Queen/BoRhap Smut and Fluff Oneshots/ Preferences *requests open*

Your Halloween Costumes

Brian May
"I'm not sure about this, Y/N. I look like a bloody idiot" Brian whispered nervously as you rang the doorbell. You had been invited to a party at Freddie's house, and, despite not being a couple, you had decided to do a duo costume. Brian had loved the idea a few hours ago as you were getting ready, but now that the moment had come for people to actually see that costume, his nerves had set in.

The fun part for him had been getting ready, flitting around your apartment drinking wine and listening to your vinyls. He had liked the soft feeling of your fingertips as they grazed at his eyelids, his cheekbones, his lips as you had diligently applied his face make up. Spending that quality time with you, away from the band, that had been Brian's motivation for this ridiculous costume.

Before you could reassure him, the door burst open to reveal a very tipsy Roger Taylor. His eyes instantly trailed over yours and Brian's halloween costume, pearls of laughter bursting from his lips when he saw the dog collar and lead connecting your Cruella De Vil costume to Brian's Dalmatian attire.

"Cruella and the poodle" Roger sputtered between his laughs as you pushed past him into the crowded party. It was obvious from Brian's face paint that he was supposed to be a Dalmatian, not a poodle, but the arrogant drummer couldn't resist making the obvious joke. Brian glared at him sullenly.

"Dude, you're so fucking whipped" Roger chuckled in a low voice, so that only Brian could hear. Roger, like the rest of the band, knew of Brian's feelings for you. Roger also knew those feelings were reciprocated.

"Shut up" Brian spat through gritted teeth, his eyes watching you longingly as you made your way over to Freddie, embracing the raven haired singer in a tight hug. "I'm going to ask her tonight. I'm going to ask y/n" he added as an afterthought, his voice surprisingly determined. He was tired of acting as though the two of you were just friends, when he desired to be so much more. His eyes left you for just a moment, but that was all it had taken for you to cross the room and be by his side again.

"Ask me what?"

John Deacon
Your eyes widened as your love made his way down the wide staircases, his curvaceous legs in that short outfit catching everyone off guard. Freddie's mouth dropped open at the sight of John - the innocent little John Deacon - dressed in a revealing playboy bunny costume, complete with the ears and a tiny tail stuck to his rear. His eyes darkened at the sight of the fluffy, pink bunny onesie you were wearing.

"What the hell, y/n? I thought you said we were going as bunnies" John hissed as he reached your side, his cheeks slightly flushed from the attention. You bit the inside of your cheek to hold in your laughter.

Your husband of seven years, John, had been on tour during the months leading up to Freddie's annual halloween bash, meaning that you'd had to break your annual tradition of going shopping together for your couples costume. Instead, you had told John over the phone about your bunny costume idea, believing your husband was capable enough of getting the right costume for himself. Evidently, you were wrong.

"I am a bunny" you giggled, gesturing to the bunny ears sewn into your onesie. "Just not a playboy one"

"Next time, be more specific" John sulked, his eyes darkening as Freddie pranced over to compliment his fishnet tights.

Freddie Mercury
"You know, when you suggested going as Sonny and Cher for halloween, I assumed that I would be going as Cher" you sulked as your boyfriend emerged from your shared bedroom, looking drop dead gorgeous in his 1970s flares and long dark wig. His make-up was perfect too, perfectly mirroring Cher's Smokey eyes.

Opposite him, you felt as though you looked stupid. Your outfit was nowhere near as flamboyant or bright, and your wig was unflattering. You weren't wearing make-up, seeing as you were Sonny. Normally, in this situation, you would feel so self-conscious about leaving the house like this.

But as you looked at Freddie's face light up as he checked himself in the mirror, swishing thus way and that, you couldn't help but smile. He looked absolutely adorable, and so comfortable in his own skin. He loved this side of himself, he loved cross-dressing, but he had yet to gain the confidence to do it on any night other than halloween.

"You look amazing baby" you complimented, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. He smiled down at you affectionately.

"As do you, my love" he responded lovingly, meaning every word. To Freddie, you would always look perfect, no matter what you were wearing. And he loved you so much more for embracing this side of him.

Roger Taylor
Smirking softly, you pulled your suspenders up your long legs, letting out a satisfied sign as you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror, and your cute little outfit.

Tonight was Freddie's annual halloween party, although you couldn't care less about that; you didn't intend to stay long, if you even went at all. All you could focus on was the thought of the sexy drummer downstairs, who had returned from a three month bout of touring. His reaction to the outfit you were wearing after so long of being physically unable to touch you.

Roger had rejected every one of your couples halloween costume ideas outright, finding them either too goofy, too complicated, or simply wanting to spend the small time you had together on the phone whispering about all the perverted things he wanted to do to you the moment he got back from tour. In revenge for his lack of interest in your halloween costume, you had chosen the sexiest costume you could find, settling for a slutty maid costume from Ann Summers. A black, lacy matching set, suspenders and tall stripper heels completed the outfit. Grabbing your feather duster and pulling your outfit down a little to reveal your cleavage, you made your way downstairs.

Roger was leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes locked on his phone screen. He was clad in a leather jacket and leather pants - a lazy attempt to pull off a Danny Zuko from 'Grease'. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you cleared your throat loudly to get his attention. His mouth dropped open at the sight of you.

"You ready to go, baby?" You questioned in faux innocence, acting as though you were unaware of the affect you were having on Roger Taylor as you crossed the room, leaning against the dining room table to grab your house keys, shaking your ass teasingly in the process. Roger appeared behind you, one hand wrapping around your waist, the other around your throat as he pressed his body against your own.

"Upstairs, y/n, now" he whispered huskily into your ear. You grinned. Your plan had worked.

An; these are pretty short, but if you would like any extending as their own separate oneshots or have a oneshot/preference idea of your own, let me know. I can write smut or fluff