Queen oneshots

Little family : Deacury

Freddie's POV:
I was so upset.
My sight was blurred with tears and I just wanted to sleep forever.
Tiffany. My dear, dear Tiffany was dead.
She wasn't even that old, she was so fluffy and loved cuddles. I laid on my bed, the covers over me. I had closed the curtains but still small rays on light crept into the otherwise dark room. I hadn't spoken John, anytime he came up I told him to leave me alone.
I wasn't meaning to sound rude or hurtful but I just didn't want to talk to anyone, I was grieving. I understand they just want the best for me but sometimes they just don't know when to quit.

Tiffany's hair was still all over my bed and my clothes. As she was a long haired cat she shedded a lot, which I got annoyed at at the time but now, now it just upsets me. She was such a good girl, and now she's gone. I burst in to load sobs again, at the last thought. Mid brake down I heard a little knock on the door.

"Go away." I sniffed, not bothering to wipe away the tears that where rolling down my cheeks.

Instead of obeying my wish, whoever it was on the other side of the decided to open it. I saw a recognisable mop of curly hair peak round the door into my dark room. He slowly walked, quietly shutting the door behind him as if he didn't want to scare me. He came over and sat at the end of my bed, looking up at me with sympathetic eyes.

"I told you to go away." I mumbled turning my back to him. I felt him shift closer to me and then his hand on my arm.

"Freddie, I'm not going to let you be sad on your own like this. You shouldn't be alone." I spoke softly, slowly rubbing my shoulder.

"It's stupid I know." I finally spoke, "it's not like she was a human or anything. I- I just loved her." I croaked.

"It's not stupid Freddie, I know you loved her and it's perfectly normal to feel like this." He reassured me, putting his arm around my shoulder and squeezing me tighter.

I broke into tears again, the sobs weren't quite as loud this time but still loud enough for me to be embarrassed over. I laid my head on Johns shoulder and he began to stroke my hair.

I must have fallen asleep because what felt like only a few moment later I awoke, laying in his arms, with dried tears on my cheeks. John was snoring softly beside me, his chest rising up and down with every breath he took.

I snuggled in closer to him, I didn't realise it but I really needed him. I just kept on pushing him away, not even giving him a chance. I realised my mistakes and knew I had to apologise for my previous behaviour once he woke up.

The light was no longer shining through the cracks of my curtains as it was winter and light became dark very early.

I felt John begin to stir beside me and kissed his forehead. He opened his eyes and gave me a small smile seeing I had cheered up a little.

"Hey. You feeling better?" He asked bringing his hands up to my hair and running his fingers through it.

"Yes. Deaky, I wanted to tell you that I'm really sorry for how I treated you earlier. I just was really upset but you were only trying to help, and you did. You make everything better you know? You are my best friend and I know that you will always be there for me, through thick and thin. You are far to good for me, you always take care of me and you never give up one me. I couldn't have wished for a better boyfriend, and I know we haven't been dating for long but it feels like we have been for years. You know me better than anyone, even better than I know myself, an somehow you always know what to say. John, Deaky, darling I- I love you." I shocked myself at my own words, we hadn't said that before. I mean it was true, I did love him... but I had never said it before. He looked taken back but not in a bad way.

Without even saying anything he crashed him lips into mine, and we shared a passionate kiss. He pulled away and we locked eyes, "I love you too." He smiled, which caused me to smile.

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John's POV:
It had been about a month after Freddie's cat died. He was very upset about it, but now he has seemed to get over the loss. And that was why I was at the pet store.

I knelt down beside the kittens and watched them tumble over each other, they were so precious. But there was one that just kept to its self, a little long haired white cat with a few brown splotches. It looked a little scared and lost, but really knowing how to fit in with the other kittens. I knew that was the one.

The shop owner look her out of the box for me and placed her in a pet crate. I payed for her and then took her in my car, I talked to her the whole way back home. Obviously the only response I ever got where a few small meows, but she kept me company.

I took her out of the crate once we arrived back home, not wanting her to feel like she was trapped. I cradled her softly in my arms and crept up the stairs to were I could heaR Freddie was. He was humming softly as he was folding him clothes and putting them into the drawers.

"Freddie, close your eyes." I instructed from the door, making sure he couldn't see the kitten.

"Why?" He questioned sounding quizzical.

"Just trust me."

"Mmm okay." He sighed and closed his eyes.

"No peeping!" I called out as I walked into the room.

I was now standing in front of him, "okay hold out your hands." I said to him.

"It better not be a spider, if it's a spider I will kill you John Deacon!" He said firmly, but still placed his hands out in front of himself.

"It's not a spider I promise!" I laughed.

I slowly placed the kitten in his hands making sure he had a good grip of her. He slowly opened his eyes and the filled with joy at seeing the small animal in his palms.

"Oh my god!! John you didn't! Oh you didn't!!" He cried out, evening with happiness.

"I did!! I did!" I giggled, filling up with excitement at how happy it made Freddie.

He brought the kitten in close to himself and cuddled her tightly. Then he brought me into the hug as well.

"What's he name?" He whispered softly, stroking the top of her small head with his index finger.

"You choose, she's yours." I cooed, stocking her back.

"Delilah." He smiled kissing the top of her head.

"It's beautiful." I said, looking at my new little family.