#johnica fanfic | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

warriorteam1924 · 2 years

Text

Shooting star - Part 3

John x Veronica

Author note : Hello my beauties. I’m quite proud to be able to be posting this one. At last lol. At first, I thought I could include it in the Johnica week, but it clearly cannot fit in there. This story took time to get figured out, for the plot to mature, for the writing itself to be done. I’m not sure it’s something anyone expects, but this is what I wanted to do. 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 : Mentions of a sad past, a bit of depression. Intense feelings, good and bad. Please be aware this is a mature writing, not only because of sex intercourse, but also regarding the matters it’s dealing with.

Summary : A man and a woman, named John and Veronica. Feelings, love. Ups and downs. Real and raw.

Words count : 3,355 words

Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05 (i think you know now you need to communicate about your desire to remain or not tagged, thank you)

Part 1 Part 2 are here

Packages and carton boxes everywhere and a messy house. John looks around him, not knowing where and how to start. His wife is taking care of the kids and here he is, once again, on his own. He is aware his lifestyle in the past made him be away often. Far from his family, terribly alone, with no other company but his own thoughts. And they were not always happy ones.

Even when he came back home, he was used to this loneliness. As a result, he almost instinctively kept himself for himself. They were all in the same house, but it didn’t feel like home to him. All in the same place, yet, he didn’t really feel connected to them, to their reality.

At some point, he became aware of this and really tried his best to change his behavior. To be a good father, to be a good husband. He really made efforts to find again this intimacy he was truly craving. But maybe he was merely fooling himself. Perhaps this closeness never existed, and he was only chasing a ghost.

It was possible his family, and more particularly his wife, didn’t even notice his efforts. His attempts for spontaneous hugs, or unprompted romantic dinners were always a failure. His spouse was continually cold and distant.

There was a time when she actually became closer to him. That was when he felt like he had reached the bottom. It seemed to him that he had lost everything. His whole life falling apart, and it was as if there was nothing and no one to convince him to carry on living. Even if he never actually considered taking his own life, he sometimes becomes aware again he truly was at the end of his tether. But as soon as he could see light again at the end of the tunnel, things were back to the way they were between the two of them.

John deeply sighs as he realizes he had let his thoughts wander once again. And he was again on the verge of blaming someone, anyone, for all that happened in his life. He cannot say he is mad at his wife or that he hates her. He just wishes things were different between the two of them.

He has a very specific idea of what husband and wife should be. His concept of marriage might be wrong, he is not sure about it. But after all he’s been through, he thinks this is how love in his life should be.

A man and a woman, both ready to understand the other, both ready to listen, both ready to compromise, that’s what he would like his marriage to be. He is aware it would be ludicrous, but he is craving for long conversations, for a quick eye glance followed by a genuine smirk. He loves to be romantic and also likes when he’s not always the one putting effort into doing things. It took him quite some time to admit it, but he needs balance in his life.

John picks a carton box and heads upstairs, willing to put some order in this house. Moving in is always a big step and he knows their new residence will be a bit chaotic for some time. He quickly glances at the label on the box and walks towards his wife’s bedroom.

Apparently, John snores too much now, and it’s impossible to sleep in the same room. He tried different cures, but nothing worked. As a result, his wife now has her bedroom and he has his.

John puts the box down and sits on the bed. It’s very unlikely he will spend some time in this bed. He is not sure he is welcomed. And if he is being honest, the last moments of intimacy he had with his wife were less than satisfying. Of course, given the stimulation, he got an erection and eventually got to reach climax. But there were no loving cuddles, no signs of affection whatsoever. John recalls he really tried to pleasure his wife as well, but she seemed a bit shocked when he tried different things on her. The horrified look on her face quickly made him stop his attempts and they eventually had a boring and almost automatic love making session. She even woke him up in the middle of the night to ask him to go and sleep on the sofa, since he was snoring.

He sighs and stands up. It’s close to his kids’ bedtime now. If all hope seems lost regarding any affectionate relation with his wife, John wants to be a good father all the same, the best he can be. And it’s important to kiss them goodnight when he is home.

He is now in his own bedroom and the house is very quiet. The rest of his family must be sleeping now. But he cannot sleep. Every time John closes his eyes, he only sees Veronica. He is tempted to take his phone and send her a message. But he knows it’s too late now. It’s been weeks now since their last exchange. He didn’t read her last message. He is aware he was wrong. He is aware he messed it all up.

It's not her fault of course. All the blame lies on his shoulders. He still doesn’t know what happened, what made him feel like it was okay to ask her out, to sleep with her, to let her fall for him, so easily. And he shouldn’t have let this happen to him either. He is not sure this is love, he is so confused. All he knows is that he wants to be with her no matter what, whether times are good or bad, whether they are happy or sad. He feels he could face it all with her by his sides. And he feels like he could help her face anything she could be going through.

But he can’t.

He really messed it all up.

He simply fell for her arms when he needed it the most. He is aware he is weak and needy. It would have been so much easier if it was only about sex. For the two of them. But it’s not all about two bodies becoming one and reaching ecstasy. He doesn’t even feel their first night together was only about an exciting intercourse. Right from the beginning, there was more than this, an actual connection between the two of them, that none of them could explain with proper words. The sensation that the two of them were meant to be, despite the obstacles, despite their age difference, with John old enough to be her father, despite it all.

John feels like Veronica gave him the whole world and it felt so exquisite. And now, he’s let her down. He’s got the impression that he is acting like a coward, both towards his family and towards Veronica. He found himself drawn to his mistress emotionally and that leads to heart rending pain. Tears are silently running on his cheeks. He would like to close his eyes and sleep, then wake up to a new world, where things would be simple again. A world where he wouldn’t have to take such hard decisions, a world without so many responsibilities and where he could be totally free. At this very moment, he is not the person he would like to be. He’s letting everyone down, including himself.

He is emotionally conflicted and it seems like his head is ready to explode. Too many thoughts rushing at the same time, all those questions. He hopes no one heard the loud sob he just let out.

Tears still wetting his reddened face, John eventually falls asleep. And even if he doesn’t recall it when waking up, his dreams are all about Veronica.

Time flies and summer is already all around. The sun shines more, the temperatures are higher, the Dorset beaches are more peopley with this fine weather. It is a beautiful day and some local schools are having a special celebration day to end the year. Some even invite new students to these festivities, it is a nice way to welcome them in this new environment before the actual start of the new school year.

And this is why John and his family are getting ready this day. They are attending this school celebration, since his youngest son will be one of their students after the summer holidays. This is an excellent institute and guests are welcomed in the rather large school theater, where the students will be giving a few performances. John and his family are seated in the crowd, waiting for the show to begin.

This year, the students and the teachers agreed to make a special theme for this celebration and it’s all about Hawaii. The stage is very well decorated, with flowers and frames, apparently created by the learners themselves. It’s not perfect, but no one would dare to criticize anything.

There are a few dance performances, where the students are recreating some typical dances. The teachers are always around, ready to help them in case one of them needs anything.

Veronica is backstage with a small group of learners. Their performance will start soon and she makes sure to soothe them before going on stage. They practiced it all together, all will be fine. And even if this is not perfect, this means they will learn another lesson, understanding and knowing where they could improve.

Trying to forget everything about her disastrous personal life and trying to heal her broken heart, Veronica put all her heart and soul into her work. Teaching the students, being by their sides, no matter what. Facing the days, entirely focusing on their future, leaving hers behind. She cannot let them down. She knows too well how it feels.

The small group she is with is ready and they all get on stage. The lights are almost blinding and they cannot really see the audience. It’s probably for the best, this way, there will be less stress. Veronica is supposed to be on stage with them, but she’s not the star of the show, she is just there to assist them.

The group will be performing a song. They wanted to perform a traditional Hawaiian song, but eventually realized it would be way too hard. As a result, they chose a song from a concert Elvis Presley had given in Hawaii. They picked ‘I will remember you’, as a goodbye to the school year and a farewell to those who would carry on studying in another school.

Veronica sits in the corner of the stage. Her role will be to sign the song for the deaf and partially deaf persons. This Institute is for students with special needs and she is the sign language teacher.

The music is starting and the students quickly start to sing and Veronica naturally signs, her hands and lips moving in sync. She knows the song by heart now, she’s practiced it a lot with the group of students she was in charge of. This is a beautiful melody and such great lyrics, she’s glad to be able to sign them for those who cannot actually hear it.

It’s going fine, the little singers are doing very well. The audience seems to be liking this performance as well, as far as she can see.

Yet, suddenly, it seems again to Veronica the world is falling apart around her. All of a sudden, the lyrics are all about her and John.

She knows she mustn’t fail her students so she keeps her head up, even if she cannot see the audience given how the lighting is set up. The show must go on, so she carries on signing, but her lips are trembling.

Veronica heard and signed this song so many times, why is she cracking at this very moment, right in front of everyone? She feels weak and vulnerable, and yet, tears are slowly and silently running on her cheeks. Suddenly, this song is too much for her, her feelings come back to the surface again, despite the fact that she thought she had buried them properly, deep inside her, leaving an ugly scar on the top of it.

It’s all about John and the love she has for him, all about them and her loneliness without him. Maybe to him, it was just an affair, maybe he never felt this way and deeply fooled her. But as the song is coming to an end, Veronica realizes she’ll never forget him, always keeping a special space in her heart for him.

The song eventually ends, with the students proudly bowing to the audience, who is applauding. This was the last little show and Veronica rushes to hide backstage, as the learners gather on stage for the last burst of applause. Just like the rest of the crowd, John is clapping his hands. He’s not really paying attention to anything right now. All he knows is that Veronica was crying and he wanted to literally jump from his chair to take her in his arms.

But he couldn’t.

The students, their parents, the teachers and the rest of the audience start to stand up and gather in small groups. John’s wife and his kids are talking with a group of teachers. He is aware he should stay with them, even if he is just listening. But he wants to see Veronica. He needs to.

John casually steps out, as if he was a fugitive trying to escape his prison guards. He wanders for a moment in the corridors of the school, looking through the classes’ windows, attentive to any clues that could lead him to her.

At the corner of one corridor leading to the stairs, John bumps into someone, apologizing at once. The person looks at him and he feels his heart skip a bit.

Veronica is standing right before him, staring at him directly in the eyes. Hers are swollen, wet and red. She surely cried a lot.

“Veronica….”, John starts to mumble.

“John? What the hell are you doing here?”, she asks, visibly surprised he is standing right in front of her at this very moment.

“Well, my youngest is going to be a student here next year, so we were invited to the end of year celebration.”, he explains.

“Ah, good, good.”, she nods. “This is an excellent institute. The teachers are just amazing.”, she carries on.

“Yes. Yes they are. It took us some time to find the right school, so we are quite happy about it.”

Veronica doesn’t know what to answer and carries on nodding, avoiding to look at him in the eyes. She quickly figured out he was in the audience when she started to cry in the middle of a song, while the students were performing. There is a moment of silence and none of them dares to speak. Yet, none of them is moving either. John loudly swallows and breaks the heavy silence.

“How are you?”, he gently asks.

“Good. Good. Perfect even.”, Veronica lets out a bit abruptly. “I’m relieved to see you’re alive and that your fingers are working properly….”, she says with an annoyed sigh.

John doesn’t reply. He only lowers his head.

“Fuck. I promised myself I wouldn’t get mad, no matter what….”, she says, rolling her eyes at her own reaction.

“No, no. You’ve got all the right in the world to be mad, and I deserve all your fury.”

“Damnit, John. You could at least have said goodbye….”, she says, this time looking at him in the eyes, tears watering them already.

“I know. I’m a deplorable man.”, he replies, lowering his head.

“That’s not what I said either….”

“I left because you deserve much better than me. And the heartache of telling you that was more than I could bear thinking about….”, he confesses.

“I. Didn’t. Want. Anything. Or anyone. Else.”, she says as her jaws are clenched.

“You came into my world and provided love and care and intimacy and kindness…. And much more….”, he carries on, taking her hand.

“Ah of course. I’m the one to blame. I’m sorry, John. I didn’t mean to be myself.”, she sharply replies.

“I think I have been clear about where the blame lies. It’s all on my shoulders.”, John quietly says.

“I don’t agree.”, she retorts. “Once you told me about your life, I got into this as well. I agreed to be your…. Mistress.”, she carries on, almost in a whisper.

“Well, that’s through my glasses. In my perspective, I'm not the person I would like to be. You, on the other hand, are amazing.”, he states.

“And from my perspective you have flaws but that makes you human. That made me fall for you. Even if I didn't mean to. Even if I didn't want to. Despite it all.”

“It was the same for me….”, John sighs, still holding her hand.

A door slams in the distance and he suddenly lets her hand go. And he actually can hear her heart breaking again.

“You know we cannot carry on this way.”, she says, very calmly this time.

John doesn’t reply. He only lets out a loud sigh, mixed with a sort of grunt.

“I moved in recently. I even saw you in the street the other day.”, he eventually speaks again.

“Well, I hope you and your family will feel great here. I’m sure you will. It’s a very nice place.”, Veronica nods. “I think I’ll miss not being around.”, she says.

“What?”, John suddenly looks up, feeling agitated.

“You’ve just unpacked and I’m going to go. I’m moving away.”, she explains.

“What?”, he says again, stunned. “Why?”, he asks.

“Well, since I’ve been an excellent teacher here, they offered me a job in London, to be head of a whole department in another school.”, she explains.

“Why did you decide to go?”, he demands, thoughts rushing in his head.

“Because it’s an excellent opportunity for me.”, she quietly replies.

John nods, on the verge of tears. He felt like he had let her down when he stopped sending her messages, and now, he feels exactly the same way. He is emotionally unarticulated.

“I’m sorry, John.”, she says and pauses. “But this doesn’t change anything. I love you.”, she shrugs, trying to make him look at her in the eyes.

“You are beyond the capacity of my heart, no love is enough.”, he says with the heaviest heart in the world.

There is another long silence between the two of them. The two of them being in love, yet, facing a dilemma.

“I refuse to believe fate made us meet to end it this way.”, John affirms, saying no with his face.

“Who says this is the end?”, Veronica asks, a bit rhetorically.

John looks at her frowning. Yet, his train of thoughts is interrupted by the sound of people who seem to be coming upstairs. Veronica looks down, sighing.

She comes closer to him, takes his hand and places it on her heart.

“As long as it will be beating, it will be for you John. I will love you always. No matter where I am. No matter what I am doing. And I know our hearts will be reunited at some point. If it’s not in this life, then it will be in the next one. Our hearts are soulmates. They will always find each other.”, she says in a whisper.

She tip-toes a bit to be higher and gently places a last kiss on his lips, trying not to cry again. They part and she reaches out to caress his cheek. Her lips are trembling again so she turns around and starts walking away.

John stands there. He has to let her go. He believes what she said is right. And he feels the same. His heart will only beat for her.

John and Veronica. They know this is not the end.

Seen a shooting star tonight Slip away….

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I’m also adding the lyrics from Elvis Presley’s ‘I’ll Remember You’, and you can find the concert song here (X)

I'll remember you Long after this endless summer is gone I'll be lonely, oh so lonely Living only to remember you

I'll remember too Your voice as soft As the warm summer breeze Your sweet laughter, mornings after Ever after, I'll remember you

To your arms someday I'll return to stay till then I will remember too Every bright star we made wishes upon Love me always, promise always Oh, you'll remember too

I'll remember you

#warriorteam1924 writes #shooting star #shooting star part 3 #queen #john deacon #veronica tetzlaff #john & veronica #johnica #sort of? i guess #queen imagine #queen fiction #queen fanfic #queen fanfiction #gosh this post was programmed

9 notes · View notes

blossom-melina-burnickel · 1 year

Text

In honor of Veronica Deacon’s 73rd birthday today, my second (delayed) entry into Johnica Week 2023, “Just You and I: After Dark”, is here!

Rating: Explicit. This fic is not safe for reading at work or at school, nor is it intended for minors. Please interact only if you are 18 or over.

This is an erotic oneshot based on the prompts “Reading an Erotic Novel and Awakening the Desire (Together or Secretly From the Other)”, Pregnancy Sex”, and “Cockwarming”.

July 1977: Veronica is at home one evening, reading an erotic romance novel while waiting for John to come home from the studio. She hopes he’ll be “in the mood” he arrives home because she has a surprise for him, but little does she know that he has a surprise for her as well.

⚠️Content Warning: This work is rated Explicit and is intended for adults 18 and over only. There are frequent, explicit mentions of sex and sexual activities, so mind the tags! This is written by an adult for other adults and is not intended for minors. If you are easily offended by explicit mentions of sexual relations or by reading those depictions in RPF, then skip this fic. Consider yourself warned.

(This is not being posted on Insta because people there can be Puritans, so you all on Tumblr get an exclusive!)

To read, click the link in this post or search for “Blossom_Melina” or the “JohnicaWeek2023” tag on Archive Of Our Own (A03)!

⚠️Disclaimer: The story shared in this post is a work of fiction and nothing in it should be taken as gospel or as proof of real events that occurred. Any real people, places, and events are used fictitiously, and any fictional characters, places, or events are figments of my imagination. I mean no disrespect to any real people used fictitiously; this was written out of love for my favorite band and one of my favorite pairings connected to said band.

Photo credits for cover (clockwise from bottom left): Stock photo from Dreamstime, Stock book cover layout from Creative Paramita, Stock photo from Shutterstock. Layout by me.

#johnicaweek2023 #Johnica week 2023 #johnica #queen fanfiction #queen fanfics #18+.#nsfw.#nsfw. fanfic

18 notes · View notes

assembledherethevolunteers · 3 years

Text

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.

#getdowngivejoy #get down give joy #john deacon #veronica tetzlaff #veronica deacon #johnica fluff #christmas time #john deacon x veronica tetzlaff #john deacon x veronica deacon #johnica oneshot #johnica #queen #queen band #queen fanfic #queen fanfiction #krissys writings

33 notes · View notes

mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

Text

Final Destination; AU Ghost! Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Here is the final part of my Ghost AU fic trilogy. Now there is a LOT of action that happens here so you all better buckle up. Also the TRUTH finally gets revealed about what happened to the boys when they died. I want to thank you all for giving this 3 part fic a chance and for wanting to see a sequel to the original fic, and for you all being such good sports I delivered a 3 parter for the fic Legend of the Band.

Warning: Murder (VERY DESCRIPTIVE DETAILS but that’s not till close to the end), demons, fluff, angst, raging ghosts, Heaven and Hell mentioned.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@platawnic

@eileen-crys

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queendeakyy

@queensdivas

@kairosfreddie

@geek-and-proud

_____________________________________________________________

Veronica slowly woke up from her sleep and the first thing she felt was the cold wind blowing against her night gown. She slowly opened her eyes and slowly stood up confused about her surroundings. Last thing she remembered was being in the hospital recovering from her scare, and now she’s outside. As she stood up and walked backwards trying to see just where she was at, she got another start as she nearly fell 65m (213ft) to her death. She quickly backed up and she began to realize that she was on the Tower bridge

The very peek of the tower bridge to be exact.

The lights from the bridge lit up the road as she could see cars driving along the bridge going either way.

But Veronica was more scared cause she couldn’t remember how she got up here, or even why she would be up there in the first place? She would get her answer when someone came flying across the sky. A demon to be exact, but it wasn’t just any demon. It had been the demon that Constantine had warned (Y/n) about, Beelzebub.

His fly-like wings making that loud, haunting buzzing sound that sounded like a swarm of flies. He flew over the bridge and took out his large hunting bow as well as an arrow from his quiver.

“Time to give this town a little more light.” He notched the arrow into the bow and soon the arrow tip lit up in Hellfire. He kept his eye on one car in particular that happened to be driving by.

It was Robert’s car. And inside it was Robert and (Y/n) heading home after visiting Veronica.

Beelzebub grinned maliciously as he released the arrow right at Robert’s car. When it hit close to the back tire of the car, there was a sudden explosion that sent the car spiraling out of control.

Robert and (Y/n) screamed as Robert tried to regain control of his car. But all that did was cause them to go halfway off the bridge. The car slowly rocking forward and back.

About 3 miles away from the tower, John Deacon (with the help of Constantine) hovered over the roof of a building just in time to see the explosion.

“Oh god please no.” he softly pleaded.

Finally waking up from their whiplash, Robert and (Y/n) groaned and Robert turned to his daughter and said.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so.” The car soon lurched forward. (Y/n) shrieked and held onto her dad’s hand. In his mind, Robert knew that there wasn’t enough time for him to save his daughter and get her out first before this car decided to plummet into the Thames. So as he felt the car dip again, he grabbed his baby girl tightly and soon the car began to fall towards the Thames.

(Y/n) gripped onto her dad as tightly as she could, both of them preparing for their untimely death. But as they got halfway, something stopped them. (Y/n) opened her eyes and saw that they were now just hanging on mid-drop. But both her and her father could hear the sound of buzzing.

It was then they looked up and they could see Beelzebub holding some kind of rope which held the car in play. He then flew upwards towards the very top of the Tower bridge, all the while Robert kept holding onto his daughter as tightly as he could.

As quick as he could, John teleported towards the bridge. But with not having enough distance practice out in the ranch, he would only come up about a couple rooftops at best. But somehow with one last teleportation attempt, he stood right on top of the bridge however he was greeted with the worst sight he could possibly imagine.

Beelzebub stood a foot away from one end of the bridge. In his left hand he held a panicked Veronica by the throat, and in the other, the lifeline which held Robert’s car.

“John Richard Deacon. This is why only fools choose to stay on Earth. Because you never know when some celestial being, Demon or Angel, will come along with a difficult choice.” John stood there in horror as he watched his beloved scream in terror. “Let thy first and only wife die?”

Veronica’s slippers fell right off her feet as he raised her just a bit higher over the street. All the while poor Veronica screaming and crying her eyes out.

“Or…..have thy kin perish before the mother and grandmother?” Beelzebub continued to mock as he now turned towards John’s son and granddaughter.

Inside the car, Robert continued to try and comfort his daughter who was weeping. But when she looked out the cracked window she could see her grandfather’s spirit.

“Grandpa? Grandfather! Grandpa John please don’t let him kill us please!” Robert tried to keep his daughter calm but when he too looked out to where she was looking, he saw something he thought he’d never see.

He recognized this spirit from the pictures his mum showed him growing up. He knew right away even with him being a black spirit, this was the ghost of his father.

“It can’t be.”

“Make your choice John Deacon, and see how a family man is rewarded.” Beelzebub said to John.

“Leave them out of this Beelzebub!”

“The matters of life and death can never meet. Now choose!” it was then he let both the rope and Veronica go.

“NO!!” John screamed.

How could he choose which one to save? If he saved the son he never met and the granddaughter he had come to love, he’d be risking and he would have to force them both to lose Veronica. And it’d be a double hitter for Robert cause now he’ll have lost both his parents to horrific accidents.

But if he saved Veronica, she’d have to live with the fact that her one and only son and granddaughter had to die a watery death. John couldn’t bare to have Veronica lose her only 2 babies, she was born to be a mother and grandmother. And losing both Robert and (Y/n) would be devastating after all that she’s been through with the loss of him.

Finally John made his choice. He flew down towards the left and quickly grabbed Veronica. Once he had her, he quickly flew towards the other side of the bridge and grabbed the rope holding his son’s car. As all four Deacons dove towards the sea, John used his psychic powers to keep the car levitating midair and he continued to hold onto the rope. Veronica continued to scream and shriek as she clung onto the spirit of her husband and already John was feeling his mental grip on the car starting to fade.

From above, Beelzebub stood on the tower glaring and let out a hiss.

“Foolish soul.”

Thankfully for the Deacons, a barge boat was just about a half mile away from them. A spotlight shined on them and soon a voice called out from the speakers.

“Ah-hoy up there! We’re gonna bring the barge right under you!” But soon the thousand fly wing flaps of Beelzebub was heard as he began circling around them.

“HE’S COMING BACK!” Veronica screamed in horror.

“Veronica listen, I need you to climb down to Robert and (Y/n).” John told her.

“I can’t!” Veronica sobbed.

“Yes you can.” John urged her. His mental grip began to slip and soon they dropped about 4 inches from their normal position. Veronica screamed till John took back his grip and continued to hold the car. “Ronnie please! Our babies need you! Please.” She looked up and even through the pure black eyes, Veronica recognized the love he once had when he found out all those years ago that he would become a father.

Veronica sniffled and let out a soft whimper as she began to climb down John. He moved her closer to the rope so that she could have an easier transition and he told her.

“Hold on tight. And go as quick as you can!” Veronica got a good grip on the rope and slid down just an inch before freezing up at the height she was looking down at. As Beelzebub flew closer and closer to them, John looked down at Veronica and said.

“Hurry!”

“I can’t! I’m too scared!”

“Just look right up at me Ronnie! You can do it!” suddenly John was stabbed right in the back with Beelzebub’s iron staff. And due to it being Iron, John’s spirit began to glitch up which caused his psychic hold on the car to collapse and he only had his physical grip on the rope. As John got stabbed, it forced the car to swing sharply to the left which caused Veronica to swing along with the rope, almost losing her grip.

She held on as tight as she could as she tried to go down the rope even more as her husband told her too. Once John was fully manifested again, he gripped the rope with both hands now but as he turned around he saw Beelzebub flying right in front of him. His staff raised and this time instead of a single stab, he thrusted his staff into John’s chest which caused him to glitch again.

But also made him release his grip on the rope.

When his focus went back to the rope, he took hold of the staff and removed it from his body and reached out towards the rope. The second he grabbed the rope, Veronica lost her grip of the rope and went plummeting down towards the sea. But she was soon caught by her own son (who had taken advantage of his broken window).

Robert held on tight to his mother as both him and (Y/n) both worked together to try and pull her inside. John who was trying so hard to keep a grip on the rope, but it was slowly sliding off inch by inch and the barge still wasn’t close enough to the car.

Inside the car, (Y/n) looked up towards her grandfather praying and hoping that he could hang in there just a little longer.

“Enough games. This ends now!” Beelzebub soon revealed a reaper’s scythe and flew right towards John. Knowing that with just one swipe of this, John’s soul would pass on and he could finally be rid of all the Deacons.

John’s eyes widened but just before Beelzebub could even swing the scythe, suddenly a sonic guitar sound shot right at him, stirring him away from John.

“Up here coward!” Beelzebub and John both looked up and there levitating in the air was Constantine. In his hand he held Brian’s red special but it was his eyes that caught the demon’s attention. They were pure white.

“So the rest of the band has come at last? And I see you’ve used a meat suit.”

“Call it an equal partnership.” Brian’s voice spoke through Constantine. His eyes then turned from white to blue as Roger’s voice then spoke up.

“But don’t think this’ll be a simple meet and greet. You mess with John Deacon, you mess with us!”

“In fact; you mess with one Queen, you mess with all of us Queen’s!” Freddie’s voice soon said as Constantine’s eyes once again changed from blue to yellow. After tuning the Red special his eyes once again shifted back to white as he let out another sonic guitar riff which sent another ghostly wave right at Beelzebub, distracting him long enough so that John could save his family.

Finally John began to slowly lower the rope down and finally the car landed safely on top of the barge.

The crew on the barge quickly ran towards the car and helped (Y/n) out first before helping Veronica and finally bringing Robert out of the beat up car.

From above, John released the rope and looked down at his family, relieved that they were safe and sound.

*My POV*

After the crew on the barge asked if we were okay or hurt I looked up towards my granddad and smiled up at him.

“So this is what you’ve been up to?” my dad asked. I nodded.

“Yeah. I got to finally meet granddad and his friends.”

“I just—I can’t believe it’s really him.” He said in awe.

“Believe it my boy. He may not look how he once was, but only one man has ever made me feel that safe in any situation.” Nana said as she came up to us.

Suddenly I noticed that the demon Beelzebub was now flying right back towards grandad and it looked like he had iron chains to use as a rope.

“GRANDDAD WATCH OUT!!!” I cried out but it was too late. We watched in horror as the chains went around his throat and he was now being flown across the sky to god knows where with an iron chain around his throat. Constantine flew right over towards us and I asked him. “Where did that demon take him?”

“They’re heading for the Tower hamlets cemetery.” Roger’s voice spoke out of him.

“Wait…..Roger?” Nana asked. Constantine smiled and Roger spoke through him.

“Hey Ronnie, been a long time eh?” I then saw his eyes change from blue to yellow as Freddie now took over.

“Don’t worry, leave this to us Ronnie dear.”

“I’m coming too!” I proclaimed.

“Absolutely out of the question!” dad exclaimed.

“You better listen to your dad on this one love.” Constantine’s true voice soon spoke up. “I told you, I don’t let normal humans get in too deep with what I do. And you’re already deep enough as it is. Stay with your nana and father and get somewhere safe.”

“If I’m already this deep in then let me go in all the way! That’s my grandfather out there and he’s in danger! I refuse to lose him just when I STARTED TO GET TO KNOW HIM!!!!” my voice steadily got louder till I screamed at him. My breathing became sharp and heavy as my eyes flickered with tears. “Now take me with you.”

“Why must women always be so stubborn?” he muttered.

“Welcome to our world Johnny boy.” Roger soon spoke up. His eyes then shifted from blue to white as Brian’s voice said.

“It could be dangerous (Y/n), are you sure?”

“Please Brian. If you got the chance to meet your granddad, would you want him to suddenly be taken away from you by some demon bastard?” He looked down then extended out Constantine’s hand.

“Don’t let go no matter what. This won’t be like back on the farm.” I took his hand when my dad said to me one more time.

“(Y/n)—”

“Dad please. If you were my age you’d—you’d do the same thing.” He walked towards me and for the first time in years, he actually gave me a proper hug.

“Just be careful sweetheart.” I leaned my head against his chest and promised him that I would. After he separated from me, Constantine and I flew up to the sky and headed towards the Tower hamlets cemetery park.

*3rd Person POV*

At the cemetery, Beelzebub flew John over the vast forest and graves till they came up onto a small tomb. Then like a whip, he threw John right through the tomb.

John tried to keep himself a float but due to the iron stabs he took and his psychic powers still on the fritz, all he could do was phase through the walls till he finally landed on the ground with thump and a roll. He let out a groan as he slowly tried to stand up.

“Misery, pain, and suffering. That’s what you and your friends have chosen.” Beelzebub’s voice soon spoke up. He looked up and he saw the fly demon standing right before him. John weakly stood up as Beelzebub continued on. “I offer you a choice, and you still cling to your mortal life.”

The fly demon grabbed John’s arm and twisted it before punching him straight in the chest. He then did an uppercut before doing a right hook right into John’s face.

John panted breathlessly and wasn’t prepared for the iron staff to suddenly knock him right off of his feet sending him flying out of the tomb back out into the open graveyard.

Beelzebub soon flew up in the air with the staff raised high above his head, almost like he was ready to smite a dragon. Quickly thinking John phased through the ground which left Beelzebub to stab his sword into nothing but grass and dirt.

John silently appeared a few feet behind him and put his arms parallel of each other which sent a strong air current over Beelzebub, forcing him to flip around till he landed on his side. Next, John’s began to move in an elegant manner (think of Scarlet Witch) as the next thing Beelzebub knew, he was being wrapped up in vines and weeds.

It didn’t hold him much longer cause the next thing John saw was that his fly-like wings, snapped his bounds off of him and he now turned towards John. He charged right at the ghost and the two of them began a close hand to hand combat.

John kept his guard up and mostly dodged the punches coming at him but a knee to the face as he ducked down sent him flying. Before he could even stand up, Beelzebub grabbed him by the hair and tossed him like a ragdoll before taking out the iron staff again and smashed it right across his face sending him flying right towards a statue of the Virgin Mary.

John weakly looked up. Never before had he been this beaten up in either his living or his deceased years. He slowly raised his hand up but before he could even do a single psychic attack, Beelzebub stepped on his hand and sneered out.

“You’ve played your last concert John Deacon. Had you not been so selfish your family’s death would’ve been quick and painless but now that you’ve really pissed. Me. Off. I’m gonna finish each of them—nice and slow.”

Now John was enraged.

“The Deacons and I,” he revealed a three point death scythe that stuck out like a pitchfork. “We’re gonna have a hell of a Night.” John slowly stood up as he kept his eyes on the demon before him.

Beelzebub then went to stab John right in the face but John actually grabbed the three point scythe and held back his demise. The two monsters literally shaking as one tried to thrust the scythe while the other held it back. John’s form glitching with rage as his eyes shifted between black and red.

Finally with a ghostly wail, John sent Beelzebub right off his feet, sending him flying almost 3m. John then lifted his hand so that the weeds could bind themselves around Beelzebub’s feet to trip him up and send him right on his face. He then looked at a large weeping angel statue and used his powers to slowly tip the Weeping angel statue towards him.

Trapped and bound with no ways of escaping, Beelzebub screamed as the statue fell right on top of him, smashing to nothing but rubble. To even add more injury, John looked at any nearby statue which was enough for them to come tumbling down right on top of Beelzebub, crushing him under rock and stone.

Soon there was nothing but rubble and dust circling around their spot of the cemetery.

Finally getting the strength to pull himself out of the rubble, Beelzebub’s hand was the only thing to peak out. Slowly he pulled himself out, stumbling as he tried to regain his footing. The cemetery was eerily silent and pitch black, and John Deacon was nowhere in sight.

He slowly turned around in a circle trying to find the ghost of the young bass player but couldn’t find him anywhere. Suddenly a Banshee like scream came from behind him as he was grabbed by the throat and flown up high at crazy fast speed.

He was slammed through a small tomb and fell to the ground rolling on the floor. Then he felt himself being pinned against the wall with his hands extended outward. Landing in front of him was an enraged John Deacon. He teleported right in front of the fly demon roughly holding him by the throat.

He didn’t speak a word, just sent one powerful punch into his ribs, hearing the loud snapping of his ribs breaking before sucker punching him across the face. As a portion of his upper body slacked to the left, John brought him right back to position one and sent another punch, this time harder at the demon’s face.

Punch after punch after punch. Giving into his anger and hatred with each punch until a voice snapped him out of it.

“GRANDPA!!!”

*My POV*

Once we landed in the cemetery I could already see what looked like a scuffle. Tombstones knocked over, statues torn down, and close by I could hear the wails of a banshee. Freddie, Brian and Roger soon left Constantine’s body and Freddie said.

“That’s Deacy alright. Those painful, agonizing wails can only come from one person.”

“He’s already giving into the hate. Seeing you, your father and his wife being hurt has caused him to unleash his full potential. If he kills that demon, I’ll have to kill him cause a ghost that angry is a bloody dangerous one.” Constantine said.

“No just let me talk to him. I can save him!” I raced off following the painful, hate-filled wails. Freddie, Rog, and Brian floating right behind me and Constantine racing close behind.

We arrived at a tomb where a large hole stood at the top of it. We raced inside and I could already see my grandad punching the demon across his fly-like face. Each punch we all could hear a sickening crack of bone.

“GRANDPA!!” I screamed at him. His head snapped towards me and I could already see him glitching with rage and his eyes were now pure red. Slowly I walked towards him with my hands up. “I know you’re in there somewhere, I just need you to listen.”

I took a step literally every other minute just so that I wouldn’t unleash the rageful ghost he now was. The once friendly appearance he had, was now more demonic.

His hair now looked like a raging fire instead of floating calmly like a river, his face now contorted to something right out of the Nun or Poltergeist, a face between his actual human form or showing his inner skeletal form, and the glitching didn’t help either, in fact it made him even more menacing looking.

Then of course there were his eyes. The pure, demonic red eyes that made me want to sink to my knees and plead for my life to be spared. I almost hate to compare but it was like my grandfather had become the Devil himself.

“Nana, dad and I are fine. See? Just shaken up and a little bruised but we’re all okay. So you need to stop this.” Suddenly I felt myself being pulled right towards him and his long, skeletal fingers wrapped around my throat giving it a squeeze.

I could see Constantine going for something but I wheezed out.

“Don’t. you. dare!” I turned back to my granddad who just looked at me like a crazed, possessed spirit. He didn’t even recognize me at this point. “Please,” I pleaded. “I finally just got to know you. If you kill that demon now, I’ll lose you forever.” He didn’t speak a word, just slowly kept turning his head side to side like a demonic puppy.

I slowly reached my hand out to cup the side of his face and whispered one last time.

“I love you grandad. Please come back to me.” He continued to glare at me for a few more minutes before suddenly his grip on my throat released. His constant glitching began to stop but he still had a tick. I walked closer to him till finally I just embraced him and nuzzled into his chest. “I want my shy, sweet gramps back.”

I felt his arms wrap around me and he squeezed me as tightly as he could. I looked up and was finally looking at my granddad again. His form no longer glitching with rage, his eyes back to the pure black they were, and his face no longer contorted or demonic.

It was just him in his ghostly self. Tears filled my eyes as I sobbed happily.

“I’m so sorry (y/n).” he choked out with regret. I shook my head no and embraced him tightly.

“It’s over now. It’s all over.” He separated from me to look down at me and he looked me over worriedly.

“You’re sure you’re not—”

“I’m fine. And so are dad and nana. You saved us.” He smiled and cupped my face in his hands. His eyes full of love and admiration.

“My granddaughter.” He praised lovingly.

“My granddad.” He soon began laughing before frantically kissing all over my face. I giggled softly as he kept kissing me before finally ending it with a kiss to my nose, just like nana always did when I was a little girl.

Freddie, Roger, and Brian soon came over and they embraced their friend and brother. Thanking God that granddad didn’t succumb to the rage and turn into a bad ghost.

I then turned towards Constantine who now stood before the fly demon Beelzebub and began chanting out some ancient chant. Then almost like a scene out of Harry Potter when Barty Crouch Jr. was revealed, the demon’s face began spaz out and shift.

Soon the face revealed a man with a tache, a tuff of hair on his head and his skin was rotting away. It was like looking at a zombie from the Walking dead.

“Paul Prenter.” Roger hissed out. He turned his head towards us and he said.

“Freddie, boys, oh thank god for you all.”

“For what?” snapped Brian.

“For sparing me. I never wanted to do any of this! Please you must believe me! Lucifer is—is powerful.”

“Don’t bullshit us Prenter right now you’re just taking the piss!” Roger hissed.

“How would he know of Veronica? About my son and granddaughter?” granddad asked. Before Prenter could even say a word, Constantine soon spoke up.

“I think I can explain that. See I have been diving into what happened to you four for years. For over 4 decades people have speculated on just what happened to the once rising band Queen. But 2 months ago I came across someone who said they knew the truth of what happened that day.”

“What’s the true story?” I asked.

“I had gotten an anonymous tip from Belfast and it was there I met an old man named Michael Prenter. Who after 45 years since the murders had to finally confess his sins that he knew who the real killer was.” It was then he turned towards Paul.

Prenter looked down almost shamefully till a sickening grin spread across his face and he softly cackled.

“So that bastard of a brother of mine finally squealed like a pig eh? I knew I should’ve killed him too when I told him. But then again Mother would’ve been heartbroken had her favorite son suddenly turned up dead.”

“You……you killed us?” Freddie spoke with heartbreak, shock, betrayal, and sorrow.

“It was Reid’s mistake to have us go so far out of the city. No one could hear the screams, I only meant to kill just three. You were just enough for the record.”

“You ended us just before our careers could really take off. All these years Queen could’ve been one of the greatest bands of all but you took that from us! AND FOR WHAT!?” Freddie snapped.

“Freddie please—I love you.” Granddad and I looked at each other scoffing and rolling our eyes.

“You ruined us Paul. You stole our lives and away from our families. Now you may not be able to repair that, but you can pay for what you did.” Freddie hissed lowly in a threatening way. “Nearly killing Deacy’s family is like killing our family. And that will not go unpunished.”

“No Freddie please! I did this for you! For us!”

“You did it for yourself you dirty, rotten Rat king! Get rid of him Constantine dear.”

“About time I got to get rid of something.” He muttered as he lit up his lighter and burned a piece of paper with an Anti-demon insignia on it and he began chanting out an exorcism. He tossed it right at Paul’s feet and he started twitching and the fire started to encompass him.

His screams of agony echoed throughout the tomb. Granddad tucked my head into his chest so that I wouldn’t have to see what happens to a soul during an exorcism. All I could hear was Paul’s agonizing screams and the sounds of the fire consuming his soul alive.

Then the tomb went silent. There wasn’t anymore screaming, no flames roaring, no more chanting. It was just quiet.

“It is finished.” Constantine said.

“The bastard deserved it. Now I hope he’s burning in hell.” Roger said.

“Don’t worry, he is.” Constantine assured him.

“(Y/n)!”

“(Y/n)!” the two voices were from my dad and nana. I ran towards the back of the tomb and said.

“We’re in here!” they came around the tomb and I raced over to them and immediately raced to my nana who embraced me first before my dad came up and embraced us.

“Are you alright?” nana asked me.

“I’m fine nana, I’m okay. Constantine got rid of Beelzebub—or well Paul Prenter. He’s gone. And nana he was the reason granddad and his friends died. He killed them while they were at Rockfield farm.” Nana turned towards granddad who looked down solemnly.

“So that’s what happened? But how come the police never told me it was a homicide?”

“Paul maybe a slime but he was clever. His brother told me that the way Paul had done it was not just one way. His brother said that the first one he killed was you John, simply smothering you in your sleep till you gave out. Next one he killed was Roger. Yours was the most rageful according to his brother. He said that Paul had beaten you in the head with one of the guitars you all brought.”

“Jesus, no wonder why for the first few decades I felt my head banging.” He said as he placed a hand to his head.

“Brian’s was the swiftest. A total of 20 stab wounds mostly around the chest and face. Which explains why that cut on your cheek still seeps out ghost blood.” Brian raised his hand to the cut on his cheek and watched as the blood danced across his fingers before fading away.

“I—I think I remember that. I remember someone standing over me, bloody and……..oh god.” Brian went speechless.

His white eyes shined with pure shock and it made me want to just go up there and give him a hug (even though I knew I couldn’t).

“He left you for last Freddie Mercury. The one he was passionate about, but the way he had done you is probably the cruelest I had ever seen.”

“What did he do?” he asked gravely.

“Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“If you don’t tell me I’ll force it out of you.” Freddie hissed. Constantine sighed heavily before finally revealing how the frontman of Queen died.

“First to ensure you wouldn’t wake up during the first three murders. He slipped you a few sleeping pills in your drink the night after recording the album. When you woke up, you first saw the blood from Roger’s room. That’s when you found your best friend dead on the bed, head almost completely smashed in. You then ran to Brian’s room only to find that he too was dead. Hoping that he too hadn’t been killed, you then ran to find Deacy over there. At first you thought he was asleep, buried underneath the pillows but when you felt just how cold he felt, you realized that he was dead as a doornail.”

Oh my god. This—this was…….I can’t believe Paul would do something like that. And to have Freddie wake up the next morning to see that his best friends in the whole wide world were dead.

“And that’s when he killed Freddie last?” nana asked. Constantine nodded.

“Four gunshots right in the chest. The last shot entered right into your heart.”

“But what I don’t understand is if the main reason why my dad and his friends died was homicide, then why didn’t they ever find the bodies?” my dad asked.

“That’s where he got clever. Paul Prenter sat there for days while your bodies began to decompose. After the 7th day, Lucifer himself came to the farm and told Prenter how to perfectly dispose of the bodies by burning them. Using a spell that he had been given by the devil himself, Paul was able to cast a spell as your bodies, including any normal remains such as bones, teeth and clothes, would turn to ash. Poof. No more Queen. And thus the theories began to rise about what had happened to the band that was last seen at Rockfield farm studios.”

Nana turned to granddad and slowly walked towards him. He looked at her almost shamefully. As the two of them now stood face to face for the first time in 45 years, he said to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I—I did this to you. You could’ve moved on from me, had a new life. Had more children. I caused you so much pain Ronnie. I don’t deserve……”

“Stop right there John Richard Deacon.” She snapped sternly. “You—you did nothing wrong. None of this was your fault. There’s only one man, who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, would have children with, and only one man I have ever loved. And you’ve literally proven to me that not even death could part us.”

Granddad slowly reached out to her and gently stroked a strand of her short white hair out of her face before resting his hand on her cheek. Nana nuzzled her face into his hand as she held onto his arm.

“You’re still as beautiful as the day I first met you.” aww.

“Now I know you’re spewing lies.” Nana teased.

“I never jest when it comes to you. I always knew you’d be beautiful, even as we grew old and grey together.” God my heart! Then the two of them leaned towards each other and finally kissed one another after being taken away from each other.

I placed my hand over my heart and felt tears fall down my face. Now I finally got to see just how much nana loved him. From the stories she’s shared with me these past three months, I was finally seeing with my own two eyes of the love these two clearly shared with each other.

They really were meant to be.

Their kiss was so soft and warm it was like seeing something out of a romantic novel. Their lips brushing against each other’s even after separating, their noses gently nudging the other’s, and both of them wearing the warmest, sweetest smile they both could ever make. Eyes gleaming with love and happiness.

I turned to my dad who looked like he was about to cry. Finally seeing his parents back together, it was probably a dream come true for him. For years in his late teen all the way through adult years he’s tried to keep any mentions of granddad a secret so it wouldn’t upset nana.

Now he’s finally getting the chance to see his parents expressing the love they shared and clearly still had even after all these years.

It was then nana and pops turned towards us and he extended his hand out as he called my dad over. My dad suddenly grew nervous so he looked to his mum for guidance. She smiled lovingly and nodded, assuring him it was okay.

He then turned to me asking me through his expression if it was okay. I gave him a gently shove and he walked towards the father he never got to know.

When the two of them stood face to face it was scary to suddenly realize just how much my dad looked like granddad (if he had gotten the chance to age past 24). Pops just stared at my dad in disbelief before he finally cupped his face in his hands.

“You’re so big.” Was the first thing granddad choked out. There was soft laughter everywhere and dad choked out.

“Yeah uhh……” he cleared his throat. “God I—I only dreamed about this as a kid. I—I had so many things to tell you but I…..I don’t know……I’m so sorry dad. I—I gave up on you. The mere mention of your name broke mum so much that I just…..I couldn’t bring myself to tell (y/n) about you. Can…..can you ever forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive my son.” Pops gently wiped away a hidden tear that fell from my dad’s face. “But let me give you one piece of advice; Fatherhood is never easy. There’s no shortcuts, no easy-way-out. When your mum found out she was pregnant, I was scared to death cause of the financial situation we were in. But I was willing to go with it, cause I wanted to be a father, even though I was terrified.”

“She’s always told me how much you were wanting to see me once the album was done.”

“And I would give anything in the world to have had that chance to hold you. To be the father I wanted to be. I never wanted you to grow up fatherless like I did. I would’ve given you siblings if you asked me.” The two of them laughed, god even their laughs were similar. “Now I know things have been difficult with you since your divorce. But you shouldn’t hide within your work. I can tell you this, no matter how popular Queen would’ve gotten had we released our 4th album, no matter what success came our way, I would trade it all away for you and your mother. Because nothing is more important than family.”

The two of them looked towards me.

“She’s coming to the age where she’ll be a full grown adult. So don’t ever let her say she thinks you don’t love her anymore. Because that’ll break your heart.” My dad nodded as he immediately embraced his father and wept.

I had never seen my dad cry so much—wait scratch that, I’ve never seen him cry at all. Seeing my dad weep openly like a child in his dad’s arms broke my heart. Tears dripped from my eyes and I could see nana covering her mouth as she was openly sobbing at the sight she longed to see.

Both her boys together and embracing each other.

After they shared their moment, pops pressed his forehead against my dad’s and the two of them stayed in that position for awhile before granddad finally gave my father a kiss at the center of his forehead.

They separated after one last hug and that’s when granddad turned his attention toward me. He came towards me and immediately placed his hand to my cheek. I pressed my hand against his cold, ghostly black hand and kissed his palm.

“Now knowing the truth I finally get why you felt so familiar the night we met. You have both your father and grandmother in you. Your father’s hair, but you have your grandmother’s eyes, nose, and golden heart. As well as the same beauty that attracted me to her the night we met. Which means Robert you better keep a sharp eye on her.” Once again there was laughter in the air.

“Don’t I know it.” Pops turned back toward me and I said to him.

“I wish I had gotten the chance to know you when you were alive. You and the guys.”

“So do I. I can only imagine how much I would’ve looked forward to being a granddad. I would’ve spoiled you rotten every time you came to Veronica and I.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her.” Nana spoke up.

“But I am happy to have gotten to know you at all.” Granddad said as his thumb gently stroked my cheek.

“Guess I really need to thank Brandon for forcing us to go to the studio. It must’ve been fate or something.”

“Whatever it was, I’m glad you did go along with it. I got to see the most beautiful grandchild in the world, finally got the chance to see my son, and be reunited with the woman I love.”

The sun then began to rise and the night sky began to shift into the dawn’s light. But what soon caught our attention was a star-like brightness that shined on the back gate. It slowly opened up and that’s when Brian asked.

“What is that?”

“The entrance to your next life.” Constantine spoke up. We all turned to him and he continued, “Now that you four know the truth and got closure, you can finally move on. Your souls no longer bound to Earth anymore.”

“You mean—they can pass on to Heaven?” asked nana. Constantine nodded. I turned to my granddad and the guys (can I call the rest of Queen my uncles at this point?).

“So—does this mean I’ll never get to see you guys again?” Freddie came up to me and he said.

“We’ll never truly leave you darling. Because legends never die.”

“He’s right. We’ll always be with you kiddo, here,” Roger said as he pointed to my head first. “And here.” Then he pointed right at my heart.

“And so long as you keep our music close, and the memories you had with us at the farm closer, we’ll never truly leave you.” Brian finished.

“I’ll miss you guys.” I said.

“Oh dear we’ll miss you too. You have been the best thing to happen to us in 45 years since our death.” Freddie said. The three of them surrounded me and put me in the middle of a group hug.

Amazingly this time, I was able to feel the three of them finally touch me. Once they also realized that their hands and arms no longer went through me, their embrace grew tighter (especially Rog’s and Fred’s).

They each hugged and kissed me individually next telling me their goodbyes, thank yous and I love yous and I did the same back to them. I turned back towards my family to see pops whispering something to Nana in her ear before taking her hand in his and planting a soft kiss to it, as well as giving her one last kiss on the lips.

He then turned towards my dad, cupped the side of his head and whispered in his ear next. Dad nodded before the two of them embraced each other tightly. After the two of them released the hug, granddad kissed my dad’s forehead before turning around towards me and extended his hand as he said.

“Come here poppet.” I walked towards him and placed my hand in his. He leaned down towards my ear and whispered.

“I shall always be with you until we’re together again.” I nodded and he gave me a soft kiss right on my cheek.

The four of us then did one final family group hug with granddad having his arms around all of us. I was in the middle nuzzling into his chest, dad leaned against granddad’s right side while nana took the left, placing her head right where his heart would be.

After what felt like eternity, granddad forced himself away from us as he walked towards Freddie, Brian and Roger who now stood before the opened gate into heaven. The four of them looked at us and they waved goodbye.

The three of us waved a tearful goodbye back and I blew them a kiss.

As the four of them turned their backs to us I could hear Freddie say.

“I just hope it won’t be boring up there.”

“All I hope is that there’ll be lots of lovely angels up there.” Roger spoke out.

“Typical Roger, even in death you still can’t help yourself.” Brian said.

“Ever the play boy in life or death.” Granddad’s voice echoed before finally all four of their spirits disappeared into the sunlight. My dad and nana came up beside me and they each had an arm wrapped around me and the three of us watched as the gates soon closed and the sun rose higher and higher into the sky.

I turned around to see Constantine walking away with his hands in his pockets.

“Constantine!” I called out. He stopped and turned back towards me. “Thank you. For everything.” He grinned and simply said.

“Just another day in the office love. Now—try not to evoke anymore demonic deities or spiritual apparitions.”

“I’ll try.”

“Good day to you then Deacon family. And I hope to never see you lot again.” And with that he walked away. Then finally we left the cemetery and hailed a cabbie home.

*Epilogue*

I’ll tell you this much. After the events of March. 19th, things were different from that day on. My dad and I patched things up. He left his company and became an author. His books got some recognition but it was his 3rd book titled LEGEND OF THE BAND that was his best seller.

He wrote it as a fictional piece so that we could respect the privacy of his father and how Queen truly died. But we also had tragedy hit us.

Five years later, nana passed away peacefully in her sleep. We thought it was best for her to be buried where her husband’s body was last seen.

We drove up to Rockfield farm and we buried her right near the building where the recording studio was. During her funeral I played granddad’s song he made for her, “You’re my best friend” as a way to let granddad know that she was coming for him.

I would go to London University and study criminology. I slowly go up the ranks and by the time I turn 35 I become the leading detective in the Cold cases division.

I help hundreds of families find closure on the deaths of loved ones they’ve lost for decades. With every case I solve; I see my story back when I was just a teenage when I finally got to meet my long deceased grandfather and the band members of Queen. Because of me, no one got to wonder what ever happened to their loved ones and we bring justice to those that forced the families to grieve for as long as mine has.

As I now lay there in my bed at the tinder age of 97 sick and fading, I would question whether I did enough. But as I close my eyes and hear the voices of my father and grandparents, as well as my uncles it puts me at ease. I had done my job and now it was time.

The next time I woke up, I was a 17 year old teenager again and right there at the gates of Heaven I see my father, Freddie, Brian, Roger and my grandparents. All young and vibrant.

This time my grandfather and uncles were back to how they were when they were human back in the 1970s. All of them wore soft smiles and extending his and out to me was my granddad. I walked towards him and placed my hand in his.

He pulled me towards them and I was once again engulfed in a family group hug. I smile as I buried my head between my nana and granddad.

Finally at peace and happy with my family in the gates of Heaven.

64 notes · View notes