Freddie Mercury imagines

You take my breath away

Okay my dears, I think we can all fervently agree that this man is far more beautiful than all of the flowers in the world combined in one giant, somehow held together bouquet...Like JUST LOOK AT HIM IS HE NOT THE SWEETEST SIGHT EVER SEEN!? (Yes, I referenced 39 on purpose lmao) Oh, how and why does he have to be so fucking precious...

Requested by SleepInPeaceBruh (The title was anyway lmao)

1975

Your body jumped as you sneezed, sniffles leaving your swollen, reddening nose as you grabbed a tissue and blew it.

You had been feeling quite ill for days now, though you learned you had the flu several hours ago. Needless to say, you felt like death itself and were miserable about not being healthy.

Now, instead of doing something productive and actually enjoying yourself, you were stuck at home bedridden while feeling weaker than ever before. 

You were constantly throwing up and couldn't bear to eat or drink anything, you felt that it would cause more vomiting and you had lost your sense of taste while you were sick. You could hardly move a muscle or keep your eyes open for that matter, you were so terribly exhausted and naps felt like the greatest thing in the world to you in the state that you were in.

A violent cough forced itself out of you as you closed your eyes, trying desperately to think of something other than how feverish you were and how pathetic you felt to be confined to your own bed, cursed with sickness. 

The first thought that came to your mind was Freddie, beautiful, sweet Freddie...You could easily picture his gorgeous face and chocolate brown eyes looking into your own orbs, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you against his chest.

The knock on the door disrupted your dream, and you barely managed to open your eyes to look up at the door.

"Come in," You croaked as you held the blanket up to your face to shield how sick you looked.

The doorknob twisted and in walked Freddie himself, walking over to you with a cup of tea in his hand.

"Here honey, I brought you something to drink." He cooed, sitting beside you and placing the cup on your nightstand.

You hesitantly lowered the blanket, making sure to look down so he couldn't get a good look at you and your corpse like appearance as you reached for the cup with a shaking hand as you lifted it up to your chapped lips delicately.

"Thank you, Freddie." Your voice could barely go higher than a mere whisper, your throat sore and your strength powerless.

Freddie smiled reassuringly as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, making you flinch as his eyes widened.

"Y/N, you're burning up! Head up, I'm making this more comfortable for you." He pouted as he aided you in sitting up, something you most certainly did not have the will to do on your own. 

Freddie smoothed out the pillows and helped you lay back down, laying the blanket over you tenderly.

"That should be more cozy for you." He chuckled, kissing your forehead lightly.

"F-Freddie stop, I'm gonna infect you..." You protested, the last thing you wanted was to contaminate the love of your life even slightly. He had a studio session tomorrow afternoon, he couldn't be sick for that!

"I don't give a fuck, I will not rest until my love is feeling better." Freddie shook his head, making you roll your eyes at his stubbornness but blush at his dedication. 

"I love you so much, Freddie." You said softly.

"I love you more, darling." He spoke in the same tone of voice, getting into bed with you and holding you in a soothing embrace.

"I feel like shit..." You grumbled, a cough leaving you at that moment. 

"Talk about timing..." You thought bitterly to yourself.

"I know my dear, you just relax and let me make you feel better. I'm going to run you a nice, hot bath and take care of whatever needs you may have." He smiled, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your palm.

"Whatever needs I may have, is it?" You joked cheekily, making Freddie smirk at the implication.

"Indeed." He purred, pecking your lips and going to the bathroom, running you a bath as you drank your tea slowly.

Freddie came back and scooped you off the bed and into his arms, making you yelp in surprise. 

"What, you thought you were going to walk? I said I'm going to take care of you and I intend to deliver." He grinned, carrying you into the bathroom and making sure the water was hot enough.

You took your clothes off and settled into the tub, sighing in relief as you the hot water enveloped your skin.

You did start to feel a bit better, it was much better than laying in bed depressed and exhausted. 

Freddie removed his own clothes and got in the bath with you, making you suppress a groan.

"What's wrong with bathing together?" He frowned, making you bite your lip.

"I just don't want to get you si-" Freddie scoffed and cut you off by splashing you teasingly.

"Hey!" You gasped, making Freddie giggle as you pushed him lightly in disapproval.

"That was to get you to stop all that nonsense about infecting me. If I do get sick, then fuck it. I don't care about being sick, Y/N. I care about you and there's nothing you can say or do to make me quit caring for you so I'd advise against trying so darling." He said seriously, embracing you again.

"Screw it." You thought to yourself as you gave in to his hold and hugged him back, laying your head on his shoulder.

"You are so relentless," You chuckled amusedly.

"No, I'm just in love with you." He said simply.

"Perhaps you're both." You shrugged as you stroked his wet dark locks gently.

"Perhaps." Freddie smiled, getting out of the tub that was starting to get cold with you in his arms, wrapping towels around the two of you and laying down on the couch with you.

The two of you cuddled for the rest of the day and Freddie did whatever he could to help you feel better.

The end.