freddie mercury imagines

the millionaire waltz (1)

prior knowledge: the year is 1970. it's a chilly november evening, you and freddie have been dating for just over a year and have made yourself a lovely home in a small, charming, Kensington flat.

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you were folding some throw blankets while "my sweet lord" by george harrison played on the crackly record player, acting as a soundtrack to your night. over the time you and freddie have been together, you have both collected quite the collection of records, listening to a different one every evening. this evening was no different than any other really. you looked up from your neatly folded pile of oranges and reds to see a handsome freddie, gowned in a silk robe sipping tea as he stared contently out the lightly frosted window.

"is it snowing darling?"
you ask, smiling slightly. you loved when it snowed, knowing you didn't have to go anywhere.

"why don't you come see for yourself?"
freddie smiled his toothy grin, a glimmer in his brown eyes.

you walked over to the man and peeked  out the window. there was thick, fluffy flakes drifting through the sky. it was absolutely gorgeous you thought. the streets were mostly bare of people except for cars parked along the sidewalk.

"it's beautiful!"
you say cheerfully, not looking away from the enchanting scene.

"you know what they say about snow."
freddie started, a cheeky grin playing upon his face.

"what's that?"
you ask eyes still glued to the window.

"angel dandruff darling."
freddie chuckled.

"angel dandruff!"
you laughed, now turning towards the man.

"yes darling, only logical explanation isn't it?"

you smile adoringly at the man in front of you. you place your arms around his neck and began to sway in rhythm to the song. his fingertips grazed the small of your back as he stared down at you sweetly.

"dancing are we?"
freddie smiled.

"mhm."
you answered in an upbeat mumble.

"well then i suppose we should do it right then."
freddie began.

you looked up at man with a confused look plastered on your rosy face.

before you could question his intentions the charismatic man released his grasp and gently pushed you to sit on the turquoise footstool.

"what are you doing freddie!"
you laughed. there was never a dull moment with this man.

he grabbed your hand and placed a peck on your knuckles.

"my beautiful darling, could you ever do me the favour of giving me this dance?"
freddie said dramatically in his posh accent.

"you may."
you laughed, as he hoisted you up. he took your hand with his and rested the remaining hand on your slim waist. your hand went to his shoulder respectively.

the two of you glided throughout the living room swiftly, freddie leading the waltz, making sure you didn't accidentally step on a cat along the way.

then out of seemingly nowhere, the man lifted up your hand and twirled you.

you knew you weren't the best dancer, and you were definitely not quite ready for the sudden move so you fell right on the floor landing on the indian inspired rug.

you couldn't help but laugh at your clumsiness and his charm.

"oh darling are you alright?"
freddie asked trying to conceal his chuckles.

but without notice you grabbed his wrists and pulled him down with you.

"y/n!"
freddie shrieked. the man was now tickling your sides. you hated when he did that, but you supposed you deserved it.

the two of you stopped your roughhousing and began to catch your breathes. freddie was hoisted up on his elbows above of you staring down rather contently.

"i suppose i should take up some dance classes then?"
you stated, rubbing the sides of his silk clad arms with the tips of your fingers.

"no, i rather enjoy being your eminence in the department of dance"
freddie said rubbing your cheeks with his knuckles.

you couldn't help but smile. only him.

freddie then pecked your nose, to your cupid's bow, then to your chin, and up to your lips. as a result your cheeks grew pink.

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