Maylor et Queen OneShots (these ones suck a little bit)

Queen as kids

Hello hello
the idea isn't from me, i've already seen a lot of queen as kids fictions (especially the best on earth, the ones by sailawaysweetbeebin omfg that artist)

anywayYyyY let's go there'll surely be maylor or deacury innuendos i guess I DON'T KNOW, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING YET I'M SUPPOSED TO DO MY HOMEWORK AND I'M DOING THAT INSTEAD OHNO

so
John is 4
Roger is 6
Brian is 8
Freddie is 9

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"AAAAAAAAAAH FREDDIIIIIEE"

The nine years old boy burst into the room, his cheeks full of shaving foam.

"What? What happened?!" he asked as he ran to John who was crying on the floor.

"I-i f-fell-ll-l" he said hardly between sobs, pointing at a barely bloody wound on his knee. Freddie gasped in shock and put his hand over his mouth.

"OH MY GOD, CALL AN AMBULANCE, DEAKY GOT A SCRATCH! ROGER!!"

John looked up at him with a worried expression. "A-an ambulance?" he whispered. "I'm gonna go in hospital?" he said while his lip began to tremble. A tiny tear fell from his eye and Freddie screamed again.

"ROGER!! DON'T CALL ANY AMBULANCE! ROGER! DO YOU HEAR M.. Roger?"

He looked behind and Roger was nowhere to be seen. He facepalmed, causing the foam to spread on his face and on his semi-long hair he was actually trying to grow. "Oh no..."

"W-what is it on your face?" John asked, slightly scared. Freddie turned to him and smiled.

"It's shaving foam, only for grown men." he explained gently. John stared at him with fully frightened eyes.

"Ca-can you remove it?"

The older boy leant towards him, a grin on his face, he didn't saw John's eyes widening in fear. "Yeah, of course i can. But i have to keep it on for a while."

"Huuu—huuhhhh" the kid whined with his visage tensed.

"What?" Freddie asked as he came even closer to John to hold him.

"F-freddiie! stop!" John begged.

"Stop what?"

"You scare me!" John said with a trembling voice and Freddie frowned.

"Ha! I told you that your hair looked ugly Freddie!" a raspy voice suddenly said. They both turned to Roger who had just entered the room and walked to the couch. The boy had on had a huge amount of shaving foam covering his whole face, making him look like a cloud. John shrieked when he saw him and began to cry in panic. Freddie wanted to help him and faced him, trying to explain that the foam wasn't dangerous.

"No, John, don't cry. Look, i can remove it like that." he traced a a line on his cheek with his finger, removed some foam and showed his real skin at John. The boy only cried louder.

"Aaaaaahhhhh B-b-brIAAnnn!" he sobbed out.

Their curly haired daddy entered the room with an annoyed sigh, holding his skinny black cat in his arms. He frowned when he saw Freddie's face covered in white. "What now...?"

"F-f-f-freddie is annoying me!" John cried.

Freddie moved away from John with a shocked expression. "Sorry what? You're the one who called me because you were hurt John!"

"What? Who is hurt?" Roger blurted out. Brian turned towards the blond boy he didn't noticed when he'd first entered the room. His jaw dropped when he saw his inflated cloud face.