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I promise - tomorrow! - I'll do the meme. Right now I want to add a fanfic-drabble to my journal that I got done while waiting for train/riding bus. And guess what? It's not idol!
Title: ???
Fandom: Queen (Yes, more RPS)
Rating: PG
Word count: 300
Pairing: Brian/John, Freddie/Roger
Disclaimer: This is the fictional going ons of a band so needless to say this has never happened. And Brian, Freddie, John and Roger all belong to themselves.
A/N: Could someone possibly help me come up with a title for this so I can post this to the Queen community? Please and thank you in advance.
For a while it appeared that the weatherman was wrong. The storm clouds that had rolled in early morning got larger and darker as the day progressed but the rain never came. All of London heaved a collective sigh of relief, only to groan at the crack of thunder.
"Brain - John! For the sake of my hair wait for me!" Roger yelled after his friends.
Brian glanced over his shoulder to the night-dark street, a remarkable feat for the five o'clock time. People were forced to walk through the puddles, no dry ground to speak of. Roger pursued them, hopping from under one umbrella to another to the occasional shop front awning in order to not get soaking wet but it wasn't working. Roger was too far away to see Brian look forward, the corners of his mouth pulling up slightly.
"Come on! Please?"
Tucked away under their umbrella but entirely safe from the wind-blown rain John glanced over to Brian. Unlike Brian John was full out smiling. "Should we wait for him?" John asked.
"I don't know," Brian replied. He clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. "He's been awfully mouthy today."
"He'll say it's because of the weather."
"Air pressure affects bad knees, not loose tongues."
"He doesn't need air pressure to explain what he does to Freddie."
The smile Brian had been restraining broke free. "Need I say the same thing about you?" Brian inquired, almost cheeky. He wrapped his arm around John, pulling him tight to his side.
"I don't need any excuses," John assured him. They glanced at one another, expressions of contentment on their faces.
Roger was about to yell for his flakes for friends when familiar arms wrapped around him. Sinking backwards Roger sighed happily; Freddie was worth many things, including bad hair.
Title: ???
Fandom: Queen (Yes, more RPS)
Rating: PG
Word count: 300
Pairing: Brian/John, Freddie/Roger
Disclaimer: This is the fictional going ons of a band so needless to say this has never happened. And Brian, Freddie, John and Roger all belong to themselves.
A/N: Could someone possibly help me come up with a title for this so I can post this to the Queen community? Please and thank you in advance.
For a while it appeared that the weatherman was wrong. The storm clouds that had rolled in early morning got larger and darker as the day progressed but the rain never came. All of London heaved a collective sigh of relief, only to groan at the crack of thunder.
"Brain - John! For the sake of my hair wait for me!" Roger yelled after his friends.
Brian glanced over his shoulder to the night-dark street, a remarkable feat for the five o'clock time. People were forced to walk through the puddles, no dry ground to speak of. Roger pursued them, hopping from under one umbrella to another to the occasional shop front awning in order to not get soaking wet but it wasn't working. Roger was too far away to see Brian look forward, the corners of his mouth pulling up slightly.
"Come on! Please?"
Tucked away under their umbrella but entirely safe from the wind-blown rain John glanced over to Brian. Unlike Brian John was full out smiling. "Should we wait for him?" John asked.
"I don't know," Brian replied. He clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. "He's been awfully mouthy today."
"He'll say it's because of the weather."
"Air pressure affects bad knees, not loose tongues."
"He doesn't need air pressure to explain what he does to Freddie."
The smile Brian had been restraining broke free. "Need I say the same thing about you?" Brian inquired, almost cheeky. He wrapped his arm around John, pulling him tight to his side.
"I don't need any excuses," John assured him. They glanced at one another, expressions of contentment on their faces.
Roger was about to yell for his flakes for friends when familiar arms wrapped around him. Sinking backwards Roger sighed happily; Freddie was worth many things, including bad hair.