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i decided to make this because i’m bored and i really liked writing this story and i think this is what would happen if they were in quarantine during coronavirus
**ps i recommend reading the story first but you don’t have to if you don’t want
# of words: 718
warnings: fluff, implied smut
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When it first struck
Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor jamming out to another one bites the dust with a cigarette in his mouth is the reason I am up at night
This is a murderer! Ben Hardy imagine that I’m hoping to do a follow-up part for. I hope you all will like it, feedback is always appreciated.
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Summary: (Y/n) comes into the club after being attacked and Ben tries to console her and patch her up but he can’t help her when she is sure she’s killed her attacker.
Enjoy.
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(Y/n) felt like stomping her foot on the ground to make the automatic doors register her presence and open to her like the gates of Hell opening up to welcome her inside. The moment the doors opened (Y/n) stumbled over the threshold but soon realised that she didn’t have her key card to get her anywhere past reception which she had just walked into.
She wanted to scream. (Y/n) wanted to scream and shout and collapse down on her knees until Ben came and found her or heard the commotion she was desperate to cause. But all she could do was stand and stare at the desk in front of her. There were three people in reception hanging around like they were having a casual chat which wasn’t the most normal sight in the club but their conversations died out immediately when their eyes landed on (Y/n).
All three men looked at (Y/n) and she could feel their eyes burning into her like rays from the sun that were blistering her skin. She could feel their worry and confusion and the unnerved atmosphere she had created by turning up here when she wasn’t even supposed to be on shift today.
Summary: Prince Ben is trying to escape an arranged marriage. A young mermaid wants to escape the sea. Their paths cross and they may just be what the other is looking for.
Word Count: 4.2K
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A/N: I’m sorry these chapters are taking so long, y’all. I have just been having a rough time. I hope y’all enjoy this update, though :D
Warning(s): None :)
Chapter 3 here we go!!!
“You were waiting for me?” you questioned.
She snickered humorlessly. “Of course, princess. I keep track of all things going on in the ocean. I hoped you would consult me for help.”
You squared your shoulders. “I’ve heard rumors about you, Sycoria. Your help always comes with a price.”
“Well of course it does, darling,” she practically sang back. “All things have a price, not just my services. How would the world be if you could just get something from nothing?”
She began to slink around you, circling you, her eyes hungrily searching your form. You were apprehensive about this. But you had come this far. And you had to see Ben again.
“So, what is it you know about my desires?” you asked.
“You want the human prince,” she answered. “In order to get him, you’ll have to become human.”
You blinked. “Is that something you’re capable of?”
Can we have Ben staying over at Joe's place and they find out that Joe's cat likes Ben more than him?
I’m not as ill anymore, so I’m gonna try and get some prompts back out! Sorry, they’ll likely be shorter
472 Words of Dog Lover Ben being loved by a cat
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“Oh, hello,” Ben grinned down as Joe closed the front door behind him, having to do exaggerated steps to avoid stepping on the ginger cat currently weaving between his legs. Meowing up at him, the cat purred and rubbed against Bens jean-clad calf, tail moving leisurley.
Although Ben wasn’t really a massive cat person, he had to admit this one was a cutie.
“Georgie,” Joe came over and ducked down, grabbing his little companion from the floor. “‘M sorry, he’s probably just hungry”. He strokes the top of Georgies head, her attention turning to her owner and she pressed her cheek to his chest, purring happily at getting the attention she wants.
“You didn’t have a cat the last time I was here,” Ben stretches a finger out and brushes under her chin, causing the ginger to tilt her head upward with her eyes closed, tail curling through the air in happiness.
“She was on my front step one day,” Joe smiled down at the cat clearly enjoying the attention, “pushed her way through my door and refused to leave. Put up posters to say I found a cat, got no calls. She doesn’t have a chip either so,” he gave a shrug, “she stayed”.
“She’s adorable”.
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Watching television late at night, both boys were full of Chinese takeout, boxes left on the coffee table as they both complained about how much they’d eaten. In the darkened room, the screen in front of them was the only light. They were both pretty relaxed, Ben blinking slowly as the fatigue of travelling started to set in, and was having a debate in his head if Joe would think him napping was rude.
Georgie sat away from them for a while, observing their dynamic as her tail swished from side to the other slowly, calculating before she strolled over, one paw in front of the other. She was silent as she jumped up on the sofa, nudging her head against Joe’s outstretched hand before curving her body elsewhere and neatly stepped onto tired thighs.
Ben startled slightly, not expecting the lightweight, and found the ginger cat coming up and quickly lazing over his legs, head prodding his hip as she closed her eyes and started to purr.
Even as a dog person, Ben knew that a cat doesn’t usually trust someone like this quickly.
Joe watches as the newest member of his family uses the blond as her bed, and rolled his eyes as the purring got louder as Ben started running a cautious hand over her back, her tail flicking with each stroke.
Neither are overly surprised when in the morning, Georgie is laying over Bens neck. Or how she follows him around for the rest of the stay.
A week later, Ben gets a video of Georgie pawing at Cardboard Bens leg.
Summary: Prince Ben is trying to escape an arranged marriage. A young mermaid wants to escape the sea. Their paths cross and they may just be what the other is looking for.
Word Count: 4.6k
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A/N: Y’all I’m sorry this chapter took so long. See this post for everything that’s been going on in my life
Warning(s): Mild descriptions of violence
Chapter 2 here we go!!!
“What was that?” Ben wondered, sitting up a little straighter.
“Not sure,” Ari replied, releasing Kay and getting to her feet.
Ben followed suit and they walked over to the ledge together. Neither of them noticed the mermaid pressing herself up against the side of the ship, holding her breath and praying they didn’t look down.
Behati emerged from her quarters and walked out to join the crew. She had one hand behind her back.
“Eric,” she said.
Ben turned to face her.
“If that really is your name,” she said.
The color drained from his face. “What are you talking about?”
“I found this among your things,” she replied, and brought her hand forward. She held up his ring. “The crest of the royal family is on it.”
Brian May x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Brian have just had a beautiful little girl, but she doesn’t have a name yet.
Warnings: N/A (just lots of fluff)
Word count: 1.6K (I know it’s short I’m sorry)
A/N: I know it’s been awhile and I’m so sorry y’all. Quarantine has not been my friend, but I’m so happy to be writing again. I hope you enjoy!
Nine months later and here you were, in your hospital room, absolutely exhausted. You’d been told time and time again that being pregnant and giving birth were truly tiring, but now that you were experiencing it first hand it was an entirely different ball game. It was your first pregnancy after all, so this was so new to you. Your saving grace had been your husband. Brian was not a first-time dad, but this was his first with you. He had been so excited throughout your whole pregnancy, wanting to experience all of your firsts with you.
You knew it was because he hated himself for missing those things with his other children. He was going to be there the whole time, he told you. And he had been. When the two of you had heard your daughter’s heartbeat for the first time you remembered Brian had tears in his eyes. You could tell this was special to him, and the love you felt for him was indescribable in those moments.
You would be lying to yourself if you hadn’t been nervous about Brian becoming a dad again. In the back of your mind, there was that little worry that he wouldn’t give your daughter as much attention and things like that. Every time you’d convince yourself out of it but for some reason, the thought wouldn’t go away. Anxiety was a funny thing sometimes when it came to things like that, you thought. Brian was amazing with his other kids. He had spent so long righting his wrongs with them, and you felt he had done so.
But what if the same things happened again? You didn’t want him to be the dad that your daughter only sees once every couple of weeks. Everyone knows the early years are so important to a child’s well being and life in the long run. You looked over at him, as he was asleep on the couch chair thing that the hospital always puts next to the bed for dads when their significant other was in labor. He looked peaceful, unlike yourself. You’d think that after pushing a whole baby out of you that you’d be tired enough to sleep, but apparently not.
You thought you should at least try to shut your eyes. Maybe then you would be able to trick yourself into falling asleep, but you had your doubts. Just because your eyes were closed, didn’t mean that your brain would turn off at the same time.
Not long after you started to trick yourself into falling asleep, you heard a soft knock on the door.
“Yeah?” You heard Brian say.
“I saw Mum was asleep, so I thought Dad would want to spend some time with the little one. Still no name yet?
“Not yet. I would love to take her.” Brian responded. Small coos came from her mouth as Brian gently took her from the nurse. Followed by the nurse’s footsteps out of the room and the door shut, you opened your eyes just enough to see Brian lean back against his chair bed with your daughter on his chest.
That was another thing that had been on your mind, trying to figure out her name. Whenever one of you came up with something the other one didn’t like it. You were about to ask Freddie because he had named Tiger Lily for Roger. Freddie seemed to be the best at coming up with names. But Brian insisted. He thought that the two of you should come up with it since it was your first child. You just had a child and there were a million things on your mind, no wonder you couldn’t sleep.
You peeked your eye open again one more time, and you saw Brian kissing your daughter’s forehead. He had tucked her in under his t-shirt and was rubbing her back. You kind of wished that you weren’t pretending to be asleep so that you could get the camera out and take a picture. However the more you looked, the more you could tell it was a special moment.
“I cannot believe we still don’t have a name for you, little one. I thought your brother and sister were small, but you give a new meaning to the word.” He spoke so softly. It would always amaze you how he could sing so loudly on stage, but talk so softly to tiny humans.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, just like your mum. You’ve got my nose though, you poor thing. Your mum will say I have a wonderful nose but I’m not so sure that I agree with her.” You smiled, as he was right. You loved Brian’s nose. She started getting a little fussy, and Brian kissed her again.
“Would you like to hear a song? Yeah how about we sing a song. You’ll grow up hearing lots of it baby girl.”
Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful?
Isn’t she precious? Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we’d be, making one as lovely as she
But isn’t she lovely, made from love?
He was singing one of your favorite Stevie Wonder songs. He had sung it to her while she was growing inside you, so you knew he would sing it to her once she was born. Your damn hormones were making your eyes water looking at the two of them because it was so sweet. Any worries that you had about Brian before were slowly starting to go out the window. You could already tell that his whole heart and more loved your daughter. Within a day, she was already your whole world.
Isn't she pretty? Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy, We have been Heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us, He's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love?
Brian made the song sound like something completely new. His voice had put your daughter to sleep and it was starting to do the same thing to you. You didn’t want to fall asleep yet though, you wanted to watch how precious Brian was being with your daughter. Then it came to you again, you still hadn’t thought of a name for her.
You’d already suggested just about every name you could think of. At least the ones that you’d read in all the baby books you’d been given. She was already looking to be a Daddy’s girl, so maybe Brian would think of something.
You watched the two of them a little bit more. Brian continued to sing and your daughter didn’t make a fuss. His voice was like magic to her. That daddy daughter bond was definitely one to be taken seriously. She had Brian wrapped around her little finger so tightly already.
She had a head full of hair, which she definitely got from Brian. You could see the little curls forming on the top of her head, just like his. She had his nose and his hair, but he’d told you that she had your eyes and your smile (which he had also said were the best features to get). You wanted to hold her, but at the same time it was the sweetest thing getting to observe them. Brian had paused in his singing, and you took the chance to “wake up” from your nap.
“Hello love, who do you have there?” You asked. Brian looked up at you and a warm smile spread across his face.
“Just our little one. She’s the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. How did we create something like this?” He kissed her forehead one more time.
“I’ve been asking myself that since she got here. But ya know what?”
“What is it my love?” Brian could barely take his eyes off your daughter.
“She still doesn’t have a name. Maybe we should come up with one?” You suggested, a little smile showing in your tone.
“That might be a good idea, yes.” He laughed a little, and got up out of his chair while holding your daughter tightly in his arms. She was so small his arms almost swallowed her. You moved a little so that Brian could sit down with you on the bed. He maneuvered so that your daughter was laying on the bed in front of you two so that you could both get a good look at her.
“Any ideas Mr. May?” You asked.
“Not a one. How about you Mrs. May?” It always made you feel all warm and glowy inside when he called you that. That would definitely never get old.
“I think I have one.” You smiled. You’d finally thought of it.
“Care to share with the class?” He raised an eyebrow and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“I heard you singing to her. She loved the sound of your voice, it was almost like magic. So I think we should call her Melody.” You looked at Brian for his reaction. His eyes lit up like it was Christmas, and you knew that was the one.
“That’s it. That’s her name! Melody May. What a wonderful name for a wonderful little girl made from love.”
But isn’t she lovely? Made from love.
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Summary: Prince Ben is trying to escape an arranged marriage. A young mermaid wants to escape the sea. Their paths cross and they may just be what the other is looking for.
Word Count: 4.5k
Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @the-moving-finger-writes, @assembledherethevolunteers, @rose-writes-prose, @queenlover05, @26-7-49, @drowsebaby, @im-an-adult-ish, @queen-paladin, @rogerina-owns-me, @mirkwoodshewolf If you’d like to be added, let me know!
A/N: The second installment of my fairy tale/Disney AUs! I hope y’all enjoy Ben in the role of Prince Eric, with a twist on the story you know :)
Warning(s): None!
Chapter 1 here we go!!!
Ben ran. His heart pounded and his lungs ached as he sprinted through the market toward the harbor. This was his last chance. Princess Dana was the last eligible match for him and he didn’t like her. And he took his father’s threat - “So help me, if you don’t like this one, I will choose a woman for you!” - very seriously. So, his only choice was to escape.
He leapt over a cart of cabbages and skidded to a halt.
“Watch it!” the cabbage merchant warned.
“Sorry,” Ben said.
He wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to so harshly, but he had disguised himself well. He was in his worst clothes, with no jewelry, and had mussed up his hair. He didn’t look anything like a prince. He glanced back the way he came, and breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t being followed.
He took a moment to scan the harbor and find out which ships were leaving. It didn’t matter where they were going, he was getting on it. He spotted a ship at the very end of the row which was being loaded by several men that appeared to be crew members. Ben looked back once more for good measure. With dread, he saw palace guards.
“Damn,” he hissed, and took off toward the ship, hoping they hadn’t caught sight of him.
what a beautiful person
And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies.
Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.
my love for this post reaches no limits
he’s training to be an Offensive Tackle for next year’s football try outs
we’ve all been sleeping on the game and it’s gotta stop
How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it
@megalony this was me when I discovered your fics ❤️❤️
like and/or reblog this if your blog is open (pre, during and post pandemic) for people to drop in for a chat and even find a friend! (mostly because I think it’ll be nice for ppl to connect during this time) 💘
imagine of the borhap boys + lucy in a quarantine zoom call?
Rami and Lucy were lucky enough to get quarantined with each other, so they weren’t overly lonely. The downside was they were in a city, so they were indoors near enough the entire day, every day. So when she suggested a Zoom group with the cast, Rami didn’t see any harm in it.
God, was he a fool.
The moment it was suggested in the Band Group Chat, it spiralled out of control. Although it would technically be 4am in the morning in the UK, Ben was the first to answer. He started with normal texts but then they started turning weird, with randoms gifs and emojjis popping up halfway through a conversation. This summoned the redhead, and Joe only worsened the madness Ben was suffering from and only keyboard smashes happened for a few minutes. But then when the sleep exhausted Brit dropped off, the group chat fell silent until a few hours later.
Gwil only put ‘??????????’ and Lucy explained what was going on, Gwil agreed it was a good idea and by the time Ben woke up again, Zoom group was set up, so after he groggily downloaded the app on his phone, they were underway.
Lucy and Rami joined first, both on different devices in different rooms because they wanted the experience of zoom, but Gwil joined in soon and they had brief lovely catchup before both boys of chaos joined at once.
whatever you do do NOT consider the first time you sleep over at Ben's place and you get ready for bed together and you keep looking at each other in the bathroom mirror as you're washing your face and brushing your teeth and you both keep smiling and giggling and he loans you one of his t-shirts to wear to sleep in and he keeps telling you how pretty you are in it and you're like "ben i have no makeup on" and he's like "you're beautiful without it" and OH NO IM YEARNING
OMG THIS IS MAJOR SOFT HOURS NOW HUH? Also thanks to @doing-all-write who basically wrote this WHOLE THING. I just elaborated a lil.
Maybe you’re nervous about him seeing for the first time with no makeup so while he’s brushing his teeth, you’re standing there, clutching your make up remover and dreading the moment you have to wash it off. He picks up on it and shoots you a confused look in the mirror.
“What?” He’d mumble, tooth brush bobbing up and down between his lips.
“Are you nearly done?”
He’d scoff, eyeing your make up remover curiously.
“Why are you trying to push me out? I’m gonna see you when you come out anyway.“
You’d get all embarrassed and roll your eyes, huffing,
“I know it’s dumb but I’m scared what you’ll think of me when I take my makeup off.”
His eyes would IMMEDIATELY go soft and he’d hold up a hand, signaling for you to wait as he rinsed out his mouth.
When he’d finished he’d turn to you and cup your cheeks, proceeding to kiss your forehead and mumble against it,
“I will always think your gorgeous, no matter what. Makeup, no makeup, even one day when I have to hold your hair back when you’re vomiting I’ll still think you’re so beautiful." That last line would be said in a chuckle as he’d pull back to look in your eyes.
By this point you’d be blushing like crazy and he’d gently take the makeup remover from you and start taking it off himself. Softly, slowly, so as not to irritate your skin. It wouldn’t take long for you to realize he was just smearing the makeup around your face and you’d giggle,
"That’s not how I do it Benjamin.”
“Hush, we’re doing it the Ben way now.”
“But Be-”
He’d hold a finger to your lips and shake his head. Turning to the mirror you’d see a Picasso painting staring back at you.
“Omg Ben I-”
“Look ravishing.” He’d smirk and you’d slap his chest, making him flinch and giggle.
Noticing your lipstick was the only part still perfectly intact you’d say,
“You forgot my lips.”
He’d wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder, staring at you in the mirror as he groaned,
“Mmm..s'ok I’ll just lick it off.”
You’d raise a brow as one of his hands would cup your cheek and turn your head until your lips met his. You’d be smiling against the guy, internally rolling your eyes at how self satisfied you know he’d be with that smooth line. He’d deepen it, his nose brushing yours and hand moving to massage your scalp. By the time he’d pull back you’d be starry eyed and dizzy, and he’d have a face half covered in your makeup. You’d giggle, making him turn to look at himself in the mirror.
“You look ravishing, babe.” You’d hum in his ear.
I’m having a sleepover, come send me prompts, questions, blurbs, pics anything!
