#froger platonic

[pumpkinlilyao3]

Adopted as a baby, found at the Corwall seashore, Roger grows up to become an aspiring rock star. Like many of his peers, London serves as the musical scene he hopes to conquer one day, while navigating through his studies – just like his best friend, Freddie. Unlike his peers, though, Roger can breath underwater, and swims with the grace of a dolphin. At the seashore, he was found with a blue stone of unknown origin, and this lucky charm soothes him anytime he holds it in hand. And there's this mysterious call that tugs at his heart, stronger anytime he's by the seaside...

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Hello everyone! 😊 After a long time silent, I'm back with a new story! It originated from last year's Froger Week, using the "Sea longing" prompt (I'm late but shhh). I had lots of fun writing this fic, I tried to mix two formats of writing to tell this story. How I missed writing Freddie and Roger! 🥰

🤍 Have a good read! 🤍

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ooo you’re doing Pressure!!

May I request an artist reader who, throughout the journey found some paper, pencil and made a little makeshift sketchbook and when later bought Sebastian’s document decided to try and draw him? Like maybe both when human and current (and maybe the monsters)? 

Perhaps he saw them sketching, got curious and decided to look through it when reader left it somewhere or just straight up snatched it and held it out of their reach and sees those sketches of him. Could be hurt/comfort or angst/fluff.

Of course you’re free to change any of the details but please keep it platonic TwT

Aw love this idea! And it works considering all the paper and notebooks in the drawers of the blacksite.

............

"Great, [y/n]. One moment, you're doing some harmless graffiti on a brick wall nobody cares about. And the next, you're risking your life for a stupid crystal in hopes you'll get a federal pardon.."

Sighing, you held onto the overhead handles within the sleek black submarine, feeling it shake and rumble as it breached the water's surface. And after hearing the chime, the door hissed and opened up, the platform extending out onto the dock of a place already familiar to you: Hadal Blacksite.

'No place like home..' As you stepped out of the submarine, you could hear HQ over the PDA system informing you of your objective in reaching the crystal and collecting any "loose assets" you find along the way...

As if you needed any reminders of what you were doing here.

Immediately, you unlocked the first door with the keycard and began your journey to room 100. Along the way, you found a good handful of research data. Nothing too special aside from folders, USB drives, and a couple blue DNA vials.

Then after narrowly dodging the Angler in one area and avoiding Eyefestation's gaze in the next, you reached a room requiring yet another keycard to exit. You checked the nearby office cubicle, finding it in the first drawer you opened.

But that isn't what made your eyes light up. Rather, it's what was right next to the card that did:

A brand new pencil to go with the sketchbook you've been carrying with you.

Because you weren't given the luxury of doodling while sitting in jail for over 90 days, you felt your creativity flames being snuffed out, leaving you itching to draw something again.

Before all of this, you had a decent following on social media with your art skills, and you could imagine that they're worried sick over your sudden absence. But you hoped that, if you survive and succeed in this mission, you'll be able to come back and reassure them that you're very much alive.

And perhaps show them what Urbanshade has been hiding from the public...that is to say the sea monsters that have taken up residence in the Blacksite since its lockdown, freely roaming and haunting nearly every room you step into.

With the makeshift sketchbook you had (and somehow kept even after death), you've filled its pages with simple and detailed sketches of each creature you encountered.

But you doubt that they would let you leave with physical evidence of entities nobody else in the world should know about...unless you somehow convinced the guards that they were "original characters" that so-happened to look like them, but you had a feeling that excuse wouldn't fly.

Regardless, they've given you tons of artistic inspiration, despite your many close-calls with them in pursuit of studying their features from afar.

Thanks to the files Sebastian Solace has shown you, you've learned how to safely observe the Angler from a distance and better remember their details. They were merely a grotesque face surrounded by smoke, so you didn't have to worry about drawing any limbs or tails (assuming they had those).

You encountered their variants so many times that you could recall the little things that made each them unique--like how Pinkie had four pupils, how Blitz was missing pupils in one socket completely, how Froger was..well..a big frog with lots of needle-shaped teeth, and Chainsmoker was a sluggish blobfish through all that smoke.

Making eye contact with Pandemonium was a death sentence..as you've already learned after trying (and failing) to safely observe him through a glass window. So you draw him as you see him in his file.

The Squiddles' "intimidating" faces were scary in the dark when you least expected them, but they served as amazing inspiration. You even had a page full of what faces you'd think they make up to frighten others. It's too bad you couldn't show them, however, as that required you getting in their personal space.

Eyefestation, Good People, and the Wall Dwellers were quite..risky to observe, as they had ways of quickly and painfully sending you back to square one if you weren't careful. Even so, you made some pretty damn good sketches..and you wish you could show them off to them, too, especially to the shark who'd probably appreciate a human's drawing of herself.

Even the DiVine, who were always frozen in poses for some reason, joined your ever-growing list of muses. The oxygen gardens were a nice place for you to rest and appreciate the flora for a few moments--before an Angler came along, of course.

Then there was Sebastian.

While he was fully aware of your artistic passions, in the beginning he seemed a bit annoyed whenever you came into his shop just to sketch.....or if you took an unusually long time to reach him. He just assumes you've stopped to "doodle" and wonders if you really care about getting out of this place alive.

He'd remind you that HQ could get suspicious if you're off their radar for too long, but you've stayed in his shop for 10-20 minutes at a time and not once did your diving gear beep. So you reassured him not to fret.

It was kinda sweet that he worried over you, an expendable, although maybe that's because you actually treat him with decency..and don't take his snarky comments to heart whenever you died.

Aside from the occasional eyeroll whenever you brought out your sketchbook, he did inquire about some of the things you've drawn, and you'd show him, bearing a little pride in your work.

All you'd get in response was a "neato" or "wowie, that's how you see them?" and nothing more.

It wasn't insulting, so...you'll take that.

Obviously he was more concerned about how much research data you were willing to fork over in exchange for supplies, and how far that equipment will carry you before your next demise. So you'd eventually close the book and barter with him for whatever wares were on his tail.

Unbeknownst to him, you've actually started sketching him as of late. Now that you've met him dozens of times, it was easy for you to recall his features without needing to stare at him for reference every five seconds.

That would not only be rude, but very creepy.

Then one day, you showed up to Sebastian's shop with enough data to be able to afford his document, which described him as Z-13, "The Saboteur" who the company wanted "dead on sight" if he was spotted or trying to escape.

When you had time to read the file on your own, you learned some..pretty shocking things about how he caused the lockdown, went through torturous experiments, and was falsely accused of nine murders and was proven innocent far too late.

The most upsetting part was that he was never informed of this.

He learned that after presumably stealing his own document.

It made you feel sick to your stomach, knowing he's the reason you're being terrorized by those beasts, but you couldn't find it in your heart to be angry at him.

If anything you were angry at Urbanshade for their "guilty until proven innocent" system--or in his case, being proven innocent didn't matter.

His human mugshot was also included in the file, and even with the black censor bar covering his eyes, he still looked like quite a handsome fellow. You could make out some details, and ended up drawing him on a separate page, too, although part of you wishes you never started.

You doubt he would kill you or rip apart your book for drawing him, but considering how volatile and rude he could be at a moment's notice..you did your best to conceal the sketches when you visited his shop.

You didn't want him to be offended or reminded of his past..and make him resent the one person who he almost considered a genuine friend.

Unfortunately, you'd soon come to realize that your actions were only heightening his suspicions.

And that it was going to come to a head next time you entered his shop.

...............

"Okay, I'm going to bite...what're you really hiding in that little book?"

"Pardon?" Pausing mid-sketch, you looked up at Sebastian, wondering why he appeared so disgruntled. "I'm..uh...just doodling like I always-"

"No, don't give me that "like always" crap." He huffed, flicking the end of his tail as he crossed his two arms over his chest, staring down at you. "Last time, you couldn't stop showing me a stupid face you'd think one of those S-Qs would make...and now you won't even let me have a sneak peak of your next "masterpiece"." He spat the last word, voice dripping with disdain. "Are you really drawing something...or are you secretly writing intel to give to Urbanshade?"

"...wha.." You blinked in disbelief, wondering where he'd get that assumption from. "Why would I ever do that?"

"Oh I dunno, maaaybe because you have access to my file and know my location? I bet you're gonna sell me out to those scumbags once you reach the crystal." He gnashed his teeth. "Did they say you'd get extra cash for leaving tips on my whereabouts, huh?"

"Sebastian, there's no reason for this hostility. I'm not giving any intel to anyone-"

"Then you wouldn't mind me taking a look at this, would you? Yyyyyyoink!" His third arm was quick to snatch your sketchbook away, holding it out of your reach as you jumped up in panic.

You were already dreading his reaction.

This could very well be the end for you.

"Please give that back! You'll tear it!"

"You look frightened. So maybe I should, considering you're writing secrets about.....about...." But as Sebastian finally looked at the page, all he saw were sketches of his current self, and you began to see a shift in his expression.

It went from pure anger, to surprise and confusion, and then to....something unreadable.

"These are...all of me?" His voice became quieter as he flipped the page, only for his breath to hitch upon finding the drawings of his human form.

And for once, he was completely speechless.

The details were immaculate, everything from his hair style to the scar he used to have across his face--given to him from an angry cellmate who thought he really did kill those people and tried giving him a "taste of his own medicine".

But the way you made him look was...incredible.

That's him.

That's really him.

The man--the human--he was before...

Before...

"Yes." Your face was burning with embarrassment, and your heart was pounding with fear of both death and ridicule, now knowing that your fate laid in his hands now. "I-I'm sorry. I should've asked for your permission and I know the details aren't perfect but you didn't let me........huh?"

Ceasing your ramblings, you noticed the tears welling in his eyes, and you were stunned. Then his shaking hands closed the sketchbook and returned it to you. "Um..are you okay? I'm really sorry if-"

"I...a-almost forgot what I looked like before all of this.." He raised a claw to wipe at his watery eyes, sniffling. "They're...good drawings, friend. I'm sorry..I...I-I didn't mean to..." His voice cracked, and he forced himself to stop, bringing his hands to his face. "Why am I crying over something like..t-this..?"

He hated looking so weak in front of you, yet he couldn't help the tears that kept slipping down his cheeks. A certain sadness was weighing heavily on his heart, yet at the same time he felt...honored that you wanted to draw him, putting your heart and soul into every sketch--with him getting the most effort.

You didn't overexaggerate him as the hideous beast he and everyone else was convinced he was, but just him as, well, himself. His smiles when he realizes it's you coming through the vent again, his cheeky grins when you buy up all his supplies, and even the one time he pouted when you died to Pandemonium because you risked it all trying to draw the moldy fish-creature.

The human ones, as you could tell from the way he broke down, especially hit home for him. Just from a mugshot alone, you were able to create a near-accurate depiction of him.

It made him wonder if you two have met before any of this happened.

Sebastian sniffled, struggling to stop the tears and expecting you to make fun of him as he finally uncovered his face. But instead he saw you standing there with your arms opened up. "I feel like you could use one of these. It's okay. I know you miss being human."

".........."

"C'mon, big guy. My arms are kinda hurting--oh!"

Without warning, he accepted your embrace and squeezed you tightly in his hold. Of course he was careful not to crush your diving tanks, and you smiled in appreciation and patted his back. "It's okay, it's alright..I got you. I didn't mean to make you cry."

He sniffled a few times, but otherwise said nothing and tried making sure you weren't supporting all of his upper body weight.

Curse his size. He wishes he could experience a normal hug again.

This one will do, though.

"I-It's...it's fine. Don't worry.." He finally spoke after a few moments, calming down. "As long as you don't tell anyone about this."

"I'll take it to my grave." You chuckled, letting go and stepping away so he could straighten his back out. While he did that, you gently tore a few pages from your book, to which he blinked in confusion.

"What are you doing with-?"

"Keep them." You insisted. "In case this sketchbook falls into a pit or gets waterlogged, I want you to hold onto these. Besides, I can tell you appreciate them a lot. So...consider it a gift."

"Why..thank you." A smile appeared on his face as he took the pages carefully. "Rest assured, they'll be safe and sound." He gazed at them both one more time, feeling a tug on his heart.

But it wasn't as heavy as before.

After neatly folding and stowing them away into his pockets, he saw you already sitting in one of the chairs, your sketchbook opened to a brand new blank page.

"Sooooooo what are you going to draw this time?" He tilted his head, ear fins twitching with curiosity.

"Hm...I did see a vision of a white glowing man a few rooms back. I think he was from...the Mindscape? There was a file talking about him and some floating gears and a white ball."

"Ohh yeah, he's an interesting guy. I'd love to see your interpretation of him." Now Sebastian was 100% invested, as he curled his tail around himself, resting his upper body on it so he could see your book better. "But y'know you won't be able to leave this place with sketches of-"

"I'm well aware of that...I could always change a few things and turn them into OCs."

"Hah. You should."

"Maybe I will." You snickered, grateful that you didn't have anything to fear.

At least somebody in the Blacksite appreciated your art.

[frogerweek]

Froger week 2024

When: November 22 - 24

Open to: all writing and art forms, romantic & platonic freddie x roger 🦋

The prompts:

🦕 November 22

- Norse Mythology

- Soulmate mark

- Taboo

- Pining

🐠 November 23

- Queer platonic

- Hospitality

- Scam

- Modern royalty AU

💎 November 24

- Airport

- Bad first impression

- Phobias

- (Un)faithful

☀️A few guidelines

Post your fic in the frogerweek2024 collection on AO3

Tag @frogerweek for a reblog on Tumblr

Our DMS and ask box are open for questions regarding the prompts! 🐠🐠

[carrrothead-vol2]

Masterlist for my Queen fic (Kaakson @AO3)

Poly

Japan: Cultural lessons by One English Rock Band  (Japan shenanigans, humour)

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring (bakery AU, magical realism, fluff, light angst)

I’ll Cruella DeVille you  (heist AU, Met Gala, humour)

hold me (I killed a man for you) (dystopian AU, resistance, angst and feels, dysfunctional relationships)

Waves (dystopian AU, character study, angst and feels)

so sad it ends (as it began) (Dystopian AU, imprisonment, angst and feels, dysfunctional relationships, Maylor heavy)

hang me (I saved the world for you) (Dystopian AU, resistance, angst and feels)

 Gen

Oh Lady Moon, shine down a little people magic if you will (Hogwarts AU, coming of age, humour)

Ride the Wild Wind (Hogwarts AU, hurt/comfort, platonic Joger)

Your smile speaks books to me (Breakthru filming, HP AU, hurt/comfort, platonic Maycury)

Do cars dream of electric guitars (pining, crack, cars)

And time is but a paper moon (Doctor Who AU, humour, platonic Maylor)

 Maycury

Wings of Future (1920s AU, aviation, slow burn, PTSD, pining)

starving, hysterical, naked (Sandman AU, angst, dark comedy elements, light smut)

 Froger

The Fifth Element (The Fifth Element AU, sci fi, adventure, fake marriage, humour)

 Maylor

Disappear here (American indie teen movie AU, pre-slash, vibes, drugs, eating disorder)

hold me (I killed a man for you) (dystopian AU, resistance, angst and feels, dysfunctional relationships, v polyamory)

Waves (dystopian AU, character study, angst and feels, polyamory negotiations)

so sad it ends (as it began) (Dystopian AU, imprisonment, angst and feels, dysfunctional relationships)

hang me (I saved the world for you) (Dystopian AU, resistance, angst and feels, polyamory)

 Joger

hold me (I killed a man for you) (dystopian AU, resistance, angst and feels, dysfunctional relationships, v polyamory)

Waves (dystopian AU, character study, angst and feels, polyamory negotiations)

so sad it ends (as it began) (Dystopian AU, imprisonment, angst and feels, dysfunctional relationships, poly)

hang me (I saved the world for you) (Dystopian AU, resistance, angst and feels, polyamory)

Johnica

Ladies Night (girls’ night in, sex talk, humour)

 Brissie

We’re in a pretty pickle, my dear (making out, gardening, secret passages, humour) 

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

The meme you posted of the band in the blistering cold? lol it always makes me laugh because that video shoot is riddled with Freddie & Roger shenanigans. Seems they couldn’t go inside because Roger hadn’t completed sale of the house and Freddie apparently arrived in a newly bought Rolls Royce 🤭 those two were already spending like they’d been stars for ages 😂 and then to top it off, Roger getting mad at Freddie for puking in the garden’s rhododendrons 🤣 oooh man, those two were and would still be the band’s troublemakers 🤣

I don’t think there’s anything particularly froger-esque (platonic) about the footage we have and know Freddie was drunk during filming, but I never heard of him vomiting

[queengenweek]

What’s the policy for background romantic relationships in this event? Like if I write a fic centering around platonic Joger, am I allowed to mention/feature Veronica, or have Maylor or Froger as a small side ship as long as the side romantic ships don’t overtake the main gen pairing?

Thanks for the ask!

Yes, romantic ships can co-exist with platonic ones! The only rule is that it shouldn't overtake the platonic one and the platonic relationship remains the focus of the story😊

[a-froger-epic]

Listen, I'm a huge Froger shipper because that's a fun fantasy, but 100% Roger and Freddie were bros, no homo, and Brian had the most tortured platonic-bordering-on-actually-romantic crush.

John? Don't be ridiculous.

[ziggy-and-lady-stardust]

Should be waiting for the sun added extra 2

"Does it ever bother you?" Freddie asked after a long time, holding Roger against him in the dark.

"Hmm?" Roger mumbled, half asleep again him. He'd crawled into his bed a while ago now, seeking out Freddie's absurd body heat that cold November. And the comfort, it wasn't a scent he was particularly attracted to, but it was one he could relax with, just settle quietly knowing he was safe. "What bothers me?"

"The baby… the one you…" lost. The one he lost.

They hadn't really talked about it, it was something that fell into the background a lot. A taboo. 

But somehow in the dark that night it felt okay to ask. 

"A bit…" Roger said after a hard pause, "It's easier to forget though. It… sorted things out."

"I guess," Freddie nodded a little, "It was still your child.'

That made Roger pause. He'd thought about it, he could've raised the baby if it hadn't been how it was. He could've had his little girl by his side, and she (he assumed it was a girl, it had been to early to tell) wouldn't have been anything like her father. She would've been spoiled by her uncle freddie for sure, and no doubt Brian would drag the poor soul to some awful star gazing night, but that was the image he wanted. His little lost girl, all loved up by those around him, a secret in his head he didn't want to share. Forever just a blurry image of a blond toddler running in a field, stars up ahead and a silly silk scarf around her shoulders.

That's all he'd allow himself to imagine. Just the flickers that had come to him in a fever dream. Nothing more. Not for his lost baby.

"I couldn't have managed it, not even if Tim was normal I couldn't have. It would've ruined everything with the band, and school, and no Dom would ever go near a single mum never mind one that was never claimed."

"I could've claimed you, if it would keep you safe I'd do it." Freddie insisted, "Until you found a Dom you really loved. One that deserves you."

"No, Freddie, you need to be able to find a sub too, I wouldn't forgive myself for crushing your chances… it's not like I'm going to find anyone to want me now."

For all their fun and games, their childish bullying and teasing, the constant laughter and jokes, there was a deep end. Normally they ignored it, both of them - mutually aware of its existence. But every now and then, when the drinks had ran dry or a cold creeping dispair had grabbed one of them, they ventured into the waters. Cause the demons weren't as bad then.

Freddie held him tighter, rubbing his back in soothing circles, "You'll be so loved one day, okay? You will. I'm never wrong and you know it. Just you wait."

"You think?" Roger tilted his head up, he couldn't see Freddie in the dark anyway, "Alphas don't tend to like subs with my history."

"I'm sure there is someone," Freddie knew for certain Brian wouldn't mind whatever Roger had been through, and whether the guitarist knew it himself or not, but Freddie could see it in the way he watched Roger, something was brewing. "Probably just minutes away too."

"I…" there was no point arguing with Freddie. Not if he wanted to actually get some sleep. "Of course, dear."

@softnsquishable

[nic-214]

You're my best friend...

For four decades...

And I have...

Never stopped...

Loving You...

[freddie-mercury-rising]

despair, desire—so many monsters

For @a-froger-epic — Happy Birthday!

Often, he wonders if he is the only one who feels the stretch of hunger so deeply—if it plagues him especially because it is forbidden, abhorrent. Roger talks of women with a detached sense of lust, as though he can conquer it by himself, trained from years of knowing and speaking it, never having been denied it. Freddie, on the other hand, explodes with each new encounter, seeking another high even before the first one has worn off.

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

Things go from bad to worse for poor Roger.

I'm posting this today because I won't be around tomorrow, and today I have a lot of uni work to sandwich in between a medical appointment and a meal. As always, thank you very much to @Nastally who beta-read this fic! We may just get her fully on the Maylor side one day, if we just write the right trope at the right time!

[stormtrooper-in-clogs]

Give Me Everything I Need

Just two bros shopping for baby clothes.  Enjoy!

***

Nearly three months had passed since Freddie first found out that Brian was expecting and vice versa.  Naturally, they were very excited to learn that their children would be so close in age, and Roger and John were both beyond thrilled about their impending fatherhood.  Freddie was distraught when his clothes stopped fitting, and Brian’s morning sickness had been less-than-ideal up until fairly recently, but both babies were healthy and developing on track.  Overall, things were going pretty well for the two little families.  

Since they were both pregnant, the two couples decided to do a joint baby shower and celebrate both Queen babies at once.  And today, Freddie and Brian were tasked with setting up the gift registry.  John and Roger were back at Roger’s flat, putting a crib together and painting the nursery, so it was a good day for Freddie to be out.  

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I know you've probably gotten a lot of requests for PRESSURE, but hear me out? Reader X Anglers (platonic), where reader was sent to work in the Hadal Blacksite. Urbanshade was Reader's only chance at a job due to circumstance and they were desperate; they weren't aware what they were getting into UNTIL Urbanshade had signed them up. Now a "handler" of these mutant fish, the least they can do is lessen their misery... Until the Saboteur let's everything aggressive loose.

YAY! Angler request thank you. As annoying as those fish(?) are I think they're very underrated

(in case this needs to be reiterated, this is all PLATONIC)

......

Being desperate for a job and willing to pretty much do whatever it took to get hired anywhere, Urbanshade was the only one willing to offer you an immediate position.

However, you had to be sworn to secrecy and go through an extensive background check and other trials....just for them to transport you to the Hadal Blacksite, where they said you'll be informed of your duties.

Given the extensive security measures already in place, you assumed you were dealing with endangered sea life--or even extinct species Urbanshade revived or rediscovered.

Then you were sent to the heavy containment sector and saw what they were actually hiding down here:

A mutant angler fish--one pink and one grey--a viperfish, a frog with razor sharp teeth, and a dead(?) green blobfish. They were all huge and unlike anything you've seen before.

They were all designated as Z-283, although there were nicknames given to four of them: Pinkie, Blitz, Froger, and Chainsmoker.

The Angler was just, well, Angler.

You didn't know what kind of aquatic rehabilitation facility this was, but they didn't even look like fish that belonged in one, especially as their tanks didn't contain any water, although according to documents, that wasn't even necessary.

Smoke clouded every part of their bodies except their faces, so you couldn't get a good read on how their fins and tails are holding up (assuming they have those at all).

Least to say...it took some time getting used to seeing their frightening looks every shift.

Especially as sometimes Angler, Blitz, and Pinkie liked to scare the hell out of you by shrieking, ramming into the window barriers of their cells, and causing brief power surges.

Your main tasks were to monitor them and keep them fed and happy, although you weren't allowed to make physical contact with them.

Apparently their touch can kill...so you can understand why they needed somebody to watch them at all times and keep their behaviors in check.

But the more you interact with them, the more you start to realize that these anglers (and viperfish, frog, and blobfish) were probably just animals who were simply trying to live within the Let-Vand Zone, only to be taken and shoved into a distressing environment.

Urbanshade claims they aren't "alive", but all you see are scared animals who only knew misery.

You especially didn't like overhearing that they've used prisoners as test subjects. And they're not even food.

Out of water, they can all recognize you by scent and are seemingly aware of how good you've been to them compared to most operatives.

Because when Sebastian/The Saboteur sets them loose and causes the lockdown, and you nearly get killed by one of the many Wall Dwellers...Angler comes to your defense, eating its flesh whole.

At first you think you've finally tamed it--until the fish creature gives you that same murderous and hungry look as it gave those test subjects.

Luckily it gives you a head start and you manage to find a crawlspace out of its line of sight, watching it cause chaos and kill whatever poor sap happened to run into that same room.

Yeah...your job definitely didn't quite prepare you for this kind of scenario..

When the Expendable Protocol is initiated, Sebastian found you and only allowed you live because you could keep the anglers off his back while he's trying to find supplies and figure out how to escape.

They'll listen to you sometimes, although you learn Pinkie and Blitz are very brash and like to do their own things sometimes--while Froger and Chainsmoker are more willing to obey.

But if Pandemonium ever caught sight of you?

May god help you because none of them will.

[frogerweek]

Froger Week 2023

When: November 24-26

Open to: all writing and art forms, romantic & platonic freddie x roger 💗 

The prompts:

🌷 November 24:

Snitches Get Stitches

Rewriting History

Testing Positive

Unapologetic

Gender Nonconforming

🏳️‍⚧️ November 25:

“This isn’t what it looks like” 

Comfort Zone

Caresses

Pottery Making

Public Displays of Affection

💗 November 26:

Uncommon Kink

Birds of a Feather

First/Last Travel

Golden Cage

Royalty

A few guidelines:

- Post your fic in the frogerweek2023 collection on AO3 - Tag @frogerweek for a reblog on Tumblr - Do not engage with rude anons or rude comments during the event

Our DMS and ask box are open for questions regarding the prompts! 🌸

[a-froger-epic]

Okay, STOP EVERYTHING. If you haven't yet, you must read Beneath The Quiet Heaven Of Your Eyes by @myfairykingmercury.

It's poetic and glorious and I promise you won't regret it. It's a fic I didn't know I needed. 😭❤️

[disabled-queen-hc-blog]

Based on a true story- the boys going out somewhere with wheelchair user!roger and there's no damn ramps anywhere

“Am I expected to levitate to the top of the stairs?” Roger asks, his face stoic as he looks at the 5 measly steps that separate him from the inside of the clothes store he wants to get into. 

“Oh, luvvy,” Freddie says with a frown, looking over to his friend who’s bumping his chair wheels against the first step, anger barely being suppressed.

“Maybe I could fetch some people inside to lift you up? I know you really wanted to shop here...” Freddie says, his voice trailing off as Roger’s eyebrows furrowed.

“You know I bloody hate that. It’s fucking embarrassing. No. Forget it, Fred. Just...let’s go somewhere else,” Roger says, turning around, wheeling himself down the sidewalk, not waiting for Freddie to follow.

Freddie’s shoulders slumped before he hurried after Roger. 

“Five bloody steps,” Roger grumbles to himself, eyes rolling. Five steps between him and accessibility. He growled and kept going in the random direction he chose.