Freddie Mercury imagines

Killer Queen

THIS MAN CAN DO LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL AND I WOULD STILL BE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HIM 🥺 AGHHHHHH FREDDIE I THINK YOU HAVE MADE MY INFATUATION WITH YOU GROW FAR TOO MUCH DARLING WHY MUST YOU BE SO PURE 😭🥺

1974

"Good morning dearest," Freddie purred as he hovered over you and latched his lips to your neck, sucking gently on your skin as you opened your eyes.

"Good morning to you too." You chuckled, rolling over onto your back so you could come face to face with him, staring lovingly into his beautiful dark orbs. 

"I was kind of in the middle of something, you know." Your lover huffed, pressing another kiss to your neck.

"Well so am I as a matter of fact, I'm in the middle of looking at your gorgeous face." You rebutted with a smirk, sending a red flush up to Freddie's cheeks as he bit his lip.

"You're the gorgeous one." He mumbled, kissing you gently which you reciprocated instantly. 

"I love you so much," You panted out in between kisses.

"I love you more." He said softly, snuggling up to you and holding you against his chest.

"Don't you have that top of the pops show today?" You questioned, playing with his beautiful long hair as you laid on his chest.

Freddie and the band had been invited onto the famous music television show 'Top Of The Pops' to perform their biggest hit song so far, 'Killer Queen'. The song had peaked at number two on the UK charts, granting the boys more fame than they could've previously imagined and you truly couldn't be prouder of them and what they had accomplished in only two years of their career. You knew from the very beginning that they would go far, and they were certainly heading in that direction.

"Mhm. Will you be there to watch me?" He asked with a grin.

"You don't even need to ask, I'll have to be there so I can make sure no one else looks at your lips." You snorted, making him laugh.

 "I think many people will be, but none of them will have the pleasure of enjoying them except for you." He husked, diving back down to kiss you once more.

You eagerly kissed him back and eventually pulled away with a smitten giggle.

Freddie beamed and got out of bed, getting dressed. He was wearing simple white pants with an exquisite brown furry jacket.

"What do you think?" Freddie smirked as you looked him up and down, your breath taken away by his beauty.

"I think you're the real killer Queen." You gulped, earning a laugh as well as a peck on the cheek.

"Why thank you, you look stunning yourself, my love." He smiled, squeezing your hand gently.

You blushed at his words, thanking him quietly. The two of you had been together for quite a few years, yet you always got flustered whenever he complimented you or found ways to demonstrate his love for you.   

The two of you then went to the set, seeing the boys were already there and fussing with the sounds of their instruments.

"This is shit!" Roger groaned, hitting his drums monotonously.

"What's going on?" Freddie questioned as he walked over to his friends.

"Listen chaps, it is going to be playback and all that's required is to lip sync." The director informed the boys, though this information was immediately met with shouts.

"We do know how to play our instruments!" Roger scowled, looking even more pissed off.

"You want ME to lip sync?" Freddie asked dryly.

"I don't understand why they can't just do it live, that is the purpose of actually performing."  You chimed in, raising an eyebrow.

"It doesn't matter, the audience will never know the difference." The director shrugged.

"We'll know the bloody difference!" Brian groaned.

"Listen, this is the BBC and that's how things are done around here. Don't be a nuisance and just perform how you're supposed to." The director rolled his eyes, stalking off. 

"What a bunch of bullshit." Freddie grumbled to you, you nodding with a scoff.

"Can you believe that asshole? 'This is the BBC.'" You mocked the director.

"I'm relieved." John spoke up, unfazed by his bandmates' and your annoyance at the matter.

"Of course you are." Brian rolled his eyes.

"It'll be a perfect performance this way, no fear of messing up." The bassist defended.

"Well I suppose it's almost time," Brian sighed.

"Yay." Roger deadpanned, sounding far from enthusiastic.

"You'll be great, and besides even if you do have to lip sync, at least you'll still sound and look perfect." You smirked, kissing Freddie's cheek.

"Thank you." Freddie murmured into your ear, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing you feverishly.

"Later Freddie, you have to go on." You giggled, blushing brightly as he playfully squeezed your ass, looking around to make sure no one saw.

"Darling, you're killing me...Like a Killer Queen! You know what, I hereby dedicate this song to you." He declared, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"Just gooo," You whined while restraining a smile.

Freddie snorted and followed the boys on the stage, lip syncing to the music as he mimed his singing. 

"She's a killer, queen,

Gunpowder, gelatin.

Dynamite with a laser beam.

Guaranteed to blow your mind, anytime...

Ooo, recommend another price.

 Insatiable an appetite,

Wanna try?" 

Freddie spotted you in the crowd as he pointed at you, grinning to himself as he continued the song while still making gestures towards you for certain lines.

"Drop of a hat, she's as willing as.

Playful as a pussy cat.

Then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas...

She'll absolutely drive you wild...wild...

She's out to get you..."

The end.