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Making Queen members flower crowns would include

Pairing: Queen members x reader

Word count: (altogether) 1800+

Warnings: some sickening fluff, oh and swearing but that’s a standard, some slightly suggestive themes in john’s (implied sex) but nothing accually happens except a kiss

A/N: Hello you beautiful people! I’m back (don’t get used to that tho lol) I thought of this two years ago when i first saw Bohemian Rhapsody (SO 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO). Freddie’s is gender neutral. I tried to add a “keep reading” button but I’m not sure it works tbh because this hell of a side never cooperates.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Brian May

You were laying on Brian's lap, the sun hitting your face pleasantly. This week the weather was nice and warm, which was something extremely unusual in England, so the two of you decided to head out to the country and have a little picnic.

After what felt like hours spent in the car ("Brian, for Christ's sake, would you open the bloody window, I can't breathe!" and "Bri, I love you, but if we don't get there in five minutes, I'm going to murder you, I swear") you finally found a nice clearing, where you could relax and forget about the stresses of city life.

Brian put down a blanket on the grass, near a small stream that flew through the forest. He brought the bag with food and drinks (you didn't have a basket, so you had to improvise). 

You quickly put some sunscreen on your face and laid down, keeping your head propped on Brian's lap. He put a hat over his face and fell asleep, his chest rising steadily. 

After some time (that fucking wasp didn't let you sit in one place), you stood up and noticed many beautiful flowers, growing on a nearby bush. You got lost in picking up the most beautiful ones, admiring each one carefully. When you got enough, you sat back down and started tying the stems together.

Suddenly you got an idea. Careful not to wake him up, you began sticking the flowers in Brian's dark curls. 

Your now decorated boyfriend woke up and stretched, not noticing the colourful addition to his hair. This made you chuckle softly, but you decided to see how long it would take him to realize.

+"What is it, babe? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, Bri, I just remembered a funny joke, that's all."

"Oh tell me, then."

"What’s the difference between a lawnmower and an electric guitar?"

"Hm?"

"You can tune a lawnmower!"

You both enjoyed the rest of the day swimming in the stream, sunbathing and eating the snack you brought. And Brian somehow still didn't notice.

Until it was time for you to get home.

You got in the car ("Open the window now, it's like in the oven in here!") and Brian looked into the rear-view mirror.

+"Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck is that? I love it."

Roger Taylor

So honestly it would probably happen during one of his concerts.

You were backstage watching the show, enjoying every second of it. Freddie was in the middle of shouting some (very inappropriate) compliments to Brian's ass, slapping his buttcheeks. The crowd immediately went wild hundreds of fans screamed in unison. You chuckled under your breath, flashing a white smile at your beloved boyfriend Roger and his bandmates. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you turned around, your eyes meeting Mary's.

+"What's up, kiddo?" she smirked and patted your back.

"Oh, nothing much. Just Freddie being Freddie," you replied, making both of you erupt with laughter.

Suddenly you felt a familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. Out of nowhere, your hands became shaky, your breath shallow and quick. Feeling like you need some fresh air, you excused yourself.

+"Are you sure you're okay, (Y/N)?" Mary watched you carefully, her hand supporting you in case you fainted.

"Yes, Mary, I just need some fresh air. I'm extremely tired, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning" you reassured your friend. "I'm just gonna sit outside for a while."

"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked, still not convinced about your well-being.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to spoil the gig for you. I'll be back before you know it" you squeezed her hand and, after promising her to be careful, you headed outside.

You took a walk alongside the small patch of lawn beside the exit. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you noticed some daisies grow in the green grass. Without thinking much, you sat down and started picking them up and tying their stems together.

Your fingers worked quickly, making a beautiful flower crown, mindlessly.

Meanwhile, on stage, the boys were singing She makes me - a song that reminded Roger of you. He quickly glanced to his right, expecting to see your beautiful figure standing with Mary. But, much to his surprise, he couldn't see you anywhere. It was no secret that his eyesight was shit but, bloody hell, it wasn't that bad. His blue eyes were searching for you, frantically.

When the song ended, he quickly motioned to Freddie to take a quick break, while he went to check up on you. He practically sprinted to Mary, almost knocking down his drumkit and John.

+"You dumb fuck, watch where you're going, Rog!"

Usually, Roger would reply with some snarky comment, but at that moment he really didn't care. When he reached Mary, he didn't even need to ask her about you. 

+"She's outside. Needed some fresh air" the girl shooked her head towards the exit. 

Roger quickly walked outside, knowing that he couldn't stall the audience for too long. But at the same time, he must have made sure you were all right.  

He got out of the building and searched for you. He spotted to sitting on a small patch of grass, holding a pretty flower crown in your hands. His heart ached at this sight. 

+"Hello, love" he whispered, kneeling next to you. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am, Rog" you kissed his cheek. "I just felt a bit off, that's all." 

You felt your boyfriend press a kiss to your hair. You smiled at the feeling, leaning into his touch. 

You finally placed the finished flower crown on his head, brushing away loose strands of sweaty hair from his face, your hand gently brushing his temple. He took your tiny hands in his and kissed your fingers.

+"Do you wanna go back in there, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, looking deeply into your eyes.

You nodded and pecked his lips, "Of course, Rog, I wouldn't want to miss any more of your show."

He smiled and lead you inside, placing his hand on the small of your back. You returned to Mary and wished your boyfriend good luck. 

Roger kept the flowers on his head throughout the whole gig, sending you a dashing smile and winking at you every now and again.

I just think Roger would look sososo pretty in a flower crown.

John Deacon

It was a lovely afternoon in London. You and your fiancé John decided to take a walk after the whole day in the studio, recording songs.

Taking a walk in a nearby park was a great way to destress and release the tension accumulated during the day. It was something John realized pretty early on in your relationship and took full advantage of it. He loved wandering along the pebbled pathways that swirled around beautiful trees and bushes full of colourful flowers. Being in the presence of nature made him feel at ease and helped him relax.

But the real reason why he enjoyed your walks so much was you. He adored seeing your face light up with joy when you saw a squirrel run up a branch of an old oak or when you spotted a particularly beautiful fish in the small pond. He could watch you pick up fallen leaves for ages and hear you talk to little kids in a playground, showing them the shiny rocks you collected along the way.

To be honest, he always dreamt about starting a family with you and seeing you get along with kids so well only increased that desire.

Often after a walk, he was in the mood™, which, considering his shy nature, always took you by surprise.

Oh man, he just loved taking a walk in the park.

And today was no different.

You were walking hand in hand, admiring the blossoming flowers. Occasionally, you would stop and pick them up, making a small bouquet in the process. White daisies, pink clovers and blue forget-me-nots accumulated with every step you took.

John was telling you about the new idea he had for a song, kissing your cheek every now and again.

Listening to him, you started to fiddle with the flowers, tying them in knots. After a while ("And then, I think, we could include a gong, you know?") you were done with your creation.

You put the flowers on John's head and kissed his temple.

+"What's that, darling?" he asked you, surprised.

"Nothing, but I think you look sensational, my love" you replied, smiling innocently.

You felt John's hand bring you closer to him. He kissed you, entangling his long and incredibly skilled fingers in your hair. The kiss soon turned into more heated one.

+"I'll show you how sensational I really am, pretty girl."

Freddie Mercury

So with Freddie, it was probably at one of his parties.

He invited you along to have a drink with him and his bandmates.

You usually weren't the one for big and loud parties, but he kept asking you and you gave in.

+"Oh okay, Fred, I'll do it," you said after the twentieth time he had asked you.

"Fantastic, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, loudly clapping his hands. "Just remember to wear a costume."

But you didn't really want to dress up in fancy dresses or costumes from different eras. Calling Mary, you asked her for advice and she told you to just wear some accessories.

So before the party, you went to a small flower shop and bought a small bouquet of purple lilacs. At home, you made a flower crown, hoping that dressing up as a nymph would be enough.

When you got to Freddie's house, you were greeted by a crowd of people in colourful skirts and suits with fashionable patterns. That's when you found Freddie, Roger, Brian and John, chilling on a couch with their dates.

+"Oh, (Y/N), you look marvellous, darling!" exclaimed Freddie dressed as a king, while he stood up to embrace you in a warm hug.

"Thank you, Fred, I made it myself" you smiled shyly.

You got some champagne and joined the conversation.

Suddenly, you felt a pat on your shoulder, and, when you turned around, you saw Freddie holding out a hand to you, asking you to dance with him. You gladly accepted and got up. 

+"I really meant it, darling. You do look marvellous tonight" he whispered in your ear.

"Thank you, Freddie, you can have it if you'd like" you sent him a warm smile.

You took off his golden crown and set it aside. Gently taking off the flower crown from your head, you placed it on top of Fred's. He beamed at you and put his own crown on top of your head.

+"Now you rule here, darling."

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15x05 CODA

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It's late when his phone rings. Castiel’s fast asleep, curled up in his bed with one of Dean’s flannels in a bundle held against his chest. He jerks awake and slaps his hand against the nightstand blindly. When he gets the phone in his hand, he swipes the blurry green button with only one eye open and presses it against his ear.

“Yeah?” he answers in a groggy voice, still half asleep.

The person’s response is a wrecked sob. It’s stretched out and desperate - full of agonizing pain and defeat.

Castiel remembers the first time he heard Dean Winchester make that sound. The only time he has. In hell.

It breaks his heart that Dean’s back there again. That Chuck’s made his whole world a hell that even Castiel can’t save him from.

“Dean,” Castiel whispers, sitting up in bed and closing his eyes. A tear of his own falls down his cheek as he listens to Dean try to catch his breath. “It’s okay, Dean. It’s okay. I’m here.”

His reassuring words just cause a fresh series of hitched sobs and gasping breaths. Castiel has never missed his wings more than he does right now. He’d give anything to be beside the man he loves, holding him as he cries.

It takes so much to make his beautiful human cry.

Castiel feels sick to think of what happened.

“It’s okay, Dean. It’s okay.” Castiel clenches Dean’s flannel tight to his chest, burying his nose in it. It barely smells like him anymore, but every once in a while, a rare inhale will bring Castiel his scent. He could really use one of those right now. “It’s okay, Dean.”

“‘S not,” Dean finally manages to say. “Not okay.”

“I know.”

The two grow silent. Well, Castiel is silent. Dean continues crying, though he’s starting to manage it now. The sobs have been replaced with shaky breaths and tiny, choked whimpers.

Castiel gives him all of the time he needs. It takes seventeen minutes before Dean finally sucks in a deep breath and talks again. “Did you get Sam’s message?”

Feeling guilt overwhelm him, Castiel admits, “I haven’t been listening to them, no.”

“What if something happened?”

“If something big enough happened, I know the two of you would tell Jody.” Castiel picks a fuzzy off of Dean’s flannel. “I listened to them at first, but it hurt too much, Dean. I am sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. Fuck... Cas - Cas, I’m so fucking sorry I ruined us.”

Dean starts to cry again, his breathing on the brink of panic. “Dean, you and I, we’re infinite. You understand me? We are bigger than this fight. We can’t be ruined.”

The man on the other end of the line huffs a laugh. “We aren’t bigger than him.”

“Bigger than who, Dean?”

“Chuck.” Castiel’s heart leaps in his throat. Before he can ask for clarification, Dean says, “He’s back. Wrote us a cute little story today. Brought Lilith back to star in it. Took the gun and destroyed it. Made it clear the only way our story ends is with me killin’ Sammy, or Sammy killin’ me.”

Castiel has to clench his teeth to keep from growling in anger. He takes in three very deep breaths to calm himself before he speaks to Dean, not wanting to make things worse. His voice still trembles as he says, “We’ll fight him.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what Sammy said.”

“We’ve fought so many things, Dean. We’ve overthrown heaven. Hell. We can win this.”

“No. We can’t. Those were all his stories. Don’t you see that now? Team free will was never even real. Chuck created it for us.” Dean laughs. The sound is on the brink of hysterics. “How fucked up is that?”

“Dean-”

“I missed hell today.” Castiel’s breath is stolen from his lungs. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words break past the barrier of his lips. “Lilith started cutting me up, tearin’ into me like Alistair used to. At first, I felt so much fuckin’ fear, Cas. I thought ‘no way, this can’t be happening, I can’t go through that again,’ but then the strangest calm washed over me, and I thought ‘maybe hell wouldn’t be so bad.’ The pain made sense in hell, ya know? Alistair stood in front of me. Showed me the weapons. Hell, that sadistic bastard liked to talk me through everything he was doing. Liked to explain it to me in detail. He made me understand. I always understood , Cas. And when he let me off the rack? I became the god of every soul they put in front of me. The master of their fate. Things made sense, and I had control, and I missed it. I missed it so much I couldn’t breathe.”

Castiel closes his eyes, images of Dean in hell flashing behind his eyelids. Covered in blood as Alistair carved into him. Trying to be strong, then eventually breaking down and begging for mercy. Castiel had watched it all, not having permission to go retrieve him yet. He hadn’t understood at the time - couldn’t the angels see Dean was breaking? Didn’t they understand they needed to hurry before Dean broke the first seal? - but he understands now.

He opens his eyes, not wanting to see Dean like that anymore, but the images stick with him. They paste themselves on the shadowed walls of his room. And these ones are worse. These are the ones he saw first hand, when he charged into hell to save Dean Winchester’s soul.

Dean covered in blood that was not his own, carving into a soul that’s begging for mercy, laughing sadistically while singing along to the classic rock songs booming from his torture room’s radio.

“Do-” Castiel pauses, clearing his throat before trying again. “Do you still miss it?”

The line crackles as if Dean moves against it, but the man doesn’t say anything at first. He just takes in a few surprisingly even breaths. Castiel would give anything to feel those breaths against his skin right now. To lie naked, chest to chest with the man he loves, chuckling at the way Dean’s breath tickles against him.

He almost finds himself smiling.

“I miss you,” Dean says eventually, not answering Castiel’s original question, but answering the one Castiel cares about more instead.

“I miss you, too, Dean.”

They stay on the phone for a long time after that, neither of them speaking. They just listen to each other breathe, finding comfort in the fact that the man they love is on the end of the line, still alive. Still okay.

Just as the sun is rising, Dean whispers, “He’s gonna win, isn’t he?”

Castiel stares at the sky changing colors through his window. He wonders how a monster like Chuck could create something so beautiful. How does such a sadistic being create sunrises and meteor showers? A child’s giddy laughter? A bumble bee finding the perfect flower?

How could that monster have ever created Dean Winchester?

“He might, Dean.”

“I’m scared.”

Knowing what it means for Dean Winchester to admit that, Castiel’s heart breaks. “I am too.”

“Will you come home? I-” Dean pauses to sniffle, then laughs softly into the phone. “I wanna be with you when it ends. I need to be with you.”

Castiel nods, even though Dean can’t see him. “I’m on my way.”

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Nick, Hancock, Sturges, and whoever else ypu wanna add from FO4 with a female sole survivor who was an actress before the war and wants to take up theatre? Love all of your writing!!! ❤❤❤❤

Well, here goes! My first attempt at writing FO4 and today’s warmup!

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Nick

Has likely seen some of your work!

Remembers it too!

Laughs at the situation

But he’ll help you find a small theater to join,

Because he knows the person running it. 

Shows up to each practice and sits through it,

Applauding each time. 

Opening night, 

He’s in a TUX!!

And brings you flowers!

It’s a retro sort of love,

And you wouldn’t have it any other way!

Hancock

Hasn’t seen your work, at least not when he’s sober.

So he uses his resources to track down a tape of what you’ve been in. 

And watches it on REPEAT!

Absolutely loves it!

And jokes that he’s dating a celebrity!

Would start up a theater just for you!

Something with a Good Neighbor sense of grandeur...and dilapidation. 

You just miraculously get the leading part…

And some beautiful outfit to wear because of it!

Hancock is busy a lot, but he loves to pop in and watch you practice.

Whistling (if he can) and applauding you loudly!

On opening night, your changing room is FILLED with flowers!

He and all of your closest friends fill the front row!

And he makes sure you get a standing ovation!

Sturges

He’s never seen your work, but now he’s curious. 

He’ll find it and watch it with you.

Not really his sort of thing, but he supports you. 

He’ll help you find a theater to join,

But lets you do your own thing. 

Likely helps you memorize your lines. 

He shows up (and has actually bathed!) on your opening night, 

Still holding the flowers he got you...because he doesn’t know what to do with them.

Ends up really enjoying the show! 

And showers you with kisses as soon as you’re done.

MacCready

Is what you’re in about superheros? Because if it’s not he’s not interested. 

Just kidding, he’ll see it…

And love it…

And quote lines (you may not even remember) back to you for AGES!

Gets you hooked up with a theater in Good Neighbor. 

And will be so whiny if you don’t get the leading part!

“They’re idiots! They don’t know what they’re missing!” 

Isn’t sure if he should watch you practice or not,

Doesn’t want to embarrass you. 

But is way more into this than he lets on. 

On opening night, he’s front and center!

A messy bouquet of handpicked flowers are in your dressing room, too. 

But he’s enthralled by your performance!

Absolutely loves it!

And your receive a  tight hug as soon as he sees you again!

Danse

Doesn’t have time for such frivolous things like watching movies. 

But fate has other plans, when you pass by a prewar movie poster featuring you!

He stands, shell shocked, for awhile, just staring at it. 

Really can’t believe that it’s you!

And let’s be real, he likely takes the poster and saves it. 

You have to find a theater to join on your own.

He’s out of the picture for most of it, 

But loves how happy it makes you. 

On opening night, you don’t think he’ll show up.

He has another “mission” to go on. 

But there he is, at the back of the theater,

In an ill fitting tux,

Holding onto a bunch of flowers for you. 

“You were magnificent!” He tells you after the show. 

And for a moment, both of you are allowed to enjoy the fancier things in life. 

Cait

“Ohhh, what kind of movie was it?” ;)

NOT THAT KIND!

Slightly disappointed, but is now hell bent on finding a copy of your films. 

Doesn’t know the first thing about acting, though. 

Helps you find a theater in Good Neighbor,

But get’s kicked out of rehearsals for being too rowdy. 

On opening night, she looks simply dapper!

With a big bunch of sunflowers for you!

Works so hard to be “respectful” during the performance. 

And afterwards, whisks you away for some fun as fast as she can. 

Preston

Doesn’t allow himself to relax very often, but he wants to support you in any way that he can!

So he tries to sit down and watch your films…

But keeps falling asleep.

It takes him four times to finally see one all the way through. 

Let’s you join any theater you want, 

Even making your own in Sanctuary. 

Takes over your shifts when you have rehearsal. 

Is there for you on opening night,

Albeit at the back of the theater,

With a single wildflower in his hand. 

Is blushing so hard when he finally sees you after.

Wants to tell you that you were amazing and the show was amazing and just...wow,

ALL AT THE SAME TIME!

Totally jumbles all of his words and just shoves the flower towards you. 

You smile and giggle at him, 

Giving him a single peck on the cheek,

Making him blush even more. 

He’s so lucky to have met someone as amazing as you.