Freddie Mercury imagines

Sweet lady

Requested by shes_a_killah_queen

 AGGGGGGHHHHH  HE'S SO FUCKING GORGEOUS I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT HE OR ANYONE ELSE THOUGHT ABOUT HIS TEETH OR APPEARANCE BUT HE IS SO DAMN STUNNING I CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE IT (Screams)

Thank you for the request darling, I appreciate it :) I'd like some more requests in the comments if you guys don't mind, school is making me miserable and I need the strength to update though OF COURSE, writer's block has made its return right when I prayed it wouldn't. (Groan)

Anyways, read on and enjoy my dearest lovies :)

1984

You sat in the corner as Freddie prepared for an interview, noticing the singer looked as bored and out of it as ever.

Freddie had recently gone through a breakup with an ex lover of his, and he wasn't particularly taking it well. 

You were trying to be there for him as much as you could, not used to him lacking the extravagant and flamboyant personality that normally shined within him. You knew he was quite a shy person underneath the great showman act, sometimes he was even shy enough to rival John,  but you never liked seeing him so subdued and distant. 

The cameras began to roll and Freddie's eyes bored into the interviewer's as if he were looking through him instead of directly at him while he was speaking.

They began speaking about the works, Queen's new album that had recently been released.

"Now Freddie, one of the songs on the album written by you is called 'It's a hard life'. What is the meaning behind that?" The interviewer questioned.

"Oh dear, you really mustn't ask me that! I never tell those sorts of things." Freddie rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his beer before speaking again.

"It's just, it's just about someone who's had bad experiences with love over and over again, and it's just become an endless cycle for them to be used to the hurt and heartbreak though they still hold out hope." He explained softly, almost vulnerably as his gaze dropped down to his lap.

The interviewer nodded.

"Would it happen to be written from your perspective?" He questioned, making Freddie's head shoot up from where he'd been staring at the ground.

"What was that?" He swallowed.

"Word has it you've recently gone through a breakup with a rather close ex lover of yours, would the song happen to be written about them?" The interviewer inquired with what you could've sworn to be a smirk.

If you weren't Freddie's assistant, you would have marched over to that man and struck him in the face. You were immensely protective of Freddie, and you knew the Persian was incredibly protective of his private life as well as his love life.

 He did make sex jokes during interviews and joked around, but he was a very reserved and private person on the inside and didn't take well to being questioned about himself.

"May be, may not be. As I say with Bohemian Rhapsody, it's for the listener to determine what the song means." Freddie said vaguely, sounding emotionless though he looked quite agitated.

The interview thankfully ended not long after, and though Freddie didn't say anything to the interviewer about perhaps being a bit too invasive in his business, he certainly had no problem ranting about it after you left.

"That bastard!" He scowled as soon as the two of you stepped outside.

"Who the fuck did he think he is? The audacity of that wanker!" He ranted furiously.

"I can't disagree with you there," You sighed as you got into the driver's seat, Freddie sitting next to you as you closed the doors. 

"Let's just get the fuck out of here." He sighed heavily.

You obliged as you started the car and drove off.

Freddie once again looked subdued and in his own world, which brought a frown to your face. His eyes flickered over to you as he caught you looking at him, making him bite his lip.

"Everything okay?" You asked gently, wanting to try and soothe him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He raised an eyebrow, though you weren't fooled by his nonchalance.

"Because you're still getting over a breakup that that asshole of an interviewer loved throwing back in your face." You stated dryly, though your tone was calm and gentle to help put him at ease.

"My sass seems to be rubbing off on you, darling." Freddie remarked, the two of you chuckling.

"It's not sass, it's just the evident facts. Do you wanna talk about it?" You questioned more softly, offering your hand out to him.

Freddie swallowed, taking your hand slowly though he didn't say anything. 

You gently brushed your thumb over the back of his hand, amazed at how smooth his skin was. You'd touched him before, the two of you hugged a lot though you had never held his hand, there wasn't a single imperfection upon it nor was there any imperfections upon any part of his body.

"I'll always be here for you," You said sincerely as you let go of Freddie's hand and put your own on his shoulder.

"We don't need to discuss it if you don't want to Freddie, I just want you to know that you can always talk to and trust me." You said earnestly.

Freddie finally looked over at you, his dark brown eyes no longer distant and icy. They looked exhausted and pleading.

"I do trust you Y/N, very much so." He whispered, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Good, because I don't ever want you to think you can't." You said softly.

"I-I should be over it...Why can't I just have a lasting relationship for once?" He sniffled, making your eyes widen.

"You'll find someone Freddie, you have no idea how much someone would love to be with someone like you." You said softly, pulling over into garden lodge and bringing the singer into a hug.

"Clearly not if I keep being left by myself." Freddie croaked to himself, though you heard what he said and it broke your heart.

"I-I just want to be with someone who truly cares about me...someone who loves me for who I am and would actually stick around for once." He whimpered. 

"You have so many people who do care about you Freddie, people that love and admire you more than you know." You sighed, rubbing his back gently. 

You wished you could've comforted him more, but there was limited space in the car and he didn't seem eager to get out yet.

"L-Like who?" Freddie sniffled, his teary, almost conflicted eyes meeting yours.

You opened your mouth to speak, perhaps to give him some more comforting, but were interrupted by Freddie's lips slowly, hesitantly connecting with yours as his mustache tickled your skin. 

You were too shocked to resist as he kissed you more hungrily, more needily. He pulled back slowly, looking at you nervously as you just stared at him in bewilderment.

"I-I'm sorry, I- Y/N I didn't-"

You were now the one interrupting him as you latched your lips onto his again, watching as he went from shame, to surprise, and then to joy. You continued kissing until the both of you pulled back for air, breathless and blissful.

"Freddie, that was- I don't even know what to say." You said softly.

"Say you want to do that again...I-If it's okay with you." He added the last part hurriedly, making you giggle a bit.

"I want to do that again." You grinned, taking his hand as he helped you out of the car and then scooped you into his arms.

"As you wish." He murmured, kissing you again passionately as you held onto him tenderly, determined to take care of him to the best of your ability.

The end.