*Author's note*

Hey guys well I just got done posting this to my tumblr pg and I figured you all deserve this fic too :) I hope this fic fills you all up with some good old, warm and fluffy Daddy!Deacy feels. Now in the fic as mentioned in the title you are both deaf and mute so if I have misused or done anything incorrect in describing this, PLEASE let me know because I am not deaf or mute and just using this as characteristics for the reader in this story.  Now not really any warnings here except for jerky twin brothers, the use of handicapped, and MAJOR DADDY DEACY FEELS. Enjoy my lovelies :)

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I was up in my room finally having some downtime from doing homework, and question who gives homework on Christmas? It's just not right. Anyways after finally getting it done, I can fully focus my attention to my gift for John Deacon. Yep you heard right John Deacon of Queen, aka my mom's boyfriend.

They met when Queen was touring America about two years ago when I was six years old. My mom was their American techie and that's how she and John hit it off. Because she was the only woman throughout the entire American team that could work the wires and know the difference between a closed and open circuit (whatever that means).

When she told us that her and John were dating, me and my twin brother Jensen were thrilled. He was mostly thrilled at the fact that he could brag to his friends that his mom's boyfriend was one of the members of Queen, I was just happy to have a father figure in my life because—well my real dad walked out on us when I was just 4 years.

The reason for him leaving was—well I'm not like other girls. I was born mute and deaf. It was hard for my dad because he thought it was just a phase, or that I was a birth defect out of my brother and I. Not being able to take it, he just one night packed up and left, without even a goodbye.

It took mom awhile to trust guys again, but when she met John she started to loosen up a bit, especially when he took the time to learn sign language so that he could communicate with me. So I figured this Christmas since he's taken the time to try and communicate with me, I feel like I should communicate back to him, so I asked if I could have a few bass lessons with him.

He humbly gave me a few lessons and it was difficult because I couldn't hear exactly what I was playing but if I had my foot against the AMP, I could feel the rhythm. Plus I would turn to John every time and he'd either give me a wide, proud smile or sign off and adjust my fingers so that I could play the right key.

But he was patient with me and gave me a lesson whenever he had some downtime during rehearsals, or whenever he'd come over to visit us.

So here I was, practicing "Liar" which was one of my favorite songs because I could hear the bass shine throughout the song, especially on the solo. I was sitting on the AMP John had gotten me for my birthday to practice with (that he also built from scratch might I add) so that I could feel what I was playing, when I felt something hit my head.

I looked down and saw a paper ball and when I looked at the door there stood my twin brother Jensen.

'Why do you always do that?' I signed.

"Cause it's fun." God I hated when he didn't sign back to me, he knew that I struggled to read lips.

'SIGN! You know I can't read lips you idiot!' he stuck his tongue at me before signing.

"What are you doing?" he said as he signed with an annoyed look on his face.

'I'm practicing my present for John.'

"How exactly do you plan on doing that? You can't hear."

'Just because I can't hear doesn't mean I can't feel the rhythm. That's why I'm sitting on the AMP he made me.'

"Yeah well I got a better gift for John."

'And just what are you doing for him?'

"Since he taught me about electronics, I'm making him a new AMP he can use. And a new AMP is way better than playing a song." And with that he just walked away. That's typical Jensen for you, he always thinks he's one step ahead just because he's the normal one and I'm the freak of the family.

I continued to practice till mom came in and signed to me that it was time for dinner. I put down my bass and followed her to the dinner table where the three of us sat down for some warm lasagna.

After dinner it was bath time and then into bed. Mom tucked me into bed and signed out.

'Goodnight my world.'

'Night mom. I love you.'

'Love you too.' She then kissed my forehead and turned off my lamp light before walking out my door. I hugged the Japanese doll that Freddie had given me and soon fell fast asleep, and began to dream.

It was Christmas morning and I had my bass guitar ready to show John the song that I've been practicing really hard on. I came to our living room and saw him with my brother. John was unwrapping his present and it revealed to be the AMP he was bragging about.

It looked absolutely flawless, like the ones John makes all the time. And it seemed based off the wide smile on his face that he loved it. I then started to grow nervous because if he loved Jensen's gift so much, what would he think of mine?

"(Y/n), well don't stand there all shy? What did you get me?" John spoke as he signed to me. I gulped nervously and strapped my bass around my neck and walked up to him. I plugged the bass in and I signed.

'I—I've been practicing really, really hard on this song. I—I hope you like it.' I strummed a few notes and touched the AMP with my foot and I started playing the song.

However next thing I knew, I couldn't feel the vibrations from the AMP anymore. I grew scared as I tried to keep playing but since I couldn't hear exactly what I was playing, or how I was playing it I trailed off and must've started playing something else.

All the while I just saw the disappointment on John's face until finally he held his hand out which was a sign he used for me to stop playing.

"What was this?" he spoke as he signed.

'I'm sorry John I.....I couldn't feel the vibrations anymore. Did the AMP break?'

"No the AMP was fine. Nothing happened. It was just you. I thought I trained you better than that (y/n)."

'I tried John really I did. I was just....'

"I don't wanna hear it. This was the worst gift I could ever ask for. If only you could hear and not be a nuisance then I might have liked it." What? No he—he would never say anything like that to me. Why was he saying this? "Guess I wasted my time teaching a handicapped how to play."

Noooooo! He knows I hate that word. People always call me that and he knew how much it hurt. Why was he being mean? Why? Why! WHY!!!

I woke up in a sweat and felt my chest heaving. I looked around to still see that it was dark outside and that I was back in my bedroom. Oh thank god it was only a dream. Or—was it? Could—could John really hate my gift to him?

I laid back down on my pillow and held onto my doll close to me and allowed a couple of tears to fall out. Maybe I could think of something else for John, but what? Christmas was just 2 days away and there's no way I could ask mom to go to the store to get something, and the only thing I can decorate is a card.

Guess I—need to think of something else to give John. I don't want him to be disappointed in me and call me 'handicapped' again.

Soon enough it was Christmas eve and John was gonna come over tomorrow morning but tonight we were gonna watch him and Queen play at the Hammersmith Odeon theater live on TV.

"Okay kids, now that we've finished our dinner, are you both ready to watch Deacy and the others perform their Christmas concert?" mom both spoke and signed out.

As I was watching my mom and brother speak back and forth between each other (god I wish I could read lips) it was then I felt my heart ache as I saw my brother sign.

"Wait mom, how is (y/n) gonna watch the concert if she can't hear?" I saw Jensen sign with a smug look on his face as he looked right at me. I saw mom spank him once on his bottom and she signed.

"She has as much right to watch it and enjoy watching them on TV. She doesn't have to hear them."

"But the point of a concert is to enjoy the music. And she can't hear them. So she can't watch it."

"Alright that's it. I've had it. You're grounded Jensen." I soon watched as my mom dragged Jensen by the ear and gestured for him to go upstairs. I saw Jensen look at me with an angry face before he stormed up the stairs. Mama came back and sat down beside me and signed.

'Don't listen to what your brother said.'

'But he's right mama. I don't know what Queen sounds like, and since I can't touch the television I won't know what set they're playing. Maybe I should just go to bed.' As I started to get off the couch mama picked me up and placed me on her lap.

'No lovie. You have just as much right to watch this concert. I know it would mean the world to John and your uncles if you did.'

'But mom I won't be able to hear the concert.'

'I can sign it out to you if you'd like.' Knowing that I could never win an argument with her, I nodded and told her I would stay and watch the concert.

And so she stood by the TV and as soon as the concert began to go on the air, she signed out everything for me. From the songs to Freddie's speeches. Then as Liar came on, she asked me just before the singing began.

'You ready to give Deacy your present tomorrow morning?' Yeah I didn't tell her that I decided to change my mind about what to give John because I didn't want to get into a debate with her. So I just nodded to her and she smiled. 'I've also been looking forward to hearing you play this song.' It was then I saw her starting to sign the song to me.

And when John's bass solo came on, I watched as the camera zoomed in on his skilled fingers. Pricking the strings as his left fingers lifted up and down on the first three fingers only doing that same 13-15th measure for the song that he once told me he did for this song. He then slide his fingers down the neck of the bass and the song continued.

The concert continued to go on with huge success as I watched the crowd mouth out lyrics to the songs and balloons bouncing up and down in the air as Freddie continued to dance around the stage in his own way while Brian played his guitar, Roger on the drums and John on the bass wearing that yellow hat of his.

As the credits were rolling, I grew tired and that's when mom picked me up and took me to bed. She tucked me in and she signed.

'Did you enjoy the concert sweetie?' I nodded.

'It looked like fun.' She smiled and tucked me into bed.

'Alright sweetie better get some sleep before Santa clause comes. Otherwise he'll just fly above our house in circles.' We both smiled and that's when I asked her.

'Mom?'

'Yes?' she signed out.

'Do—do you think for Christmas, Santa could give me the ability to hear?' at that question mama just looked at me.

'(Y/n) sweetie. That's—that's a big wish. Even for Santa.'

'But I thought Santa could do anything. You said that good boys and girls are granted their deepest wishes by Santa, and that's—all I really want for Christmas.' She looked at me with sympathetic eyes before finally signing.

'I'll tell you what sweetheart. If that's what you truly desire, then Santa's gonna try his best to give you your wish. Now it may not come right away, but he'll try his best to make it happen. Okay?' I nodded. She smiled and kissed me goodnight before tucking me in and turned out the light.

The next morning it was Christmas. I opened my eyes but of course all I heard was silence. I solemnly sighed before getting out of bed and looked outside to see John's car parked out front.

Oh great, if I go down there he'll—he'll probably act like he did in my nightmare a few nights ago.

But if I don't go down either him or mama will come up here and check on me and that's something I don't want to happen. Taking out John's gift I quietly headed down the stairs.

But to my horror it was just like it was in my nightmare with Jensen on John's lap showing him his newly designed AMP that he said he had made. I hid in the corner and tried to be invisible so that John wouldn't see me as I watched them interact with each other.

Just like in the nightmare, John seemed to be impressed by Jensen's AMP but due to me not being able to hear I couldn't understand what they were saying. Suddenly John caught sight of me, I quickly ducked back into the corner of the stairs. It wasn't until I saw John peek over and he grinned at me.

"I thought I saw you, what are you doing hiding here all by yourself?" he spoke as he signed to me. I shrugged. "Is that for me?" he signed again as he gestured to his gift that I had behind my back. I looked behind me then back to him and I presented it to him. 'Thank you'. He signed.

As he slowly started to unwrap it, he paused and signed.

'Your mum told me you both had a ladies night and watched the concert together. Did you enjoy it?' I wanted to tell him I did but ow can someone enjoy something when they can't even hear what's going on? So I shrugged again. John looked at me concerningly but chose not to push me.

Finally he unwrapped the gift to reveal the bass guitar my mom had gotten me when John first agreed to give me my bass lessons.

"Your bass. Do you wish for me to sign it?" he signed as he spoke. I shook my head no. "Okay well—did you want me to make any modifications to it? Is something wrong with it?" I shook my head again. "Then what is it love?" I looked down shamefully before feeling the tears coming.

I then quickly raced up the stairs and quickly shut the door and hid under the blankets and buried myself in them trying to hide as best I could. It must've been a few moments later when I felt the dip on my bed and the blankets being lifted so that my head was free. John's eyes were filled with concern and worry.

'What's wrong poppet?' he signed off.

'Nothing.'

'It didn't look like nothing down there, you know you can tell me anything without me judging you right?' I rubbed at my eyes trying to rid of the tears that refused to stop when I felt a gentle hand cup my chin forcing me to look up. I then felt John's calloused but gently fingers wipe away my tears.

He then leaned forward until his forehead rested against mine. We stayed there for a minute till I finally gave in and moved from his forehead to his neck and buried myself into him. I felt his arms gently surround me in a comforting embrace. He allowed me to cry into his neck for as long as I needed and never once tried to rush me or make me feel insignificant.

Once I managed to calm down, he set me down in his lap and signed out.

'Better?'

'A little.' The corner of his mouth turned up in a slight smile as he brushed and tucked my hair behind my ears.

'Are you okay to tell me what all of this is about?'

'Will you be mad if I tell you?' he shook his head no and signed back to me.

'You know there is absolutely nothing in this world that could ever make me mad at you.' He stroked through my hair which always made me feel warm inside, especially when John did it.

'I gave you my bass guitar because I want you to give it to someone else. Someone who is able to hear what it is they're playing.'

'(Y/n), why—why would you think that? You're a wonderful bass player. You're halfway to my speed with the lessons I've given you.'

'But I can't hear John! I'm deaf! What use do I have in playing an instrument that I can't hear!? It's like you said you wasted your time training a handicapped how to play.' My gestures were frantic as I felt my chest clench in pure agony and heartbreak again, my vision flickering with tears once more.

It was during the middle of my rant that John took my hands in his and shook his head repeatedly. Keeping both my hands in on hand and spelling repeatedly 'no' with the other, John kept his eyes locked with mine.

'When did I ever say that?'

'The other night, in a dream.' He brushed aside my bangs from my forehead before planting a soft kiss right at the center of it.

'(Y/n). It was nothing but a bad dream. A trick. I would never, ever, ever, ever call you that vile word or say that I wasted my time teaching you to play the bass.'

'But how can I play when I can't hear? Jensen says that what good am I to watching concerts or even learning how to play an instrument if I can't hear?' I saw him sigh and that's when he told me.

'Love, your brother he—he always seems to say what he wants to without thinking of the consequences of his words. I'll be sure to set him straight. Because no brother should ever make their sister feel inferior just because of something that wasn't in their control to have. Come here.' He held his arms out and I leaned in against his chest.

If I could hear I probably would've heard his heartbeat since he made sure to adjust my head so that it was over on the left side of his chest. He then tucked his finger under my chin so that I could look up at him again. He wiped my tears away and signed off.

'But my dear, please understand that you are a special fan of ours.'

'Just because I'm deaf?'

'No not because of that. It has nothing to do with you being deaf. Your specialness comes from how you view music. And how you view us.'

'What do you mean?' he stroked through my hair and smiled softly down at me.

'Many people around the world see us in two ways; our looks, or our music. Most of our female fans just see us as four hot rockstars, mostly of them for Roger's case.' At that I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little as did John. 'And yes I say we do things that no other band has done with having all of us write the songs and not just one of us. But to someone like you, you feel us (y/n). Feel our music in a way that no one else can.'

'How? It doesn't make any sense.'

'It may not now. When people hear our music they just hear all the different genres we try to put in. But you my dear, you feel every bit of the music that plays. From the rhythm that Roger and I do, to the melodies Brian and Fred perform. You feel it all. Every instrument, every beat, you feel it all. So in a way it's a good thing that you can't hear cause otherwise you'd just be like everyone else.'

'But I'd still like to hear other things. Like Freddie's singing, my mom's voice, and your voice. Mummy always said you had an interesting accent compared to the others, and I always wanted to hear what it sounded like.' He rubbed my back in circles and signed.

'Just be thankful you'll never hear my sing. Otherwise I would make you go deaf, it's that terrible.' I couldn't help but giggle which made John smile. 'Seems like your back to being that happy girl I love so much.'

'Yeah. Thank you John.'

'I'm always here for you poppet. No matter what.' He then lightly bopped my nose which made me smile wider. We sat there in comfortable silence as John proceeded to rock me back and forth when John told me. 'Hey love?' I looked up at him and signed.

'Yes?'

'Not to push you but I wanna know the truth. What was it you were really planning on doing with your bass before you chose to try and make me give it away?' I got up out of his embrace and turned towards my AMP.

'I—was actually gonna play you something.'

'You were?' I nodded. 'Oh love that's amazing. What song were you gonna do?'

'L-I-A-R.' I spelled out.

'Liar, really? Wow that's amazing. I would like to hear you play it, if that's what you want.' I debated long and hard as I looked between John and my AMP in the corner.

'I'll try.'

'That's all I ask of you poppet.' He then grabbed my bass that he had put in the corner up and the two of us walked over to the AMP. He helped me turn it on and strummed the strings for me till the volume was just right for him. Once he was done he nodded to me and I sat on top of the AMP so that I could feel the vibrations as he handed me my bass.

I breathed deeply and nervously looked towards John and he just looked at me with nothing but reassurance.

'Just do your best. I'll be proud no matter what.' I adjusted my bass so that it sat in my lap and tried not to think back to my nightmare.

I felt the tune in my head before finally starting on the bass sections. I tried my best to not think about the dream but since it was so similar to what happens, it started to effect my performance I just knew it. It was then I saw John's hand come over mine stopping me from picking the strings anymore. I looked up and prepared for the exact speech he gave me in my dream.

'You're so tense love. Remember relax your arm against the bass and it'll be easier to pick the strings.' He signed. I looked at him in awe. He—he didn't say that I was terrible, this—this wasn't like my dream. This was real.

'Sorry John.'

'No need to apologize love. This is a hard song to try, you wanna start over or continue from where you left off?'

'I can start over.' He smiled and leaned back against my bed and I started over. Gaining a little more confidence, I felt like I was playing with more passion and when I got to the solo I worked on my fingering along the neck to make sure I hit the three notes over and over again just like John did last night.

By the end of the song, I stopped and looked up at John and his expression was speechless. Nervously I signed out.

'How'd I do?' he scooted up towards me and hugged me close. He squeezed me tightly but not constricting and that's when he signed to me.

'You. Were. Amazing poppet. I mean there were some parts that were a little iffy but you did amazing. And the solo, I think if the boys heard you do that solo they'd replace me with you.' I blushed and signed a thank you to him. I took my bass off and ran up to him and the two of us hugged each other. 'And thank you for giving me the greatest gift I ever gotten.'

'I'm glad you loved it John. I wanted to do you proud.'

'And you did poppet. I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you.' I smiled and nuzzled myself into his chest while I felt him stroke down my hair.