#poly queen

[distant--shadow]

i see you babygirl.

[eileen-crys]

My entry for this year's @queenpolyweek , with my beloved Tetzdealor ot3 💕💕💕 it's been a while since I wanted to make a drawing of them and I found a lovely base for ot3s that was perfect! So here are John, Veronica and Roger being in love with each other throughout their lives 🥰

I did write a couple of fics about them, you can check my masterlist in my bio! ✨️

(Base source @/mcnuggyy )

[yasmamamercury]

I wrote a thing! A short thing!

Have 750 words of Freddie x Roger love confessions that lead to implied poly Queen because I must maintain my brand lmao

The prompt I used for this was damaged goods.

A small knock at his bedroom door had Roger lifting his head from his book just in time to see Freddie walk in.

“Rog? Do you have a minute?” His voice was tentative, and Roger could see that his deep brown eyes were rimmed red and glassy with tears.

“Yeah, ‘course.” He quickly marked his place in his book and set it aside as Freddie closed the door behind him.

Roger sat up a little straighter in bed and pulled his legs beneath him to make space for Freddie to sit. He watched as Freddie did so and wrung his hands together anxiously.

“What’s wrong?” Dozens of possible scenarios flashed through Roger’s mind.

Freddie stared at the duvet on the bed, hair falling in his face as he picked at a loose thread absentmindedly and said, “Am I…am I damaged goods?”

Roger blinked, “What?”

“Am I unlovable? Am I…”

“No–” Roger put a hand on Freddie’s knee. “No, Fred. Fuck, what’s making you ask these things?”

Roger didn’t miss the tears rolling down Freddie’s cheek; he ached to reach out and brush them away. Instead, he gave Freddie’s knee a comforting squeeze while he listened.

“That guy I was seeing had some things to say to me…about me, when he– when he broke up with me.”

Roger thought that seeing, in all its vagueness, was still too generous a word for the way that guy had been stringing Freddie along.

“He’s an aresehole, Fred.” Roger bit his tongue in time to leave out the like I’ve said before, that was the last thing Freddie needed to hear.

To his surprise, Freddie nodded, “I know. I know.”

“He’s wrong, Freddie. Whatever he said to you, he doesn’t know you, doesn’t see you the way you deserve to be seen.”

“I am a lot of work, though,” Freddie murmured as he looked up at Roger for the first time. “Too much work, apparently.”

This time, Roger couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward a little, gently taking Freddie’s head in his hands and brushing his thumbs over the tear tracks staining Freddie’s cheeks as their eyes locked.

“Not for me.”

Silence stretched in the room as Freddie’s eyes widened a fraction.

Roger swallowed thickly, “Not for Brian. Not for John.”

Freddie screwed his eyes shut and jerked away from Roger’s touch, leaving Roger scrambling to figure out what he’d said wrong.

“Don’t play with me, Rog, not now.” Freddie rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there were fresh tears falling. “One of you, maybe I could believe that. But not all of you. Come on.”

Roger’s heart broke, “Freddie…you’re beautiful. Inside and out. You’re kind and generous. You’re funny as hell, and you know how to have a good time. You’re thoughtful and talented, and…”

Roger hesitated for a second, but he’d started down this path, and now he wanted to see it through. “And is it any wonder that the three of us are falling in love with you?”

The heartbreak in Freddie’s eyes had changed to confusion. More importantly, Roger saw a small spark of hope in them.

“In love…with me? You know that for a fact?”

Roger nodded, flashing him a smile, “Bri and Deaky told me themselves.”

“Why hasn’t anyone said anything?!”

“You’ve not been single long enough lately for any of us to get a bloody word in!” Roger laughed.

“You’re sure?”

“God, yes! What do I have to do to prove it? Kiss you?”

He kept his tone light, but to Roger, this was the most serious proposition he’d ever made. He was surprised to see a blush spreading on Freddie’s cheeks. Fredie gave him a shy smile as he caught his eye.

“Would you?”

Roger beamed and took Freddie’s head between his hands again, lightly running his thumbs along Freddie’s cheekbones. They met each other halfway, and Roger couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

It was comfortable, like they’d been doing this together all their lives. There was no awkwardness of trying to figure out how to move against each other. Freddie deepened the kiss, and Roger responded, opening his mouth and letting Freddie take what he needed.

They were panting by the time they pulled apart, and Roger grinned.

“Should we go find John and Brian in the sitting room and tell them the good news? They might want to get in on the celebration.”

Freddie chuckled, “By all means, lead the way, darling.”

[queen-fandom-calendar]

Hey! So I noticed Maycury week and Polyqueen week aren't happening this year! Do you know if there seems to be a need for someone to run those?

Hey great question!

If anyone has any info about this, feel free to share!

[cupcaken0feel1n]

What type of love do you believe in?

Conditional?

Unconditional?

Voting ended onJun 23, 2023

[freddie-mercury-rising]

Colossal Love

John stared up at the giant, wooden structure, and took a deep breath. It was a lot bigger in person. The pamphlets that Roger had shown him for the past week were nothing compared to the behemoth that now towered mockingly over John.

[john-deacons]

could you do one where trans!deaky gets fucked by the rest of the band? like they eat him out, they fuck him, etc

omg i love this 😭😭

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"how ya feelin'?" roger asked as john was getting violently eaten out by brian.

"i-im feeling o-ok~" john whimpered out. his pussy has never felt this good before.

the band was currently in the rehearsal studio, doing, well.... you know. this had all been freddies idea, of course, to gangbang john. so here they are, having the time of their lives. john pushed his shirt and sports bra up to start toying with his nipples. his hips bucked up as he squirted inside brians mouth with a moan.

"did he taste good?" freddie immediately asked when brian pulled off.

"really good..." he muttered.

"alright! my turn!" roger exclaimed and swapped spots with brian.

he started lapping at deakys clit at a decent pace. deaky let out little whimpers and groans while bucking his hips. roger held his hips down, clearly wanting more of his tastiness. he continued lapping at his clit, sliding his tounge inside every now and then.

"god... s-shit.." he breathed out. roger then stuck two fingers inside of deakys hole, making his eyes roll back.

after a little while of this, the brunette squirted on rogers face and fingers.

"freddie, you wanna try?" the blonde man asked.

"no, i think ill just fuck him from behind." deaky swore he couldve came again as soon as those words left his mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ soon enough, deakys ass was against freddie with him fucking his asshole. roger was underneath him, with his cock inside of his wet pussy. brian was in front of him while he sucked his cock. this was an unusual situation for deaky, let alone anyone to be in. but john had agreed to be their little slut for the day, and he would be lying if he said he wasnt enjoying it. as the brunette was deepthroating the curly headed man, roger said something that changed their relationship.

"we should do this again." of course roger would suggest that, but it did happen once, twice, hell, a lot more times after that.

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ahhhhh this sucked 😭

[patroclusdefencesquad]

my favourite scene in sanditon is the one where charlotte sits in a field and angrily eats a pork pie while cockblocking one of her girlfriends