"ℜ𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔉𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔢 ℑ𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴." [John Deacon x OC]

John Deacon meets a peculiar girl in a bar after a small incident. She has a strong cockney accent, though she can also talk in a normal way, and she seems to be in love with life. They begin to discover each other's world, but will their closeness lead to a love story?

'All colours are the friends of their neighbours and the lovers of their opposites.' - Marc Chagall A/N: Header pictures are not mine and belong to their original owners. Completed: February 2019 © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved

'Y'know, I never normally paid much attention to the bands that came and went here, when I was around, it was a pretty normal sight here at the farm. But I had a feeling that having Queen staying with us was going to be an exception.' Completed: October 2016 A/N: Before you begin reading, I just want to make it clear that I wrote this story when I was 17, hence why it's kinda shit. That's all I have to say, I do hope you enjoy it! © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved

As the title says, a book filled with Brian May oneshots, stories and imagines! Warnings at the beginning of every chapter! Requests: not taking any at the moment! Please enjoy! And feel free to leave a vote or comment! ❤

"Can you sayyyyy... HELLO?" Freddie asked his daughter eagerly. She was so small seating on his chest, she weighed like a feather to him. "Yello..." Elle cried back. Alice leaned to the side of the door, a grin formed on her face. Freddie could command a stadium of 70,000 people but trying to get the attention of his daughter meant more to him. "Can you sayyyy... Elle Mercury!" Freddie said, his voice went high pitch. "Yelle Curry!" she cried back, repeating her father. Freddie laughed at his daughter, her cuteness was too much for him to handle. "Good morning you two," Alice approached both of them by the couch. Freddie looked to Alice, in her silk white pajamas. He lifted his legs so Alice would seat on the opposite side of the couch, and then rested it back to her thighs. "Morning mama, sayyy... Good morning mama..." Freddie urged on his daughter. "No!" she cried back. Alice pouted at Elle to show her jealousy, then she stroked Elle's back asking for her attention. Indeed, she had to admit, both father and daughter had a different connection. When its fun time its always Freddie but when its restless, hungry, sleepy time it would be her Elle would turn to. Freddie lifted himself up so Elle would stand on his thigh, then lifting her up to blow on her stomach making farting noises. Elle burst into laughter, her hand was resting on Freddie's hair, pulling it telling him to stop. Alice's heart fluttered. She thought of the conversation they had the night before, about adding another one so that Elle could grow up with someone. She wanted another one, but Freddie refused. The pregnancy with Elle was smooth-sailing, it was a beautiful experience, she had the pregnancy glow throughout. But giving birth to Elle was a terrible experience for both of them, she lost a lot of blood and had complications. Freddie was scared that he was going to lose her, and Elle, and it was something he did not want to risk going through again.