Queen oneshots

Pretty man : Breaky

~19th August 1981~
Brian's POV:

He was the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on, as he sat under the apple tree with a book in his hands. The late summer sun bouncing off his skin and filling his green eyes. His hair was much like mine with the bouncy curls, yet perfectly tamed.
As I watched him from my seat on the bench, I couldn't help but fall deep into his beauty. I had started to sketch him in my notebook, so that if our paths never crossed again I could always look back and remind myself of the stunning man who sat under the apple tree.

The air was pleasant and warm, a slight summer breeze often swept past, making my curls sway in its movements. The birds chirped in the trees and the flowers where fully bloomed. The pages of my art book where filled with beautiful things and beautiful people, but today was the best of all. With the different flowers pattered around the corners of the paper and the pretty man as I had called him in my mind sat in the middle with the tree behind him.
A few butterflies had also been scattered around the page as well, each one unique from the other.

I wanted so badly to join the pretty man under the tree but my awkwardness and anxiety held me down against the bench. As I say tied with mental ropes to the wooded structure all I could do was continue to draw his beauty best I could and hope, pray, that perhaps he would consider noticing me.

I watched him bring up his slender fingers to his mouth and slightly wet them with his tongue before turning the page. I couldn't quite grasp the reality that someone this perfect could exist, let alone the fact I would be so blessed to be in the presence of one.

He was unusually handsome as well, not the average good looking person, he was different, unique from the rest. His facial structure alone was unlike any other I had seen before, with an adorable nose and defined cheek bones. I so desperately wanted to see his smile, more so get the chance to hear his laugh. I'm sure it would sound equally, if not more so, beautiful than his face.

Oh how I wanted to hear his voice, would it be hoarse, or sweet, or could be possibly have an accent? I'm sure I would fall in love with the sound of it the second I heard the fist word leave his lips, but I can only dream.

I looked back down from his image to continue with my drawing, yet when I looked back up to make sure I hand captured his hair correctly he was gone. I felt my heart sink at the feeling that I would most likely never see him again. My gaze was fixated on the spot he once sat, that was now empty and much less lovely to stare at.
I let out a deep sigh as I continued my work with only my memory to use as a reference.

I paused, leaving my pencil still on the page as I began to search my brain for what top he was wearing when a soft voice interrupted my thoughts.

"A button up shirt, white with coloured shapes. If that's what you where wondering,"

I jumped up in shock from the sound of the unexpected voice, as I spun around to see the owner I realised it the the pretty man.
Many different versions of what I could say popped up in my mind, yet not a single one managed to come out. I just starred in shock and awe at the man stood in front of me, my lips slightly open in case any words wanted to come out.

"I'm John by the way, John Deacon." He extends out his hand for me to shake.
I hastily brought my own up to meet his once my brain recognised what was happening.

"Brian, Brian May." I announced shakily taking his hand in my own, a tingle shot through my body as our hands touched.
But I was quick to pull away as I thought that if I didn't, then I would never be able to detach myself from him.

"I thought I caught you starring a few times." He chuckled softly. I felt my face heat up, I just wanted the ground to open up beneath me and swallow me up.

"Oh I, sorry I didn't mean to intrude your privacy-" I managed to get out, still being fixated on the depth of his green eyes.

"Don't be. I'm flattered, it's very impressive this," he stated motioning to the page that I had forgotten was still on show.

"Oh um this, it's nothing just.. just something to pass the time." I blushed closing the book slightly and angling it away from his sight.

He came round from behind the bench and sat down besides me, "please? Can I see?" He asked looking at the book I held tightly in my grasp. I couldn't react properly, it was as if all the normal human communication I had collect over the years had been wiped completely from by brain.
After a few moments of once again getting lost in the lure of his features, I shakily passed over my small leather book.

He opened it from the first page and I watched as his features reacted to each individual page he flicked to. Each expression was more gorgeous than the last; his eyes filled with wonder and amazement as they danced around the page. A small smile appearing at the edge of his mouth as he did.
After a while of intensely examining my art he reached today's page, his smile only growing.

"It's really good. All of it, but this one is my favourite." He flashed he a full smile, and I had predicted correctly it was the sweetest thing I had ever seen. His teeth where perfectly white and straight, but what set him apart from the rest was he had the most adorable tooth gap between his front two teeth. His smile wasn't only his mouth though, no I saw it etch itself throughout his entire face. It lit up his eyes and created lines of joy in his skin, his smile was the only one I ever wanted to see.

"Thank you." I smiled back bashfully, feeling like a school girl talking to her crush.

"May I just make one adjustment?" He asked looking at the pencil in my hand.

"Of course." I said willingly passing over the pencil.

He took it from my fingers uttering a silent thank you before scribbling down something on the paper. Once he was done he closed the book and set it back down, then stood up.

"Goodbye Brian. I hope to see you again, for you are such a beautiful man." And with that he walked off, leaving me utterly confused yet feeling as if I was being lifted up to the heavens.

I opened my book to see a line of numbers scribbled down, and then the realisation came that it was his phone number.
Along was a note,
Call me soon sketcher
-John

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A/N:
This was meant for Johns birthday but I was 3 minutes too late but whatever :(
U want a part 2???
Also I do art and I was wondering if any of you wanted to see my fan art, I mean it's not very good but it's alright I guess, but obv I won't put it in if it won't interest you.

Alsooeooeodood HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAKY I LOVE YOU TGE MOST LOL SORRY BUT ITS TRUEEE I HOPE YIU HAVE THE BEST DAY AND HOPE EVERYONE RESPECTS YOUR PRIVACY BC YOU DESERVE THE WORLD!!!💗💗💗💗💓💗💗
Also did y'all see Brian's birthday post make me SOFT.
Ok ily 💗