Queen Imagines!

Brian May Imagine---"A Kind Of Magic" (requested)

For wowza8888. I'm so sorry for the long wait!

Warning: self harm

Blood flows out from the gash on your arm. The bright red blood shines on the knife as another bucket of tears cascade from your eyes.

"I don't deserve him," you mutter to yourself.

The door suddenly creaks and you gasp, seeing your boyfriend, Brian, standing at the doorway.

Brian stares at you, mouth open, eyes filled with concern as he rushes to you.

"Y/N! Y/N, what are you doing?"

You try to say something, but no sound would come out from your mouth.

He kneels beside you, taking the bloodstained knife out of your trembling hands.

"Oh, my God, what were you doing?"

You start crying loudly.

"Shh, it's okay, Y/N."

He rests your head on his lap and strokes the stray strands (try saying that 5 times fast) of hair away from your eyes.

Later...

"I'm not good enough for you, Brian! I'm fat!" you manage to shout, before another bucket of tears chokes you up and you start crying again.

You stare back at him and wait for a reaction. He looks back at you with his eyes full of love.

"I love you, Y/N."

You wrap your arms around him, and he does the same.

"I love you, Brian."

"Don't let anybody put you down like that."

"Okay."

"That's my girl."

He plants a soft kiss on your lips.

"Fuck the haters," he says.

You smile and two of you cuddle on the floor for what seems to be an eternity. Even if the two of you were on the floor, it didn't matter because there was a kind of magic going on between you two, even when your backs hurt from the floor, that magic prevailed.

And what kind of magic was that, you may ask.

Well, I'll tell you.

It was love.