Queen/Bo-Rap one-shots

Cool Cat (Roger Taylor x Fem! Reader) One-shot

Synopsis: Reader has a hard time getting over the death of her beloved pet and Roger might have found the perfect solution.

W/C: Slightly over 2,100...(oopsxD)

Warnings: Idk..... Lots of fluff, lots of happy crying and sad crying, mentions of the death of a pet and perhaps some bad writing (although I hope not).

A/N: I have been contemplating writing this for a long time. I haven't written fanfiction in a long time so go easy on me. Also, English is my second language so excuse me for any errors I might make. Furthermore, this is my first small Queen fic and I want to do more of them. I also tend to write from my personal experiences in life, as some sort of a coping mechanism, so what I write about has more or less happened to me in real life. Also, I tend to give names to my characters, instead of using Y/N all the time. Personally, I write a lot easier if I give the characters real names. So, if after all this you still want to read this fic, please carry on.

"Mommy can I hold him?"

"Yes, dear but be careful Emily, he is still very tiny".

I held my hands up to her and she placed the tiny read and white ball of fur in my hands. I put it on my lap and it immediately curled itself against me and started purring.

"I think he likes me", I said happily as petted the kitten softly and looked up at my mom.

She smiled. "I think he does too. What should we name him?".

I looked down at the kitten already sleeping contently on my lap. I thought long and hard for a moment. "Mickey!", I exclaimed.

My mother grinned. "Mickey it is then".

I once more looked down at Mickey, who was still purring softly, seemingly comfortable on my lap.

"Do you hear that Mickey? We're going to be best friends forever."

Turned out forever had an expiration date.

As soon as I hung up the phone after my mom told me the sad news, all that I could do was stare blankly at the wall. I felt numb, as the news hadn't fully hit me yet. Why did this had to happen? And why did it need to happen now? It is all I could ask myself at this point, yet I didn't know what to answer and I doubt anyone else had the answer prepared for me.

I knew that as soon as Roger came home, I had to tell him, since he could read me like an open book and could easily tell what was wrong. There was no faking with him. I couldn't hide my feelings for him even if I tried. The only question was how I was supposed to tell him. He wasn't overly fond of cats so I had no idea whether he would even understand what I was going through.

I don't know how long I had been staring into the abyss until I heard the front door open and close. Roger was home from the studio. Usually when he came home, I would be right at the front door to greet him, but now I didn't have the energy nor the desire to get up from my position on the couch.

"Babe?", he called out and I heard his footsteps nearing our living room.

"Em?", he questioned again but I couldn't make myself to reply.

"Love? I'm....', but he immediately became silent when I locked eyes with him.

The smile that had lingered on his face was replaced by a frown as soon as he saw the look in my eyes.

He hurriedly made his way over to the couch and sat down next to me. I couldn't look up at him, I felt as if I would break down if I actually did.

"Babe what's wrong?", he asked yet I still wouldn't dare to look up at him. I felt a lump form in my throat, and I tried everything to keep the tears at bay.