Bohemian Love (Rami Malek fan fiction)

The Five Musketeers

"Jen, darling! So glad you could make it. How do I look?" I hear the Freddie accent before I see him.

I pause, halfway through removing my raincoat in the wardrobe department when Rami saunters up to me - looking nothing like himself. I take it all in; the sequin leotard, shoulder-length wig with micro bangs, and the false teeth.

"As I live and breathe! Absolutely stunning, babe. Love it." I answer back in my Mary accent, trying not to laugh in surprise. I've never seen this much of Rami before. It takes a very special man to rock a skintight outfit like that.

Rami laughs before leaning in and whispering out of character, "I feel incredibly exposed."

At that, I laugh. Rami and Freddie are very different people, and I can tell he's struggling to hide inside this particular outfit. "Well," I whisper back, "Trust me, you're not. Just steer clear of the craft service table and any air conditioning vents, and you're golden."

He leans back and smiles at my joke. He's almost unrecognizable underneath the hair, teeth, and prosthetics. Once again enveloped in his Mercury swagger, he answers, "Sounds like a plan. Are you on for sushi tonight, love?"

That's another thing I have to get used to. On very, very rare occasions does Rami ever break character. Especially the accent. We have an ongoing competition to see who can keep up the accent the longest, keeping tallies every time one of us slips up. As soon as we get to work, it's English accents 24/7. Rami is way better at it than I am, but I'm proud to say I've improved a lot.

"I'm free for sushi, of course. Your flat, or mine?" The production team set us all up in the same apartment building in London where we're shooting, and we tend to just get takeout delivered so that the tabloids don't try to start dating rumors about us. Especially since we haven't actually had a press release revealing the casting. The PR people don't want the world to discover me as 'Rami's Mystery Girl,' but as the actress they've chosen for Mary Austin.

"Mine. We were at yours last night," Rami responded. Someone in wardrobe starts dragging him away for the next fitting, so Rami shoots me a wink and shouts, "Bye, darling!" as he goes.

I hang up my gear and head over to Hair and Makeup to get fitted for the various wigs I'll need. Today is all about solidifying the wardrobe and the overall looks for the entire film.

"Ooh, Jan, I love this one," I gush after a couple hours and about a half-dozen or so different wigs. As a naturally dirty/ash blonde, I'm loving this golden blonde color. I especially like this wig, the one I've been told I'll be wearing when Freddie first checks me out. It's long, flowing to about halfway down my chest - I haven't had the patience to grow my own hair this long in ages. It currently sits just above my collarbone.

As I glance down to play with the ends of my fake hair, I feel somebody come up behind me and kiss my right cheek. I'm startled until I look up into the mirror and see that it's just Rami, This time in a leather jacket, bell-bottoms, and pointy white boots. He laughs at my reaction, and I can't help smiling as he says, "You should have seen your face, love. It was absolutely perfect."