Queen (but mostly Dealor/Joger) smut One-Shots, because we're all pervs 😳 Some of these have a pinch of crackhead energy but that's just how I roll. Bone apple teef!

John's head ached from the tears shed earlier as he went to confess his sins. As always he continued with the Lord's Prayer "Our father, who art in heaven hallowed be thy name...." Why did he have to fall in love with his best friend, and why did he do him dirty? A Queen Au in which the boys live in America during the Vietnam war, while also attending an all boys catholic boarding school. Updates on Fridays or Saturdays.

In a world where it pays to be gorgeous, Roger Taylor makes a pretty penny pretending to be someone he's not. He always believed that you never mix business with pleasure, but those lines begin to cross the moment John Deacon walks through the door.

When Roger's best friends practically force him to sign up for a pen pal site, he expects to come into contact with literally nobody... but when he sets his eyes upon a profile belonging to an individual named 'John', he can't help but click the 'Send Message!' Icon... • A fanfic told through letters, telephone calls and sometimes a little description, too. #1 dealor :D

"we'll talk again?" "of course." "oh and one more thing- don't tell my brother." john knew who roger taylor was. he was in his step brothers year, but freddie didn't like him much. actually not at all. freddie always described roger as rude, arrogant and trouble.

a book documenting the after-effects of an act as simple and innocent as pairing up an a-level student desperate to make his uni applications shine and another student who wants nothing more than to pass his biology exams "𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩" #1 in #johndeacon 22/2/2019 (thanks!) #1 in #joger 20/2/2019 #1 in #dealor 6/5/2019 #3 in #queen 25/2/2019

Freddie and Brian exchanged a look that Roger wasn't very fond of. It seemed off-putting and strange to him. "I'm going to call John," Brian mentioned, standing to his feet, shuffling over to the phone in the corner of the room. "Am I missing something? Who is John?" Roger asked, looking between the two. Brian slammed his hand down onto the ringer, turning back to look at his friend. Freddie, who had been mysteriously quiet for the past few moments, shifted in his seat. "Roger darling, what year is it?" He asked him quietly. Roger shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Nineteen seventy." He answered, clear as day. Must to Roger's shock and awe, his answer had been incorrect. It was nineteen seventy-six.