Freddie Mercury imagines

My melancholy blues

I swear to god this man's beauty is gonna give me a sheer heart attack...LMAO anyway hop aboard the angst train y'all...my angst loving self has returned most of my chapters have been happy/fluffy so far but I wanted to write another angst chapter cause why not 😈 

Trigger warning: Mentions of violence/physical abuse

1982

You didn't know what to do. You curled yourself into a ball on the couch, rocking back and forth as your body rattled with fear.

You honestly had no idea what the point of trusting people was when all they did was betray you. You'd suffered enough pain in your life to know that.

But none of your past trauma hurt as much as when the love of your life struck you.

 You'd been arguing consistently for months, you would always lecture him over his addiction with drugs and drinking, but he'd always dismiss your worries and say everything would be fine. 

You knew it wasn't fine the moment his fist made contact with your face, sending you stumbling backwards out of shock and bringing back the memories you so desperately prayed you'd forget.

 Did he feel bad for his actions? Did he even care about what he did? You didn't know. You hardly recognized him for the past months. He was a singer in a rock band known worldwide, you knew fame had its dangers. You should've seen it coming beforehand.

Before you knew it you had darted out of the house, abandoning your things and running straight to your car, driving to your older brother Kurt's house faster than you'd ever driven before. You'd broken down in his arms, holding onto him as if he were your lifeline and letting out the pain you'd bottled up inside you ever since your childhood.

It was currently close to midnight and Kurt was fast asleep upstairs, you were in the living room clutching onto a blanket for comfort. 

There was then a knock on the door, startling you. You cautiously tiptoed to the door, managing to make out vulnerable sniffles from the other side.

You opened it to reveal none other than Freddie himself with a bouquet of roses in his hand, his eyes filled with agony and despair. That surprised you, how did he know where you were? And clearly he did look sorry as he was very clearly trembling, and quite frankly, the sight scared you greatly. You'd never seen him look so upset before. 

"I know what you're going to say. And I'll let you say it, just because I know there's no stopping you." You sighed, accepting the flowers which he meekly held out to you.

"Y-Y/N I'm so so sorry, I should have never done what I did I-I know that's no excuse and you have no obligation to forgive me o-or come back to me b-but I needed you to know how h-horrible I feel." He squeaked, his normally powerful and strong voice now shaky and heartbroken.

You frowned, letting him inside as you shut the door behind him silently.

"That doesn't change what happened Freddie, you don't get to attack people just because you feel angry." You said sternly, crossing your arms.

Freddie could only nod, his gaze trained on the ground as he didn't dare to look over at you. You were admittedly grateful for that, as the more you looked at him the more pain you'd feel.

"I-I know... I can't tell you how fucking sorry I am, I should've t-taken you seriously a-and stopped with the drugs...a-and alcohol...I'm gonna quit all of that forever, I swear." He said hurriedly, and you could tell he was sincere.

"I'm glad to hear that, although you shouldn't have even done it from the start and you know it. Those fucking things can kill you, why do you think so many singers died so young and why do you think it ruins people's lives?" You pointed out bitterly.