Freddie Mercury imagines

Save me

 That picture>>>> Queen +Star Wars are my two favorite things 😎 

  We have angst coming up here... I don't know why but I have a strange addiction to writing angst- I'm not even sure why it's just one of my writing preferences. The chapter's inspired by a one shot from another Freddie imagines. Anyway, let us carry on.

Trigger warning: P*u! Pr*n*er and rape/non con. If this is too sensitive for some people then they may skip.

1980

From the moment you met him, you never liked Paul Prenter.

He was always accompanying Freddie everywhere, and you and the boys not so secretly thought he was a bad influence on Freddie. Thanks to him, Freddie had begun taking drugs and going out to clubs much more than he should.

"Right then, I'm off!" Freddie smirked, making you look up from your book.

"Off where?" You asked slowly, though you already knew the answer.

"To party dear, where else?" He chuckled.

You fought back a groan and sighed.

"Freddie, you've been clubbing for weeks now for literally hours on end...I'm not so sure you should keep going like this." You said hesitantly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"And why not? If you're jealous then you're allowed to say so darling, I've no problems with letting you come." He smiled with pursed lips.

This time, you didn't bother to hide your displeasure.

"That's the problem. I don't want to come and I don't want you to overdo it, Freddie. You really should slow down." You crossed your arms.

"And you really mustn't be such a bore." Freddie rolled his eyes, walking out.

You watched him leave, groaning as you knew the next morning would begin with you helping him get over a hangover he would inevitably get from drinking, smoking and more until his leech of an assistant declared he had enough.

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It had been a good evening, Freddie got a lot of work done in the studio, the day was quite peaceful and the two of you were cuddling on the couch. It all seemed perfect until someone knocked on the door.

"I'll get it," Freddie yawned and untangled from you, opening the door.

"Paul! I didn't know you were coming, lovey!" He smiled, wrapping the Irish man in a hug.

You aggressively chewed the inside of your cheeks, making sure no annoyed noises were emitted.

"Oh but of course, I figured tonight would be a perfect time to go out." Paul grinned, hugging him back rather forcibly with a smug expression.

Damn snake...

"I'm not so sure dear, I'm quite tired from our earlier blasts." Freddie chuckled quietly. 

"Oh come on, one night of fun's not going to kill you." The Irish man scoffed.

"More like a thousand nights of fun when it comes to you." You retorted under your breath.

 Paul didn't seem to have heard nor cared as he slung an arm around Freddie's shoulders.

"It'll be great, come on! Don't be boring."

Freddie immediately tensed at his words, turning to face him slowly with a furious look on his face.

"I. Am not. Boring." He seethed.