and (y/n) were back together again.

In the weeks that followed, Dominique had worked on selling (y/n)’s house and it was currently on the market and already potential buyers were lining up. Jack and (y/n) had packed their most important things for transport while the rest with a little help from me and Deacy we sold in the markets.

Then on Oct. 8th the time finally came for them to leave London. We were all gathered at the airport saying our final goodbyes. (Y/n) just got done hugging and kissing the kids telling them that she’d visit as much as she could and that this wasn’t goodbye forever.

She then hugged our wives goodbye and they each told her to keep in touch about everything that went on in her life. She then turned to Deacy and Brian. The first one she hugged was Deacy, he wore a proud but heartbroken smile across his face as he embraced his sister.

“Keep being your awesome self Deacy. Don’t let anyone underestimate you.” She told him.

“Good luck love, have a good life in the states.” She kissed his cheek and he stroked her cheek before kissing the top of her head. She turned to Brian who hugged her now.

“You know where to look whenever you feel alone right?”

“Yes Brian. Even though we’re a world apart, just to the stars and there you’ll be.” She answered back. He nodded before looking down at her and cupped her face in his hands before giving her nose a kiss and placing his forehead against hers.

“Gonna miss you love.”

“And I’ll miss you, Dr. Brian May.” She then turned toward me. Brian gave her one last kiss before stepping aside allowing me to have my final goodbye.

We stood face to face with each other and I reached into my pocket as I said.

“Close your eyes.” She looked at me confused but I told her again to do it and she obeyed. I then took out my parting gift to her and placed it around her neck. “Okay, you can open your eyes.” She opened her eyes and felt around her neck and saw what it was.

I had given her my medallion necklace that I have worn to practically every concert, rehearsal or photoshoot dating back probably 10 years ago. She looked up at me shocked and she said.

“Oh Rog, but this—you love this necklace.”

“Yeah. But I love you more.” She smiled sadly as I saw tears forming in her eyes. “Promise me you’ll always wear it.”

“I will.” I rubbed her arms and cupped the side of her face and said with a soft smile.

“Give your dad a kiss.” She softly laughed and kissed my cheek before hugging me as tight as she could. I embraced her back with just as much strength as I could. I almost didn’t even want to let her go, but I knew I had to.

“Last boarding call for Flight 43678 to Chicago. Last call for Chicago is now boarding.” I let her go and thumbed her cheek gingerly as she slowly walked away from me and took Jack’s hand and the two of them showed their tickets and passports to the gate keeper and she let them board.

As they entered the gate, (y/n) turned toward us one last time. We all waved goodbye to her. She smiled warmly and gave us one final wave before she disappeared down the gate and boarded the plane with Jack.

The gate keeper closed the door and locked the doors and we all took our seats, waiting to see her flight take off before we would all leave the airport. After about 10 minutes, we saw as the plane left the gate and soon took off into the air.

She was gone. Just like that, leaving off on her next adventure with the man she married.

I felt hands at either of my shoulders and when I looked it was both my bandmates. Each of them feeling the same way I was right now.

“You did the right thing Rog.” Said Brian.

“I know I did; I know.” I muttered.

“Who knows, maybe we’ll see her sooner than we think.” Said Deacy.

“One can only hope.” I sighed and kept my eyes to the heavens as I whispered, “Good luck (y/n).”

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