SUN KING

-oneshot-

You live the beginning of a forbidden romance with George and in one night alone, you two can finally settle your feelings for each other.

.F!Reader x George Harrison.

• Word Count: 900

The sound of the boys in the living room was only interrupted by the occasional thunder that echoed against the city sky. Liverpool had been drenched in rain and lightning for hours, leaving you with nothing else to do but entertain yourself with a book in your room.

Your brother John and his other band mates were in the living room having fun with some new tune Paul wrote, while they waited for the rain to stop before heading together to a bar.

The noise didn’t bother you, but it was George’s voice, so close to your room that he might as well be in your bed, that disconcerted you.

It was after nine at night when you gave up trying to focus on reading. Lying in the dark until sleep overtook you, imagining that George was there with you, was better than that anyway.

What your brother John could never have imagined is that George was also sitting in the living room imagining you, lying alone in the dark, your smooth skin brushing against the covers. All he wanted was to be curled up in the same blanket as you while the rain poured down outside.

For years you and George have exchanged glances and hidden notes, eagerly awaiting the day when you could have a date or a moment together without getting the anger of John, who had already made it clear that he would kill anyone who approached you.

The last note, rushed through by George about a week ago while John was taking a shower, summed up in a few words the burning feeling that had developed between you two over the past few years. The note lay tucked under your pillow, worshiped by you nightly, awaiting the moment when George could read your answer scrawled on the back.

You must have spent no more than fifteen minutes lying down before you heard the bedroom door slowly open.

“Y/N?” John’s voice found you in the dark “Are ye awake?”

“Yeah, what do you need?” You replied, turning towards the door to find John’s outline against the light that poured in.

“I’m going to run with Paul to his house. Ringo is also going with us to help take the guitars” He completed “You’ll be fine here alone for a few hours?”

Usually when John said he was going to be gone for a few hours, it meant he wouldn’t be back until the next day.

“Of course, Johnny. No problem” You replied, curiosity and hope taking hold of you “Is… George going too?”

“No, he won’t” John replied, unable to know that inside you a thousand fireworks were exploding with happiness “He already went home” John completed.

Oh.

“Well, we’re going then. Goodnight, Y/N” John blew a kiss in your direction and with a disappointed farewell on your part, he was gone.

The door to the room slammed shut and you were left with all the dead butterflies in your stomach.

Until you heard a loud knock on the front door.

Quickly getting up and running into the living room, you didn’t even remember that you were wearing only one of John’s old shirts until you opened the door and saw who was behind her.

George entered the room quickly, dodging you and fleeing the heavy rain outside. He laughed and mumbled while you watched him in the dark.

“George?” You asked, as you locked the door “Wh… what happened?”

“John’s gone, isn’t he?” You turned on the light and had to control the heat in your face when you saw that George had taken off his shirt and was trying to dry his hair with it.

He was standing in the living room and had a goofy smile on his lips, almost worried “I thought… we could use this time to talk, y'know, instead of the notes.”

You offered to get him a dry shirt while he controlled himself as much as possible not to cry at the sight of your long, bare legs. Almost a forbidden sight.

George quickly formed a pile of wet clothes in the corner of your room, while you distracted yourself in the dark trying not to imagine George’s warm body just a few feet away.

He was now wearing a blue shirt, his wet hair left little drops of water to mark the fabric near his shoulder, and he was intensely grateful for the dry clothes.

“The rain is so cold I was afraid I’d never feel me hands again” George whispered as you felt the bed give under his weight “See how cold they are.”

Before you could object, George’s icy hands slid over your thighs, making you jump, eliciting a loud laugh from him, not even trying to apologize.

Before you knew it, you and George were sharing a hot cup of tea in your room. The walls were eventually lit by a stray thunder and you had little glimpses of George, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. The conversation between you two was confortable, and George made you laugh as easily as rain seemed to fall from the sky that night.

You were grateful that the lights were still off when he set the cup on the floor and quickly approached you in the bed.

“Y/N, I…” George was arranging his body in an attempt to get as close as possible. It was like you could feel the weight of his gaze, even in the dark “I… do you remember that note? The last one? Did you read it?”

George’s voice was unsteady for the first time that night. He couldn’t imagine that every night you reached your fingers under your pillow, just to feel the fold of paper gently placed there, wishing to heavens that George would go to sleep knowing how much you loved him, how much you wanted him around.

George reached across the blanket for your skin and found your hand, still warm from the cup of tea “Y/N?”

Before you could respond, the sound of paper being unfolded filled the shy space between you and George.

“Something in the way you smile makes me feel like I don’t need anything else. I love you, and I wish more than anything that one day you could be mine in the same way I am yours.”

George remember every word of that note, but hearing them in your voice made him shiver in the dark.

“I read it, Georgie” You continued “Actually, I read it every day since the moment you put it in my hand.”

George’s forehead sought yours, his hand gently stroked the back of your neck. He was so close now that the dim glow from the window was able to light up his dark eyes.

“I… I waited for an answer, y'know. Every time I saw you pass I waited for a sign that…” His hand moved to caress your face as you closed your eyes and just focused in George’s warm breath “… that you felt that way too.”

Without even having to check the back of the note, you recited the words you’ve lived by for so many years:

“There isn’t a part of me that isn’t yours. Not even the smallest of them, not even the most insignificant. I love you the same as the sun loves the sky, and I’ll love you long after he’s gone.”

It took George a few seconds to realize what you had said. He lifted his forehead from yours and the fingers that had once caressed your cheeks dropped heavily into his lap as if he’d forgotten for a moment how to support their weight.

You searched George’s face in the dark and, letting your hands get lost on the boy’s shoulder, you whispered practically with your lips glued to his “I love you George, I love you too.”

It was as if the words served as a trigger for the boy.

His hands quickly pulled you against him on the bed, positioning himself under your legs. Your hands gladly got lost in George’s damp hair as his mouth sank into yours, so hot you could be easily kissing the sun itself.

You immersed yourself in an uncontrolled kiss, a kiss that carried the weight of an old and impossible love. George’s hands felt every free piece of your body and you, in George’s ears, returned with the most beautiful music he had ever created.

The rain outside seemed to feel like it was time to retreat. Moonlight flooded your room, giving you glimpses of George’s body above yours, the blue shirt already forgotten under the covers many hours ago.

“I can’t get enough of you, Y/N” He whispered, gently brushing his lips close to your ear “I’ll never get enough of you.”

You projected yourself on top of George this time, causing him to be underneath you “I’m yours to have whenever you want.”

The smile on George’s face quickly turned into a look of even more lust as you gently nibbled his neck.

With no concern for John or anything else, before the sun could even break over the gray horizon, you were resting against George’s bare chest on the bed. He was sleeping peacefully as if he knew he was holding everything he needed for life.

As you tried to reach your fingers under the pillow this time, you noticed that George’s long-written note was now lost somewhere on the bed.

You didn’t worry about it, though. Your fingers drew back against George’s chest and, joining his steady breathing, you knew you’d never need a piece of paper again to remind you that he was all yours.

Queen/BoRhap writing prompts!

These can be used for any fandom but I had both Queenandthe Beatles in mind while writing these. This is my first time doing this but I figured if I’m not going to write a fic why not help others out! I hope these aren’t crappy, oops.

1. “Why are your lips so god damn soft”

2. “You’re such a tease”

3. “You’re hot when you’re mad”

4. “Stop blushing so much people are gonna start wondering”

5. “What if (band members/persons name) walks in”

6. “Turn on the lights I want to see your face”

7. “Why would he write a song about me”

8. “It’ll be our little secret”

9. “Tell me how does one dance so badly”

10. “Cause I love you.” “Yah?” “Yah yah.” [that was so bad and cheesy]

11. “We are at an important dinner we can’t just leave”

12. “I’m tired of scrabble, how about a game of truth or dare”

13. “Pinky promise”

14. “You have horrible taste in music”

15. “Shirts have buttons for a reason”

16. “Take a picture it’ll last longer”

17 “If I’m that bad then come teach me”

18. “That skirt’s awfully short”

19. “Quiet down someone is going to hear us”

20. “Don’t call me cute. I’m not cute”

-I’ll be making more of these for sure but this was my first time making a prompt list and I don’t really know if I did it right but eh. Also sorry that they’re bad I’m just not that creative, oof. (sorry that it’s so short I’ll try and make some longers lists but for my first one this should be good-ish)