Queen Imagines

Freddie Mercury

"Oh gosh where is he?!"
"Bloody hell, I'm going to kill that man when he finally gets his glamorous butt here."

You had just arrived at the studio, hearing a group bickering and complaining loudly.

"Hello??" You asked as you pushed the door open.

"Oh. Hello there?" One of the three men standing in the room said, looking over your form as you made your way further into the room.

"And you are?" A blonde man suddenly appeared, smirking mischievously.

"Y/n... my father owns the building. I was under the impression that it would be empty for me to practice in at this hour..." you had to admit that you felt a little silly, having walked in on a practicing band.

"No worries love. I'm John, that there is Brian, and this lovely thing is Roger." The last man to speak smiled at you kindly as he introduced each member.

"We're you complaining about someone being late? I heard as I walked in..." you shifted to set your bags down on the chair, looking at them for an explanation.

"Oh yes. Our glorious lead singer Fred. He's been late recently and it's starting to irritate us lot." Brian replies, strumming his guitar lightly, looking at the door ever so often expecting this so called "Fred" to walk in at any time.

"Well that sucks. He shouldn't treat you all like that. Especially if there's a time scheduled." Just then the doors swing open, the four of you turn to see the sunglass clad man strut through the frame.

"Treat them like what darling? Three manic queens?"

This has to be Fred. You thought, although the name Fred didn't really fit him...

"Freddie Mercury darling. And you are?" He holds his hand out to you in an extravagant fashion, waiting for you to take it.

You lightly place your hand in his and he kisses it lightly as you tell him your name.

"Y/n," he hums, "I like it. I don't think I'll change it."

"Alright. Now that that is settled can we please practice for at least a little while so we can make the REST of our time worth it?!" Roger practically yells, jolting you from your eye lock with Freddie.

"Sure thing darlings. Let's start." He turns to you, "you can stay if you'd like dear. No harm in watching the show." Winking as he turns and struts to the riser.

The rest of the men roll their eyes at his antics and take their positions at the instruments.

"Ready Freddie?" Roger asks, bouncing with Barry container energy at finally having the singer there.

"Yes darling now do play it right this time."

*time jump slightly*

"No no no nonono. I don't need to play it louder it's suppose to go bum bum tsssssss." Roger was now off and in front of the riser.

"But Rog, if you do that then I can't do bong bong tss." It was the harshest you think John had ever spoken, evident by the looks on the other men's faces.

"Listen!!! If we're going to argue let's at least do it over coffee? I'm beat." Brian seemed to be the sense of reason in the bunch.

"I second that." You pipe up, making them jump. Apparently they had forgotten you were there.

"Oh yes darling. Get your bag then and we're off." Freddie waltzes over to you and takes your arm, sashaying out the door with you in tow.

"Come along boys. We haven't got much time."