Her Loverboy, His Killer Queen {Freddie Mercury/Queen Fanfiction}

Her Loverboy, His Killer Queen {Freddie Mercury/Queen Fanfiction}

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What happens when a music critic and a musician fall in love? One night, she hears something new in her perspective and wants to pursue that 'new' music. Little did she know that one encounter of a band named 'Queen' in an unlikely place can change the course of her lifetime. Don't be fooled by the fact that she has little to no friends and loves to be quiet all the time. She may be a journalist but her concerns focus on your conditions and she will understand your feelings. From being a writer for NME and Melody Maker, Amara 'Mara' Octavia is your typical young woman but then has a unique job that her own family never expected. After resigning her previous one, she became one of Queen's assistants in their early days of tour. They say one moment can change your life forever, and an interview with Freddie Mercury just proved it for her.
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"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕." I'm Mara Sabine Isolde. Nineteen, brunette (on purpose), and I firmly believe an iced coffee can fix at least 60% of life's disasters. I like lip gloss that shines a little too much, shoes that probably weren't made for walking, and the thrill of pretending I know exactly what I'm doing when I absolutely don't. I'm not trying to be mysterious (okay, maybe a little), but let's just say life has a way of dropping you into the weirdest situations. Some girls collect handbags-I collect stories. And this? This one's... complicated. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚. 𝙐𝙝...𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢?

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