Freddie Mercury imagines

Lazy legs

HE LOOKS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL LIKE WHY MUST HE BE LIKE THIS AHHHHH 😭 HE'S JUST SO OVERWHELMINGLY PRETTY FREDDIE STOP IT STOP FOOLING WITH OUR WEAK LITTLE HEARTS WE'RE FRAGILE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU BOY 😭

This was inspired by a conversation a few nights ago with freddiemercury01 and The_Fairy_King where we were talking about Freddie and his broken leg that time and how fun it would be to just run around carrying him everywhere so thanks for inspiring me dearies :) This is for you two lovely people 😌

1985

"It looks so beautiful in the evening ," Freddie murmured as the two of you sat on a plane to Japan where Queen would be touring, you reading the latest in the newspaper while Freddie stared out the window with his head rested on your shoulder.

"It seems to always be like this in Japan." You sighed, already feeling calmer at the thought of returning to the gorgeous country. 

The Japanese were truly Queen's fans that never relented, they worshipped the group as if they were the gods of music and that led to Brian writing teo torriatte for them which Freddie always sang to perfection when they performed the song. 

"I think we're nearly there." Brian said from the seat behind you, drumming his fingers on his thigh. 

"Well, at least you won't have to perform until tomorrow so we'll be able to have a calm da-night today." You corrected yourself, forgetting how the time zone in Japan wasn't like it was in Britain and it was night time instead of day time here. 

"My legs are tired, they must have fallen asleep." Freddie whined with a wince, getting your attention.

"I hate when that happens, just try and walk it off." You groaned sympathetically, earning a pout from your lover.

"Walk it off? That'll just make it feel worse!...Can you carry me out?' He asked, making you blink.

"You want me to carry you?" You raised an eyebrow.

"It's just from here to the car, is that really such a bad thing?" Freddie pointed out.

"Is it so bad to just walk there?" You retorted dryly.

"I just said I can barely walk! Pleaseeee?" 

"Oh come on Y/N, you don't need to give in...you don't need to give in..." You tried to tell yourself as you stared into Freddie's puppy dog eyes, the cutest expression on his face that always penetrated your shield.

"Fiiine, lazy bastard." You snickered, earning an offended gasp. 

"Bastard!? I just asked for a simple favor...You don't love me?" He frowned, making you chuckle at his dramatic attitude.

"You know I do, and for that I'm giving in because you're simply too irresistible." You submitted, earning a triumphant smirk and a kiss.

"Yay!" He cheered, instantly clinging onto you as you undid your seatbelts and scooped him up into your arms.

"Wow, you're so much lighter than I thought." Your eyes widened, surprised at how easy the Persian was to hold. He was taller than you by quite a bit yet you didn't have too much difficulty in picking him up.

Freddie chuckled softly, a small blush on his face as he buried his face in your neck.

"I love you." He whispered against your skin, lifting his head so he could look at you with tender, loving eyes.

"I love you too baby, always." You said softly, earning a happy whimper from the singer as you massaged his tummy gently.

"I hate to interrupt, but it looks like we're gonna have to get off the plane unless we want to keep the driver waiting." Roger broke in, an impatient look on his face as your moment of affection was destroyed.

"Fine, lead the way goldie locks." You scoffed, keeping a hold on Freddie as you got out of the plane, trying to ignore the flashing of cameras as he waved to millions of fans from your arms.

"They're always so excited to see us," Brian sighed as you all crowded into the car, Freddie reluctantly leaving your arms so he could sit down.

"Might be the fact that you guys are the best band in the world, hell, these people think you're bigger than the Beatles! I can't say I disagree." You giggled, clearly flattering your best friends and boyfriend.

"Well you're clearly a bigger fan than all of them." John commented with a chuckle.

"I better be, I'm in a relationship with the lead singer! And quite a happy one for that matter." You smiled, giving Freddie an eskimo kiss who had a smitten grin on his face.

The car arrived at the hotel, the other three gettin out first before Freddie put a hand on your arm as you got out.

"What? What is it?" You questioned, seeing there was a certain look on Freddie's face.

He looked completely calm and neutral, yet there was a tint to his eyes that implied he wanted or expected something from you.

"What?" You repeated, utterly confused at what Freddie was trying to ask or tell you.

He just held his arms out, and you weren't sure if he was asking for a hug or to be carried again.

"Fine, fine." You chuckled, seeing Freddie's lips curve into a smirk as you picked him up again, carrying him into the hotel. 

"This is so relaxing, why didn't I ask you to carry me before?" Freddie was clearly having the time of his life, and you couldn't help but love having Freddie so much closer to you, safe and protected in your arms. 

"Are your legs feeling better?" You asked, fumbling with the key to your room. 

"Perhaps, I just liked the thought of you carrying me around and it proved to be quite nice indeed." He admitted smugly.

"So what, I'm your servant now?" You snorted.

"I wouldn't pass up you carrying me more." He shrugged, the two of you laughing a bit.

"Well you're in luck, you happen to give the best cuddles and I only sleep with you in my embrace.' You teased, setting him down lightly on the bed and sliding under the covers next to him.

Freddie beamed and pulled you over to him, his strong arms around you and yours around him.

"Good night my darling," Freddie said almost inaudibly as he captured your lips with his, his mustache feeling slightly scratchy against your skin.

"Good night my sweet angel." You whispered, kissing his head as you drifted off to sleep.

The end.