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Nymphaea Thermarum 04
Teaching The Important Things:
âOkay, now tighten the knot.â Fredrick said as he was watching the miniscule hands and what they were doing intently.
Lily carefully tightened the line, thin cord but a line that can well support her weight and then some. She sat up and looked at the propped up phone set beside her that had the reference pictures, âI⊠think I got it. It makes more sense seeing the pictures dad.â
âGood,â the man smiled, proud as he shifted in his seat to reach for his coffee mug on the table. âWant to test your knots baby girl?âÂ
âYes!â Lily brightened up as the small girl perked up. She found the line, and started to loop it up to be neat and once her adopted, giant father had settled again. She measured a good distance of six inches in the line starting where it was connected to herself. The girl lifted the spot once her dad's attention was back on her fully. âThis should be a safe distance right?â
Fredrick checked the distance and picked up the line. Twisting some more on the other side through his fingers, âLooks good, ready?â
Lily wiggled exactly and nodded, âYes!â
The man grinned as he planted his left elbow and lifted his bitty daughter up slowly until she was off her feet. Pausing so only two inches were under her and his right hand hovered near but not so much to interfere. âDon't forget to sit back, let the harness hold you Lily, don't hang from it to cinch it around your middle.â
The tiny girl concentrated, but got in the position she needed to be. All at once a lot of things they had talked about and watched on the phone made sense. She swayed for a few moments before shifting her lower legs and started to swing back and forth. Testing the feel and movement before making a face.
âCan you put me down dad?â
âWhat did you notice?â Fredrick asked, carefully lowering Lily back to the table top. Smiling a little as she leaned back onto the knuckles of his other hand as she adjusted the harness.Â
âIt feels looser andâŠslippery? Like my leg could slide out.â Lily said as she finished, getting up and testing movement before looking back and up at her giant father. âOkay, we can try again!â
Fredrick lifted the line again, and watched intently as Lily started her testing. She was notably a lot more confident as she swung again. Then unprompted started to climb the line up to his hand. Fredrick grinned, âhey, you remembered what we talked about. Good leg work baby girl.â
âThanks!â Lily gasped once she was up on the back of the massive hand. Her dad had kept his hand steady and though he did not shift to accommodate, he did not hinder, letting her sort out her balance and mechanics herself for the most part.
It was one of the things Lily was learning she loved about her giant adopted dad. He was more than happy to help teach Lily survival skills, mechanics, electronics on top of everything else like reading, writing and math. Even if Lily was not nearly big enough to use some of this, but also just⊠whatever she wanted to learn there was no hesitation.Â
Even repealing like in the video of her dad doing it in training. Or if she was not up to something at all. Lily grinned and held up her arms to the human, âdad!â
âWhat baby girl?âÂ
âI want a hug.â
Fredrick rolled his eyes playfully, not sure what thoughts his little daughter had in her head for those expression changes. His other hand came up and pulled the girl up by the line, getting a startled yelp as he brought Lily over. It was just a moment of seemingly being unstable before he hunched. Holding Lily in his hand and press on his cheek to her small self.Â
The man smiled at the laughing and small smack against his cheek before Lily pressed her head against him. Shamelessly in this random want for a cuddle. âYou're such a brat.â
âNo I'm not,â Lily said confidently, standing up with her hands on Frederickâs cheek and looking up at the big brown eye half lidded. Recognizing the happy expression. âBut now I'm ready to learn about repelling!â
âOkay you're a dork not a brat,â Frederick said with a fod smile, but helped Lily down so they could make sure her line was untangled and wrapped back up, then picked her up with his own confidence of experience now.
âWhere are we going?â Lily asked, as they left the table and then to the living room.
âOver by the couch, I made something for you last night.â Frederick said as he set Lily in the low coffee table before pulling something off the couch to set up near her.Â
âIs that sand paper?â Lily gasped, making her her line was over a shoulder and out of the way as she looked at the odd things as they were set down before being assembled. She touched the poster board, recognizing that, as it worked pretty good for making models with her adopted mom. There were carefully pinned course sandpaper on the board in a line.
âYep, I thought it would be good for you for traction as you first start.â The man nodded, taking that part once Lily was clear, and attached it at an angle that seemed about what starters should be on. Frederick just had to adjust it for Lily's size.Â
As he did so Lily ran around the structure he made, the top end had to be a good two feet high! It was made with wood and seemed like it could adjust? It was at the highest settings?Â
âYou remember what we went over with anchor points?â Her dad's voice drew Lily's attention away from the excitement building.
âYeah! I mean yes. Uuh we haven't made anything yet for me to use yet.â Lily started and then stood up, focusing on the reminder of safety.
âWe will, I have an idea for now though,â Frederick reassured, âPart of the reason I want you to practice here with me instead of jumping off the kitchen counter.â
Lily grinned, through had the good sense to seem a bit sheepish. She still shamelessly tried that now and then, but not nearly as much as she used to do! And she waited for her parent's attention first now. She started to try and sort how to climb up as her dad pushed a thick scarf around the bottom of the practice ramp. Squeak g as she was carefully picked up and lifted to the top.
âDon't worry about climbing up for now, you're going to be tired enough with repealing today.â The man reassured before going over the checklist of safety points they had learned and gone over that morning.Â
Lily was excited, yes, but very proud that she could answer everything. The first several times of actual practice wereâŠawkward to say the least. She was very grateful that her dad had quick reflexes. She was determined to get the hang of this before her mom got off work.Â
They only really stopped for a quick snack and used the facilities, then off to try again. Lily was tired when she was finally able to get down, back up and down again all by herself. Her arms her, her back hurt and it was a relief to sprawled in the massive, but warm hands after getting the harness off. Then some needed rest against her dad's chest.
Lily dosed without realizing it as she was listening to the deep heartbeat under her. Not really aware of when Frederick got up. The man still had a proud and fond look as he carried Lily to the kitchen, finding the spot she liked to be in where she could watch normally. It was a warmer area of the kitchen and⊠andâŠ
Frederick sighed, having a fond smile as he gently rubbed his thumb against Lily's side. âWhy do you have to be so small, baby girl? you're going to melt my heart.â
The tiny girl just curled up to be comfortable in her hammock-like spot. The motion had Lily pressing her forehead against the side of the pad of his thumb. Frederick fell in love all over again, and though he had to hold chest as his heart turned to mush, the man's legs thankfully stayed solid. For his tiny daughter, his wife, their home, justâŠ
This was so worth the deployment times. Or coming back from them in reality.
#Nymphaea Thermarum story#NT story#Lily as a borrower#omie's writing#gt#G/T#Freddy wants his tiny daughter to be safe#must teach her#Frederick is best dad#borrowers#barrower au?
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I'm sorry but you're not talking about this 18th c. Frederick II., surely?

The one that was so influential, both for Prussia and Germany overall (but Berlin specifically) he came to be known as âThe Greatâ?
Developed a hyperfixation on a completely obscure historical figure. No fanbase, no fanart, no interest at all. And I once thought Frederick II was too unknown
#if you wanna go for elusive Fredericks II.#why not go for the one with the more famous & important brother (F ii Duke of Swabia#or the one who got the nickname âthe Quarrelsomeâ#and who was the last of his line lmwo#like Frederick II is super popular for a wild mix of reasons#not just for making Berlin what it is today#but also because many believe he was gay#and his nutty masochistic dad punished him for him#by executing his âbest friendâ#& he's at least partially responsible for a weird backwater in northern Bavaria becoming a place of pilgrimace for classical musical theatre
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Annabeth doesnât say much, for the most part. She speaks when sheâs spoken to. In the car on the way home, at the dinner table when he asks if sheâd like to go back-to-school supply shopping after her dentist appointment tomorrow afternoon. He hears her on call inside her room, talking to a man with a gruff voice Frederick figures to be Chiron, the old camp director Athena had connected him to six years ago, some time around the worst day of his life. She tells him Iâll be okay, stop being weird. And Chironâs response is muffled through the wooden walls, but he makes out enough to make his stomach fold over. Young, alone, a long while. He thinks he hears the word brother, but canât be sure.
He walks himself to the opposite end of the hall on quiet feet, settles himself into his even quieter study. Heâd never done well with noiseâmusic, chatter and distraction. It was the reason why they chose this room to serve as his office. It shares a wall with the main bedroom, the next door over. Downstairs, the twins split a bedroom, by far the rowdiest and rightfully the furthest away. They werenât particularly fussy babies, which he knows Macy appreciated because Annabeth was still little when they were born, and sometimes Frederick thought she hadnât gone a tearless day since sheâd been dropped off in her woven cradle. Pink cheeks and a pink nose, dry eyelids shut in the last peaceful sleep sheâd have for an unfortunate stretch of time. He doesnât remember how long he mustâve crouched there on his porch, staring in alarmed disbelief at the sight of her. He does remember how sheâd woken up as soon as he took her into his arms, so little and light in her white-gold swaddle, and cried and cried and cried.Â
Heâd read the parenting books, scoured the mommy blogs, checked all the boxes for what to do when your baby is crying for no apparent reason. Sheâd take her naps only after crying herself into them, and after twenty minutes of sleep for her and studying for him, sheâd shriek out a long sob again. The only time she fell asleep quietly was when he was in bed with her, late at night after he mustered up his good sense and called his work done for the day. Sheâd always slept the best when he was there to see, whichâpossiblyâis why he didnât realize the severity of her night terrors until theyâd moved into the new house.Â
He wasnât particularly a fan of taking business trips, not as a newlywed with a pregnant wife and a tenacious daughter, but he didnât have much say in the matter. Macy called him nightly. Annabeth wasnât handling any of it well, sheâd tell him. She stomped her feet when it was time to turn in, cried all night, and cried during recess at school, too. Sometimes, if it was before her bedtime, sheâd give the phone to Annabeth. Her voice was always quiet and upset, nothing like the troublemaker her schoolteachers swore she was. When are you coming back? sheâd ask. It was over the phone that Frederick heard daddy turn into dad.Â
When he was home, the house was maybe the most peaceful itâd ever be. At least, before the twins came. Annabeth wouldnât cry at night. Instead, her footsteps fell down the hallway like raindrops. Then, sheâd knock softly at his office door.Â
âDad?â Annabeth rasps, thirteen, just as shy and unsure as the baby that used to stand just there.Â
It transports him back to his welcome mat in Boston, like heâs finding her again for the first time. âCome in,â he tells her, sounding like a version of himself he hasnât known in a while.Â
The knob turns, and the door cracks open. He sees her hair first. Free from the ponytail sheâd had it tied up in the whole day, cloaking her narrow shoulders. Itâs very long now, he notices. The hinges creak and so do the wheels of his chair, turning his head, turning his whole body to see her. The sight shouldnât strike him like it doesâheâs had hours to study her and every little difference between now and the last time sheâd been home. Annabeth is tall now. Sheâs impressively toned, though maybe thatâs par for the course at her camp. He remembers standing at the top of Half-Blood Hill, watching her climb up. The grass was dirtying his dress shoes, and he could barely see her with the sun in his eyes, but she looked every bit right , the expanse of strawberry fields and training grounds behind her.Â
Sheâs wearing pajamas sheâd left here from years ago. Brown plaid striped pants and a shirt with teddy bears all over it to match. The pants are too small on her now, hovering over her ankles. Her eyes are frosty and her cheeks arenât quite as round as they used to be, though theyâre still tinged with that newborn pink, the same as her lips and the tip of her nose. She sniffles.Â
âOh.â Frederick takes off his glasses, setting them on his desk. He puts his arms out.Â
She rushes into him. Her arms cling around his neck like they had when she was a toddler, burying her face in his shoulder. Sheâs not crying, and he can tell sheâs trying her darndest not to. He tells her itâs okay, though he doesnât really know what heâs talking about. He hugs her to him. She mustâve showered because she smells like Mathew and Bobbyâs peach coconut soap.Â
He asks if sheâs had a nightmare, and she tells him not yet.Â
So, he reconsiders. Annabeth blinks rapidly, curls fluffing up around her crown as she fixes herself to look at his computer screen, opened to his email inbox. Not much for entertainment, or snooping, but she had always been such a sponge of a child, eyes wide except for when she yawned. Never eager to admit sheâs sleepy. Because of the nightmares, maybe, or to stay awake with him, looking at diagrams and sifting through documents she couldnât read. The wonder of his slew of incoming emails isnât quite as amusing to a thirteen year old daughter of Athena. Sheâs been on a quest. And she has the souvenirs to show for it, thin scars healed to a color just a little lighter than her own flesh streaking her arms. She unravels herself from him, hands in her lap now, still leaned against his chest, head turned.Â
His hands stall on the armrests. His mind is loud, not in the way he usually appreciates, unable to grab onto any one thought. Rolling on like static, a playback of similar moments in time, only theyâd both been younger, their lives much smaller. It does something strange to his heart, that she still sought him out. Something, maybe, that he hadnât been very cognizant of before. He knows heâd missed her terribly, but he hadnât quite grasped this part of itâthat heâd missed being her dad.Â
âI suppose staying up a little wonât hurt,â he says, reaching around her, fingers sprawling on the keyboard. She sinks a little more into him, getting comfortable now and he feels warm and successful. âIâŠI do have some things to get done.âÂ
She shrugs, a tiny movement. An even smaller voice. âThatâs okay.â
He wonders, not for the first time, what waits for her when she sleeps. If thereâs any way to stop the nightmares. He has the distinct feeling that Annabeth merely wants him to be around when they come.Â
He closes his email, opens the most interesting bit he has to offer her, a recent biplane model. She drags his yellow notepad closer, gaze flickering between it and the screen. When he skims his pen against the blue lines, his handwriting is messier than heâd usually expect from himself. Jittery with everything he thinks he should say, ask. Certain of none of them.Â
Quietly, he works, and Annabeth watches.Â
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â” angels talking - social media au | ln4 (1)
â„pairing - lando norris x fem!singer!reader (mentions of al12 x reader)
â„plot - Arthur Leclerc has been your best friend since your early childhood, you two grew up with each other and each other's families. Your closeness leads to fans suspecting there is more to your relationship, until, almost suddenly, the ball gets totally flipped
â„warnings - none, maybe ooc arthur leclerc sorry abt that
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cheesestrings my two husbands
âł suziesalmon @/cheesestrings theyâre married to me wdym?
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tangledinu sometimes i think about the fact that arthur has those huge footsteps of charles to fill, and that ollie seems to achieve everything that was expected of arthur
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sabrinajenga admin can you ask arthur for me where yn was today?
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itsbrutalouthere arthur where is yn???
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âł hotchswife @/factorfic her phone probably fell in a river and thatâs why she doesnât have access to instagram (iâm delulu)
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tswizzle iâm conflicted i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time their media hasnât seemed right to me for ages now
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âł papayagirl @/emilyzkn their relationship has been off for such a long while tbh
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ynlnnn nuh uh
therealdannyric explanation??
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formula1obsessed last lap lando? more like last SLIDE lando
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33maxverstappen that backside looks very familiar to meâŠ
âł melany @/33maxverstappen that must sound so strange out of context
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getthismanachair lando who is that??đ€
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charthurleclerc literally my two worlds colliding i can't breathe
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This is my first time sharing my writing here! My professor usually has a lot to say about my writing style (mostly complaints), but honestlyâwho cares? If you all enjoy it, thatâs what matters. Let me know if you want a part two!



â Across the Fenceđ àŁȘË á„«áĄ.
Pedri gonzalez Ă fem!reader
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Summary: Growing up side by side, Gabi and Pedri were inseparableâtheir childhoods stitched together with backyard adventures, late-night whispered secrets, and a crayon-signed "friendship contract" that promised forever. But forever gets complicated when high school hits.
Gabi, once just Pedriâs partner-in-crime, is suddenly the girl everyone wants. Love letters, confessions, and one very persistent Frederick start making things⊠weird. And Pedri? Heâs realizing a little too late that maybeâjust maybeâhe doesnât just see her as his best friend anymore.
Between misread signals, accidental jealousy, and a whole lot of what the hell are we? Moments, their friendship is teetering on the edge of something more. But crossing that line means risking everything theyâve ever known.
Warnings: Slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, jealousy, major secondhand embarrassment, nicknames and & Inside Jokes, Mild Angst, Football References, High School Drama, lots of dumb teenage feelings, misunderstandings, Fluff Overload, Pedri is an absolute golden retriever boy,
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Gabira was still adjusting to the change. Back in Manila, life felt like a song stuck on the highest volumeâjeepneys weaving through traffic, street vendors shouting over each other, the scent of sizzling isaw and freshly brewed kapeng barako drifting through the humid air. In Barcelona, everything moved to a different rhythm. The city hummed with eleganceânarrow Gothic alleys leading to grand, sunlit plazas, the sound of flamenco guitar mixing with the salty breeze from the sea. It was beautiful, but it wasnât home. Not yet.
The first few months felt like walking on a tightropeâevery word in Spanish felt unfamiliar on her tongue, every new street a puzzle she hadnât solved yet. The place was overwhelming, and no matter how many times her parents told her it was an exciting adventure, she still missed home. But not everything felt strange. The only thing that made settling in easier was the family living right next door.
The first real sign of comfort came when her mother, Rosalinda, and their neighbor, MarĂa, found common ground over something as simple as grocery shopping. What started as a casual walk to the store turned into shared recipes, cooking competitions, and late afternoons in each otherâs kitchens, laughing over kneading dough and failed cakes. Their fathers, Andres and Fernando, werenât far behindâmorning jogs, backyard barbecues, and football matches soon became traditions.
But it was Pedri who made Barcelona feel a little less foreign.
That happened the same day after her mother went grocery shopping with their neighbor in the morning.
Gabira sat alone in the backyard, pulling at the blades of grass, her fingers absently weaving them together. She was thinking about homeâabout the best friend she had left behind in Manila, the one she used to race through the streets with, the one who always shared their lunch even when they had the same thing. The memory felt both warm and distant, like trying to hold onto sunlight before it fades.
She sighed, tearing apart the grass chain she had just made.
On the other side of the low fence that divided their backyards, Pedri was perched on the wooden edge, balancing on his toes. He had just overheard his mom, MarĂa, talking to his dad in the kitchen.
"That new family from the Philippines? I went grocery shopping with the mother todayâRosalinda, such a sweet woman! And they have a daughter your age, Pedri."
A new kid? Right next door? Pedriâs curiosity sparked instantly. Without thinking twice, he climbed up the fence, his sneakers scraping against the old wood as he pulled himself over.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
âHola!â
Gabira looked up just in time to see a boy suddenly appear, hanging over the fence like a stray cat. His dark curls were messy from the wind, and his wide grin showed the small gap between his front teeth.
He greeted, balancing on the fence like it was the most natural thing in the world. âI heard my mom went shopping with your mom. So⊠you live here now?â
Gabira blinked at him, momentarily startled. Then, slowly, she nodded.
âYeah.â
Pedriâs grin widened. âCool. Wanna play?â
And just like that, the quiet backyard didnât feel so lonely anymore.
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On a Sunday afternoon in Pedri's backyard, while both of their fathers watched AtlĂ©tico Madrid vs Barcelona on a projectorâarguing about how bad the UCL season was going and why FC Barcelona should be playing against Real Madrid insteadâPedri was full of energy, running around nonstop. He ran back and forth between the kitchen, where their mums were cooking, and the backyard, where the game played on the big screen. Every time Barcelona scored, he ran back, cheering loudly, arms waving in excitement.
Meanwhile, Gabi sat quietly by the sliding window that opened into the backyard, tapping her pencil against her drawing book. She wasnât paying attention to the game or to Pedri running around. Instead, she was watching a long line of ants moving in a straight path, one after the other, carrying tiny crumbs. To her, they were far more interesting than all the noise around her.
Suddenly, Gabiâs mom called out from the kitchen, "Kids, brunch is ready!"
Pedri, already excited, sprinted toward the house, shouting, "Yes! Iâm starving!"
Pedri ran past her again, nearly bumping into the table. As he did, the breeze from his movement distracted her from the ants, but she didnât move right away, still watching them.
Gabi, lost in her world, quickly stood up. In her hurry, her shoelace came undone. She took a step forward, almost tripping, when Pedri suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Here, let me do it," Pedri said before she could decide. He knelt down and tied her shoelace quickly, his hands moving fast like he had done it a hundred times before.
Gabi looked at him, surprised but without saying a word. She let him help, watching quietly as he pulled the lace tight.
At that momentâjust like the ants working together, just like their fathers arguing over football but still laughing togetherâsomething small but special connected them.
Pedri stood up, grinning. "Now, letâs eat!" he said, grabbing Gabiâs hand as they ran inside together.
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As summer arrived, their friendship bloomed like the Yellow Jasmine in Gabi's backyard. They spent afternoons running through the sprinklers in Pedriâs backyard, screaming at the cold water, and then huddling under the same towel, teeth chattering.
Bath time was never boring when they stayed over at each otherâs houses. They would fill the bathtub with bubbles, giggling as they made beards out of foam. They had their ritual of splashing water three times, which meant they were officially "bath buddies for life."
At night, sleepovers were filled with whispers under blanket forts, drawing silly moustaches on each otherâs faces and daring each other to sneak into the kitchen for extra cookies. Their parents often found them asleep in the same bed, tangled together like puppies, completely inseparable.
The days grew colder, but their bond only grew warmer. They walked to school every morning, hands tucked into the same oversized jacket, sharing stories about their dreams and made-up adventures.
They built a "friendship contract," a silly paper signed in crayon that stated:
1. We are best friends forever.
2. No secrets between us.
3. If one of us gets in trouble, the other must take the blame too.
And they followed it like an unbreakable oath. When Pedri accidentally broke a classroom window with a soccer ball, Gabi stood beside him as the teacher scolded them both. When Gabi got scared of the dark during a school camping trip, Pedri held her hand all night.
Their group of friends expanded, but they always stayed a duo, finding each other in crowded rooms, always knowing where the other was without even looking.
But then puberty came into the picture. High school kids became more confident, and Gabi made a complete 360-degree flip look-wise. Suddenly, all those goons who had ignored her before started approaching her like she had just appeared out of nowhere. It was almost laughableâthese were the same people who, back in fifth grade, couldnât even pronounce her name properly.
Pedri remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day when Gabi had gone missing during recess. He had spent the entire break running around the school, checking every hallway, every classroom, every hidden corner. Only to find her later at his house, curled up in her usual spot by the sliding windowâher safe place. The same spot where she used to draw for hours, feed the ants, absentmindedly watch Barcelona matches with him, or quietly observe him play football.
The moment he saw her, he ran straight to her, wrapping her in a tight hug. She was crying her eyes out, barely able to speak between sobs.
âI hate my name,â she had whispered, her voice cracking. âWhy did my parents name me that?â
Pedri hated seeing her like this. He wanted to tell her it wasnât her nameâs fault. It was those stupid kids who didnât even try to learn it. But no matter how much he tried to convince her, she just wouldnât believe it.
So he had to think of something else.
âOkay, okay,â he had said, wiping her tears with his sleeve. âIf you donât like your name, weâll fix it.â
She sniffled, looking up at him. âHow?â
âIâll give you a nickname. Something cool. Something just for us.â
And thatâs how she became Gabi.
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It was that time of the year when everyone was getting rosesâGabi did too, a lot of them. But she didnât really care, not until Frederick asked her out on a date and confessed that he liked her. The problem? She didnât feel the same way.
That "Frederick incident" was like opening the floodgates. The following week, she found two love letters stuffed in her lockerâone sweetly asking her to be someone's Valentina, and another, from some overconfident idiot, straight-up proposing a one-night stand.
Like, what the fuck? Arenât we too young for this?
But none of it mattered. Because the only person she wanted to ask her out was Pedri.
Gabi sat in the cafĂ© area during recess, absentmindedly stirring her drink while venting to SofĂa about everything.
"...And I donât know, SofĂa. I thinkâno, I knowâI have feelings for Pedri."
This wasnât news to SofĂa. She had been hearing this same I-think-I-like-him speech for nearly two years now. So, this time, she didnât even pretend to be surprised. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and gave Gabi a straight-up suggestion.
"Then tell him."
Gabi nearly choked on her drink. "What?"
"Tell him." SofĂa shrugged. "And while you're at it, mention all the heartfelt gifts you've been getting this Valentine's Week. If he gets jealousâboom, thatâs your answer."
Gabi blinked. "...That's kinda evil."
"And?"
"...I like it."
It wasnât a bad idea. At the very least, sheâd finally figure out if Pedri had feelings for her. Or at least, what he really thought of her.
It had been two years since she first realized she had a big, fat, ridiculous crush on him. At first, she dismissed itâthought maybe it was just her hormones acting up, something that would go away in a week or two.
But then, summer betrayed her.
That was the summer she went to his regional finals with SofĂa, cheering for him like always. But this time, things were different.
This time, she realized she wasnât the only one who had a little crush on Pedri.
Girls from their schoolâand othersâwere holding banners with his name and jersey number scribbled across them. Some were literally chanting his name.
Gabi felt⊠weird. Like she had been cheering for him all these years, showing up to almost all of his matches, and now there were hundreds of other girls doing the same. But she pushed that feeling aside, telling herself it wasnât a big deal.
She followed SofĂa up the crowded stands and found a seat. Gabi pulled the plastic chair down with the back of her knee, letting it drop with a soft clunk. She settled into it, feeling the slight wobble beneath her. The hard plastic pressed against her backânot exactly comfortable, but familiar.
SofĂa plopped down beside her, and the row creaked slightly from the movement.
Then, the match began.
Pedri was everywhere, running across the field, assisting wherever he could. But the opposing team's defence was tough. The scoreboard stayed stuck at 0-0, no matter how hard they pushed.
Gabi was screaming her lungs out, pretty sure she wouldn't be able to speak tomorrow. With only five minutes left, the tension was unbearable.
Then, Pedri got the ball.
She thought heâd pass it to one of the strikersâhe was a midfielder, after all. But he didnât. He kept moving forward, cutting past defenders, pushing ahead.
And thenâ
GOAL.
Gabi jumped up, nearly toppling off her seat in excitement. The whole stadium erupted. Their school won.
The players rushed into a group hug on the field. The crowd went wild. Gabi was hugging SofĂa, jumping up and down. But in the middle of all the chaos, she noticed somethingâ
Pedri was looking for someone.
His eyes scanned the stands, searching, untilâ
Their gazes met.
Gabi froze.
For a second, everything else faded. The screams, the cheers, the celebrationsâit all blurred away, leaving just him.
She panicked, breaking the intense eye contact, forcing herself to play it cool. She raised her hand and gave him a casual thumbs-up.
Pedri smiledâand then, to her absolute horror, he gestured for her to come down to the field.
Wait, was this dummy seriously calling her down? In front of everyone?
Her thoughts spiralled, but before she could react, SofĂa shoved her forward.
âGo, idiot!â she laughed.
And so, with her heart hammering, Gabi made her way down the stands.
Before she even reached the bottom, Pedri was already running toward her.
And thenâ
He hugged her.
Sweaty, gross, out of breathâbut she didnât care.
When he finally pulled back, he reached for the medal around his neck, slipping it over her head instead.
"Thank you for coming, Gabi."
And just like that, he ran back to his team, leaving her standing thereâcompletely, utterly baffled.
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âMom, Dad, Iâm going over to Gabiâs. We have this history assignment due tomorrow, and I donât know when Iâll be back, soâgoodnight, love you!â
His mom sighed from the kitchen. âOh my god, this kid never does his work on time unless itâs football weâre talking about.â
His dad chuckled. âGood luck with that, but donât stay up too late.â
Pedri couldâve just walked up to the porch and knocked like a normal person. But whereâs the fun in that? Instead, he did what he always didâscaled the fence. He tossed his books, notebook, and pencil pouch over first, then hoisted himself up like a professional fence climber. At this point, he had probably broken some kind of record.
After gathering his stuff, he made his way to the front door and knocked. To his surprise, Gabiâs dad answered.
âOh, look whoâs hereâour little Pedri.â
Pedri huffed, crossing his arms. âNot so little anymore, Uncle.â
âHmm, I donât know, still looks pretty small to me,â her dad teased. âDid you have dinner, kiddo?â
âYup, just finished.â
âSo, howâs our little champion doing these days?â
âPretty goodâif it werenât for this boring history assignment thatâs due tomorrow. Other than that, lifeâs great.â
Her dad laughed. âAhh, so thatâs whatâs been keeping my daughter locked up in her room all day. No wonder she kicked me out when I tried calling her for ice cream.â He disappeared into the kitchen for a second before coming back with a tub of ice cream. âHere, take this. If youâre going to cry all night over some dead guyâs achievements, at least do it with ice cream.â
Pedri grinned. âUncle, youâre the best.â
âYeah, yeah. Now go, and tell Gabi not to stress too muchâsheâs already getting gray hairs.â
Pedri snorted. âWill do!â
He took the stairs two at a time, heading to Gabiâs room. As expected, One Direction was playing in the background. The sign on her door, which usually read Civilized people knock, now said:
Iâm busy. Donât call me. Even if something happens, call 092 instead.
Pedri shook his head. He didnât know why she even bothered printing these signs, but it was kind of cute.
Not that it mattered.
Because neither was he civilized, nor did he follow instructions.
Instead of knocking, he swung his leg and kicked the door open with a loud bang!
Inside, Gabi sat on the floor, surrounded by a hurricane of papers, textbooks, and her laptop. Her brows furrowed in concentration, her hair a mess, and her hoodie half off her shoulder. She looked like a cute little hamster drowning in historical tragedies.
She turned, glaring at him.
âPedriiiii!â she shrieked.
âHola to you too.â
âI have been waiting for your dumb ass! What took you so long?!â
Pedri raised a brow. âLet me stop you right there, missy. Some of us are actual humans who need food to function.â He glanced at her untouched water bottle. âUnlike you, who seems to be surviving on hydration alone.â
âAnd?â
âAnd thatâs not normal. Now sit, but eat something first. I donât need you passing out in the middle of the night.â
She huffed. âFine, fine. Now shut up and sit. We have a lot to work on.â
Pedri handed her the ice cream. âHere, Uncle said if weâre going to suffer, we might as well do it with sugar.â
What felt like hours passed as they buried themselves in the fall of the Roman Empire, Constantine shifting the capital to Byzantium, renaming it Constantinopleâblah, blah, blah. Half the ice cream was gone, and their assignment was almost finished.
At this point, they had shifted topics completelyâcelebrity drama, new shows, school gossip, and of course, football.
âI hope Barça wins against Osasuna,â Pedri said, stretching his arms.
âThey better,â Gabi muttered.
Then, out of nowhereâ
âOh! You know, I found these love letters in my locker.â
Pedri, who had been lazily flipping through his notes, immediately sat up straighter.
âWhat?â
âOne of them was really sweet,â she continued. âThen this guy asked me to be his Valentina and take me on a date.â
Pedriâs stomach twisted.
Oh, hell no.
She went on. âI really like handwritten letters, you know? But I donât know⊠And then thereâs also Frederick.â
Pedri clenched his jaw.
Frederick.
This dude again?
Lately, this guy had been popping up way too much. Pedri wanted to grab the love letter (which he was sure was hidden in that Converse box under her bed), shred it into tiny pieces, burn it, and then flush it out of her life forever.
But he couldnât do that.
Because Gabi didnât know that he liked her.
And on top of that, she was his best friend.
So he had to play it cool.
ââŠPedri?â
He snapped out of his murderous thoughts. âYeah, yeah, Iâm listening.â
âWell?â
âWell, donât you think you should be focusing on exams instead of Frederick?â
Oh, shit.
He immediately regretted saying that.
Gabi blinked. Then her expression turned stormy.
âExcuse me?â
Think, Pedri. Think.
He coughed. âI meanâuh, maybe you should give it a try with the letter guy instead. Who was it again?â
Gabi scoffed. âShut up, you donât know anything. Keep your advice to yourself, idiot.â
Now she was mad?
Wasnât she the one going on and on about these guys?
Pedri groaned, rubbing his temples. âHamster, I swear, your tiny brain is going to short-circuit. One second, youâre happy, the next, youâre screaming.â
She threw a crumpled paper at him. âYou need sleep, Gabi.â
âI donât need sleep. I need a break from you.â
âToo bad, Iâm helping you clean this mess before we sleep.â
âWhatever, dummy.â
âHey! Stop calling me that.â
âOr what?â She smirked.
âI will tickle you to death.â
Her eyes widened. âIf you even tryââ
Pedri lunged.
âPEDRI!â
She shrieked as he grabbed her waist, fingers digging into her sides, laughter bubbling out of her. She kicked at him, but he was stronger, trapping her in a merciless tickle attack.
âSTOP! YOU LITTLEââ
âSay Iâm the best.â
âNEVER!â
âOkay, then you leave me no choice.â
âPEDRI, I SWEAR TO GODââ
Just then, she kicked him off.
He tumbled onto the floor with a thud.
She huffed, pointing at the clock. âItâs 3:40 AM. My parents definitely locked the doors, assuming youâd be sleeping over. So if you donât want to sleep on the pavement, you better start cleaning.â
Pedri groaned. âYouâre such a witch.â
She smirked. âYou say it like itâs an insult.â
ââŠI hate you.â
âNo, you donât.â
Yeah. That was the problem.
He really didnât.
ââââ àšà§ ââââă
Part 2
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Porter & Bright Eyes Thoughts
I thought about this just before I went to sleep and I didn't forget about it when I woke up so I guess I need to write what I'm thinking down
When he'd heard that in 3 short years, the clan had gained three new vampires he wouldn't say he wasn't shocked. It wasn't like William to be rash with turnings but learning that it was Vincent and Sam, and subsequently Sam's new progeny that were the makers? He was intrigued.
Meeting Frederick was a boring affair to Porter, honestly. He was the exact kind of man he could see Samuel turning, bleeding heart that he had... and then there was Bright Eyes. Taciturn, stubborn, difficult Bright Eyes.
Their maker was a freshly turned newborn, they were easily the weakest vampire in the clan. And you'd never know it by looking at them. The turning did nothing to dull a defiant brightness that burned in their irises, in the sharp roll of their eyes. This was someone who would do well as a vampire, provided their clan was giving them the room they needed to be themselves.
And they weren't.
Bright was under constant scrutiny. They were blamed for their death and Frederick's as if they ever could have known what was hiding under Dahlia's facade of normalcy. It was as if they could do nothing right, even three years into their turning.
Porter had no interest in playing as their maker, in being any kind of older brother figure to one of the newest additions to the Solaires. They were out of the bloodlust, they'd been taught the rules and how to behave. It really was only a matter of time until they were fully independent and wouldn't need the intervention of more experienced vampires.
That didn't stop Porter from weaponizing Samuel's clearly bad relationship with his progeny to get under his skin. He'd called Sam a deadbeat dad more than once, even in front of Frederick or any of the other Solaires. He'd grinned and said that even Alexis was shown more grace than Bright.
He tried to ignore that there was a wave of actual anger behind his barbs.
Porter was many things but if anyone tried to call him stupid he would laugh in their face. He saw the forest for the trees, as it were. Bright had become a scapegoat to the Solaires, to Sam. It was easy to blame them because it was their choices that put them in the path of Quinn. And they died for it. Shouldn't that have been punishment enough?
It agitated a familiar sting when he saw the way Bright lingered on the outskirts of their family. William was trying his best with Bright but clearly, there was some bias there... burned by trusting Adam, no doubt. Their relationship with their friend Frederick was fraught. Sam had burned that bridge before he even had a chance to meet Bright in the middle.
By the time he'd returned to Dahlia, the newborns were weaned off of Sam. They'd learned enough to be independent and only need occasional guidance... so Bright had moved as far away from the Solaires as they could while still being in Dahlia... just in the opposite direction of Sam. The lines in the sand had been drawn long before he'd returned home.
Something about the way Bright seemed to hate their new life bothered him but not in the way Vincent had. He had more perspective on Vincent now and maybe that's what was getting under his skin.
Sam was turned when he explicitly asked not to be. That was bad. Vincent was turned when he wasn't able to give consent. That was bad. Bright Eyes was turned when they weren't able to give consent. That was their fault?
Being shortsighted and dangerously stubborn clearly wasn't as much of an issue to their favorite cowboy as Sam liked to pretend it was. Porter learned that quickly when he met Sam's partner... so the wolf was worthy of kindness but the newborn was not. The double standard grated on him.
Bright truly had no one in their corner in the Solaire clan... and before he knew it, he'd stepped up.
It started easily enough. Bright had some pent-up aggression to work out, the kind that Sam would tell them to just bottle up and be quiet. Not Porter. He'd take them out in the forest and they'd spar. He'd let them be as vicious as they needed to be until their tense muscles loosened.
If Alexis or even Sam were making their "harmless" little comments, he'd slide up beside them and show them what true vitriol looked like. He was Wiliam's vampiric hitman, not a young vampire's bodyguard. And yet. And yet seeing any bit of shit being thrown Bright's way pissed him off beyond belief.
Bright could talk about that night to someone who they knew wouldn't judge them. They could talk about their guilt, their frustration, all of it, to someone and know that their abrasiveness wouldn't turn it into an argument. He just listened.
Porter was teaching them the things that Sam wouldn't. They were learning how to love themselves in this new life. Things were different and maybe some of their relationships would never be the same again but they were a Solaire. That name held power and that power would allow them to have fun again.
By virtue of being a Solaire, they had access to quite a bit of money and Porter was willing to show them all the fun ways they could spend it. It wasn't really Bright's thing as much as breaking into abandoned places was but it was nice to get back at the Solaires a little bit, even financially.
(As if William didn't know and didn't have more money than they could ever spend.)
Being under Porter's wing was really bringing life back into Bright. They were happy again, even if it wasn't all the time. They didn't spend as much time alone, they weren't getting into arguments as much because they were spending less and less time around Sam and the others. Frederick was watching the wonderful side of his friend come back, even though it was from a distance.
Instead, they were spending time with Porter and learning what being a vampire was like through his eyes and not Sam's and they found the immortality they faced to be a lot more entertaining.
Porter knew enough about being the outcast to empathize with them. He was well aware of how strong they were and how hard it was for them to hold their tongue for the sake of "peace." So he didn't ask them to. They could be themselves, unapologetically. The clan would handle the fallout whether they like it or not, the same way they did for him.
He would never have imagined himself as a role model for anyone but after meeting Bright Eyes, he couldn't imagine anyone other than him fitting that role for his vampiric sibling. He shuddered at the idea of someone as fiery as Bright trying to model themselves after Vincent.
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here we goooooooo im talkin about quirin and var cuz theyâre so so interesting to me but like from a much different angle than i usually ever see
warnings off the bat: implications of incest and sexual abuse please dont read this if you think this could upset you
okay so. they live alone together. varian is an only child and his mom is not around, itâs just him and his dad. they live in a small town and as far as weâre aware varian has literally no other friends or meaningful relationship aside from the one he has with his dad until he meets raps. heâs regarded by most people as just kind of insane heâs not down to earth heâs got all these big ideas and heâs a clever but he puts this talent to often destructive uses. heâs not strong or dependable or a good farmer like most other people in his town seem to be, since itâs a farming town. this sets him apart and serves to isolate him even more. there arenât people who get him, there arenât people like him. nobody humors him except for his dad, nobody can handle him except for his dad. and this mindset is clearly something heâs carrying well into his teen years. and like thatâs going to mess you up man. varian is attached to quirin to an insane degree. losing his dad makes him start poisoning people and trying to kill people. he ruins his life and he doesnât care. he does not really see reaching out for help as an option anymore by the time he finds quirin in the amber cuz the next time he sees raps heâs dead set on doing whatever he has to do to get his dad back and heâs no longer open to divulging exactly what his plans are, even though heâs been offered help. heâs not making rational decisions anymore + is in a state of hysteria over this loss and canât function anymore. he depended on his dad for companionship and support on a level thatâs kind of unusual for someone his age and really unusual when you know he didnât have anyone else. and tbh? quirin in turn was kind of the same. heâs a good father but heâs also controlling. heâs hesitant to let varian outside of town. he seems to have no issues with that fact that varian canât form lasting relationships with anyone besides him. heâs lonely and has a rough history w the brotherhood. he doesnât seem to have any real friends aside from maybe frederick and even then.. they donât trust each other. he and varian are extremely dependent on each other. theyâre filling every role for each other. parent/child of course but theyâre also each otherâs best friend and and roomate to a degree confidant. there also emphasis on them having secrets they cant share with anybody else. and also varian sure does look exactly like his mother.
do i think there was overt intent to write something dark and strange into the relationship no of course not but i do think it puts and incredibly interesting spin on why they are the way they are and specially why varian behaves the way he does after qfad. he has been isolated his whole life and he is ridiculously dependent on his father and all of sudden that connection is gone. maybe forever. he does not have the support to deal with this and proceeds to take life-ruining action, because in his mind his life is over.
it also makes a lot of sense as to why heâd fall victim to andrewâs manipulation when heâs in prison. iâve seen people imply varian and andrewâs relationship and living situation was odd and suspicious and i very much agree i donât think they had a normal or appropriate relationship. and i think if you remember that varian has just lost the only person he ever had and is now at his lowest without anyone to turn to, his willingness to follow andrew despite usually being very clever and able to see through people makes sense. heâs looking for someone to stand in for the gap he now has. and if heâs always been used to having in appropriate relationships with no boundaries with older men in his life it would make sense that he wouldnât be able to recognize this as a red flag. (he also doesnât really have vedy appropriate boundaries w eugene when they first meet imo. like this is a theme for him) like i dunno. obviously i donât think any of this was intended in the writing but i think itâs the most interesting (albeit sad + fucked up) interpretation of his character and why he does what he does. anyway
#varian#but anyway. since im already talking about this#i also did not edit this after writing it so ignore typos thanku
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I do think Inigo's father support works better with Chrom, Robin, or Frederick
Inigo confesses that he had to appear invincible because everyone else kept relying on him for some kind of strength and reassurance even when his parents died which adds a lot of depth if he's a prince, child of a famous war tactician, or comes from a long line of knights
Plus, his dad always compares him to Lucina which only really makes sense coming from Chrom, or Chrom's best friends who would always view Lucina as an honorary niece or daughter
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#inigo fire emblem#chrom fire emblem#robin fire emblem#frederick fire emblem#laslow fire emblem#fe13#fire emblem awakening#fe#fire emblem
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Ranking Jane Austen heroes/men on how good of a father theyâd be?
I have faith that all of them would be good fathers. After all, Jane Austen clearly knows what bad fathers look like and she is pretty harsh about them (rightfully). I think all of them would be good in different ways, so instead of ranking, here is their dad type:
Fitzwilliam Darcy: Providing dad, his love language is buying his children expensive toys and praising their accomplishments to relations. He is definitely involved in education and discipline. Wee bit overprotective of his daughters, but you get it, he has valid reasons. Gives his sons handshakes instead of hugs.
Charles Bingley: Fun dad, he's not sure about this whole 'parenting' part... but Baby Charles, did you see this cool rock? Do you want to go up on Daddy's shoulders so you can see the elephant? Do you want to see Daddy's fencing swords? (Oh, good point Jane, we'll put those away for a few years...)
Frederick Wentworth: Teamwork dad, he knows that Anne could totally handle everything herself, but he's not afraid to help. He feels confident removing a toddler from someone's back after all. Occasionally cannot figure out what to do and stares helplessly at his wife.
George Knightley: Nurturing dad DOES BABY GEORGE NEED ANOTHER BLANKET? DOES HE NEED A SNACK? BABY GEORGE, IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOUR PRESENT COMFORT??? (No, Mr. Knightley, he's fine.)
Colonel Brandon: Affectionate dad, he cries when any of his children hits a major milestone. He feels the need to constantly hug and kiss his children. They are miracles, all of them are miracles, and he is going to make them happy and what happened to him and Eliza will never happen again! They need another hug
Edward Ferrars: Thoughtful dad, constantly thinking about what will make his children feel happy and loved. Encourages them to follow their dreams. Has minor panic attacks if he says or does anything that remotely reminds him of his own mother. Elinor assures him regularly that he's doing an excellent job (because he is).
Edmund Bertram: Interactive dad, takes time to discuss their lessons and answer questions. Very anxious about his children's moral education. Will take the time to draw lines on their letter paper. Will never admit he's wrong even when he makes a mistake.
Henry Tilney: Perfect dad, like honestly, have you met him? He's a 10/10, all the best parenting traits rolled into one man. AND YET, his oldest son thinks he's totally lame.
Bonus: Frank Churchill left his child at Kensington Gardens once twice, but Jane never found out so it doesn't count.
Bonus bonus: Robert Martin totally has a mini-me son who rides beside him on a pony.
#jane austen#question response#great question!#I lied I rated Henry Tilney 1#henry tilney supremacy#Fun fact: all women who read Northanger Abbey ovulate when they get to the country walk chapter#Austen heroes#but honestly I think they would all be good#and Henry's children will groan at all of his jokes#It will be very sobering for him
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My thoughts on Ep. 4 - I Plunge to My Death, A rant
First off, Sally and baby Percy scene was so cute. I swear to god, no one will ever top Sally Jackson for being the best mortal parent in the series.
That Percabeth bonding scene in the train. Bruh, I cannot wait for the Kindness International truck and Waterland scenes.
Annabeth opening up about her Dad and Percy utterly shocked that not all mortal parents are like his Mom.
Frederickâs college ring on Annabethâs necklace. To non book-readers, yes, that's her Dad's name.
Annabeth having to earn Thaliaâs respect.
Luke caring for Annabeth right away just makes it more gut-wrenching and heart-breaking with what heâs about to do. (SPOILER ALERT) âFamily, Luke. You promised.â
Grover being super grouchy when he doesnât get enough sleep. And as someone in their twenties, I totally could relate to him.
This convo:
Percy : Can I ask a dumb question?
Annabeth: It's like you need me to make fun of you.
That's it, that's their relationship.
Mentioning the god of the wild, Pan, and that there are searchers for him.
How that convo basically went:
Train Cop: I donât think you wanna take that tone with me, little girl.
Annabeth: EXFUCKINGCUSE ME?
Grover: Annabeth, no-!
Echidna calling the cops on 3 minors, just screams typical Karen behavior.
The St. Louis Arch being an actual temple of Athena is a nice change from Annabeth just wanting to go sightseeing.
This convo:
Percy: You've done more for me in the past few days than my father has done in my entire life. If I had to stick with someone, I-
Annabeth: Careful, I think you were about to call me a friend.
Percy: *stumbles because of the poison from the stinger*
Annabeth: *catches him*
Again, thatâs their relationship.
Annabeth and Grover splashing water at Percy at a fountain when thereâs a big-ass river nearby. Idk, but I find that funny.
Athena letting Echidna and the Chimera into the Arch because it wounded her pride? OH, HELL NO!
Athenaâs Logic: Punish her devotee because someone close to them did something that wounded her pride. Medusa=Poseidon; Annabeth=Percy. She didnât even gave a f*ck that the devotee in question is her own daughter. WTF, ATHENA!
I always thought Zeus has the crown for being the deadbeat absent godly parent, but Athena is slowly giving him a run for his money.
Annabeth deciding to sacrifice herself so Percy and Grover can continue the quest. WTF!
Percy tricking Annabeth into taking the final stand himself. Dude, your fatal flaw is showing.
Annabeth having to deal with a forbidden child sacrificing themselves for her safety AGAIN (With Thalia, and now Percy). Girl must be traumatized.
Grover having to go through it again as well.
The Chimera being terrifying than how non clear-sighted mortals see it.
Poseidon âalways been here/so hard for me to stand backâ Daddy to the rescue.
This:
Percy: *gets stuck underwater*
Nereid: Itâs okay. You father sent me-
Percy: Oh, hell no! *tries to swim harder*
Percy only now realizing he can breath underwater. Like, of course, he can. He's Poseidon's kid.
We're only in Episode 4 and it's already so good. Can't wait for the episode 5.
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Hello, I'm a Napoleonic Era fan who's interested in learning more about Frederick William III (and his wife)!
I've been struggling to find resources as language barriers have proven difficult (I am an English speaker), and Frederick just doesn't get enough coverage like other Napoleonic figures.
You're the only Frederick enthusiast I can find on this site, so I'd love to hear any facts you have about him or any resources/articles/books if possible!
I'd love to learn more about the Hohenzollern dynasty in general, they seem like interesting folk! :-)
Hallo! I'm very happy to talk about Friedrich Wilhelm III and Luise :D
First, let me direct you to my partners blog @waifu-napoleon! They also have a lot of information about Friedrich.
The books I am usually reading are unfortunately all in German, and I can't really find any useful information on English books. Sorry! But I can provide translated book passages on my blog, which I will soon resume (hopefully sooner than later).
10 little facts about Friedrich:
1. He had a very funny/abrupt way of talking. My tag '#Frederick Williams speech pattern' has a few examples of this, where I loosley translated quotes from my books.
2. Directly after the battle of Jena-Auerstedt, he was evading French troops for 26 hours, without food and only his horse as a companion. He was awake the entire time and was asking around in villages for the nearest safe city where he then collapsed as soon as he knew he was safe.
3. He was always seen as a bit weird and "dry", even around his troops in his days as crown prince. But everyone directly noticed a change in his behaviour as soon as he and Luise were engaged. He seemed happier and more relaxed, and even made "dirty" jokes, which Luise taught him in their letters to each other.
4. When he and his family where in exile in Königsberg in East Prussia, he apparently liked to go swimming in the Baltic Sea.
5. In general the Royal family liked to play "hit the pot" or "blindsman buff". I'd like everyone to picture Friedrich Wilhelm, crawling on the floor with a blind fold around his eyes, trying to hit a pot. Possible getting attacked by his kids because we all know if dad is already on the ground, it's the best way to tackle him even further (it was stated in my books that he did roll around with his kids on the floor).
6. Luise and him had a little summer residence called "Paretz". In there, they had three rooms for themselves: his office, her living room and their shared bedroom (which was very uncommon in that time, that a royal couple would share a bedroom). The other rooms were for the kids, dining, balls, servants etc.
7. He liked uniforms very much, so much so that when he was still a younger crown prince, he would try different ones on in his room in secret.
8. He stuck a rowanberry up his nose when he was a kid and was scolded by his teacher for it.
9. His relationship with his father was very bad. His father said upon hearing of Friedrich Wilhelm's birth that he wished "that thing would've never seen the light". So Friedrich actually grew up without having felt proper love towards himself most of his life. His father preferred his kids from his other wives and mistresses. But when he died, Friedrich Wilhelm let his way younger half-brothers and sisters come before him and Luise and said: Look, these are my father's other kids. I shall love them like they're my own.
10. He hated tragedies, whether as books or as plays. He preferred lighter stories and used them also to distract himself from bad situations. When one of his and Luises sons died young, he went to the theatre for example. He often just sat between the common folk and tried to blend in with them by wearing a simple black coat.
And a bonus fact I just remembered!
Friedrich hated being the centre of attention. So much that he often tried to get to places unseen, such as when he was still a crown Prince. Him, his brother and his father were staying in a city and were supposed to be picked up the next morning by carriages and bought to their military camps while the attention of the city was upon them. But Friedrich snuck out of his room and went all the way by foot an hour earlier so he could get away without being seen or noticed.
So... those were a lot of facts about him haha. I hope I could somewhat help, but feel free to always ask more, I am always happy to talk about him!
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Imagine baby Clarke coming to visit george on his tour, would defo be either a london show or Bristol, baby girl would be so confused but happy to see her daddy either way â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžđđ
pleeeeeeease, that's adorable!!
before the show, george can't put her down.
with george and max travelling for two weeks, all around the country, they deemed it unfair to make their little lady travel long distances to be able to be with and see her daddy everyday... so they decided that yn and baby girl clarkey would come and attend the most important show - the final london date in may.
he walks around backstage with her on his hip, showing her off to all his production crew, disappearing out on stage to show her just what daddy did when he wasn't at home, as yn stays in the dressing room with max and andrew and the two arthur's and he really takes in the moment before him. the empty shepherds bush venue, the set-up for their last show for the podcast tour, the way that the silence would soon before filled with the cheers and the screams of those that were excited to come and see him and his best friend waffle nonsense on stage for over an hour.
"you've been very quiet today."
he turns on his heels and looks into the wings of the stage, seeing his girlfriend stood with her very own useless hotline t-shirt tucked into her ripped jeans, a grin on his lips.
"i'm just feeling very happy today," he says, adjusting his daughter on his hip as she plays with the chain of his necklace hanging around his neck, "the last sold out show, the last night, and i've got all the best people in my life here tonight. my best friends, my girlfriend and my baby."
"you're not going to cry, are you? because i'm still an emotional wreck from having our little one so you need to pre-warn me if there will be any tears. she may be almost one but i'm still such a huge hormonal monster inside," she laughs softly, wrapping her arm around his waist and squeezing him against her side, "you deserve all of this, george. i'm so proud of you."
"it feels so surreal, still," he wraps his free arm around her shoulders and presses a kiss to her forehead, "thank you for being here tonight. i know it's tough with the little one and all."
"we wouldn't miss it for the world," she tells him and he can't wipe the silly grin on his face, "we'll be sat backstage, waiting for you to come back, so we can all celebrate for a bit. i'm guessing you're out after the show tonight?"
he nods.
"max has booked out a club for us. you sure you don't want to get a babysitter and come along?"
yn shakes her head and pinches her little girl's cheek, "you deserve to celebrate tonight, okay? i'll wait up for you though, in case you need some assistance up those stairs."
he chuckles softly and shakes his head. there's commotion that went on behind them as the crew continued setting up the stage, adding the finishing touches to everything before the show went ahead, and it felt like their moment to start moving backstage so they had the room to carry on. walking slowly back to the dressing room, greeting people on the way back, entering the room to see everyone tucking in to some pre-show pizza that had been brought in.
"pizza for everyone," max grins widely as he held a crust to a pizza slice in his hand, tomato sauce smeared around his lips and across his teeth, "grab it before the human dustbin grabs some."
he looks at george with a smirk and all george can do is rolls his eyes back at him, "i am not a dustbin. i just really love pizza, okay? and yn knows that already, idiot."
baby clarke gets a little agitated when george says goodbye and does a little wave in her direction, pressing a kiss to her forehead before a kiss is placed on yn's lips, and she cries for just a moment until arthur (frederick) takes her from yn, to which she passes her over, and gives her a little cuddle to fill in the void of missing her dad.
"come to your funcle, baby clarkey," he grins widely, setting her on his hip and forgetting the plastic cup full of his alcoholic beverage, "shall we go watch daddy from the side of the stage?"
"please be careful with her, okay?" yn warns him gently and arthur smiles softly, lifting up baby clarkey's fist and waving in yn's direction, "you're an idiot."
"i promise i'll bring her back soon, yn. she'll be okay with me," arthur promises and yn smiles softly, settling herself in the chair that was once george's as he got himself ready for the night, her eyes looking up at the television screen that showed what was happening out on the stage, "back before the interval, you have my word."
and once the show had ended, and arthur's performing his two songs to close out the night for everyone, yn joins them on stage with baby clarkey on her hip as they dance along to the music. joe is out on the stage first, followed by andrew, and arthur's a little reluctant to show his face out there until yn agrees to follow him out and he follows her close behind.
and as soon as george sees them, he's reaching for his little girl so he can have a little dance and a boogie with her, which leaves yn with max and andrew as arthur blasts his lungs out with his new song. and baby clarke loves every second of the time on stage; giggling, waving at people as george shows her what to do, kicking her legs out and it makes people in the audience absolutely adore the moment. xx
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Morley Cottage was the final test for prospective new members of the royal family, simultaneously a beloved familial retreat and a blood-soaking proving ground where âsuitabilityâ was formally assessed. Frederick spoke of the moldering old house often, golden-tinged nostalgia dressed up as gripes about frigid showers and forced togetherness. He had no idea about the impending divorce and Emily didnât want to be the one to tell him.
It was more than six hours from the capital to Morley. A lengthy car ride up the coast, a ferry across the channel, an hourâs drive inland. Frederick insisted that they make the whole journey by land and by sea. Tradition, heâd said, and although heâd spoken in the same dour tone heâd used to lay out his grievances about the antique boiler and the interminable family meals, heâd been grinning. He was excited to bring her there, excited to share this part of himself, his family, and his childhood with her.
Sitting beside him in the car, listening to him chattering obliviously, she wanted to throw up.
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author's note: Thank you to @sirianasims and @hannahssimblr for the help choosing screenshots for this post, I really appreciate it!
Transcript under the cut.
Elise, alone in the sitting room at Morley Cottage, stares morosely at a display of family pictures. She hears noises outside, where two of her children have arrived with their romantic partners in tow. FREDERICK | ...seriously? ROSALIND | What? FREDERICK | You brought her with you? Are you insane? ROSALIND | [ sighs ] Hello Frederick. MARY | Hey Freddy. How was your drive? FREDERICK | Yeah. Hi. Great. Good to see you, Mare. FREDERICK | Roz...aren't you in enough trouble already? She wasn't invited, Dad's going to be pissed. ROSALIND | Dad can get over it. I invited her, and she's not going anywhere. FREDERICK | No ring, no bring. That's always been the rule! ROSALIND | [ offscreen ] I'm not going to argue with you, Freddy. FREDERICK | [ offscreen ] Yeah, because you know I'm right! It had been years since they had all lived under the same roof, but Frederick and Rosalind were still keenly attuned to their mother. When Elise emerged from within the old house, they fell silent at once, their argument temporarily forgotten. The Queen was dressed entirely in gray. The one spot of brightness on her person was the diamond engagement ring the King had given her thirty years before, which flashed like cold fire even in the thin light of an overcast February afternoon. To Emily's eyes, she looked ol: thin and tired, pale and gray as smoke, her gaunt face a mask of exhaustion. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse. ELISE | All of you, keep it down. Your father's resting. [ sighs ] Hello, Mary. MARY | Your Majesty, I'm sorry I've turned up unannounced. I hope it's not a major inconvenience. ELISE | [ sighs [ Stand up. You know we don't bother with protocol on vacation. ELISE | ...I think it's for the best that you're here. ELISE | Come on inside, then. ROSALIND | ...did you say Dad was already here? ELISE | [ sighs ] I said he's resting, Roz. You'll see him at dinner. ROSALIND | Well, when's dinner? I need to talk to him before then... EMILY | [ quietly ] Hey...I need to tell yo something. MARY | [ quietly ] Hm? EMILY | [ quietly ] I need your advice. MARY | [ quietly ] Why? What's up? EMILY | [ quietly ] No, not here! Inside! MARY | Wow, must be some secret. EMILY | You have no idea...
#sims community#ts4#ts4 story#ts4 storytelling#ts4 royals#ts4 royal family#armorica story#chapter 4#behind the scenes#character: elise sutton#character: frederick st. fleur#character: rosalind st. fleur#character: mary yokoyama#character: emily chandra
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Back on my Fire Emblem Awakening AU bullshit, this time with a Gundam AU????? Bc why not, I guess (warning: I am a VERY casual Gundam/mech enjoyer, so the lore is shaky at best).
In no particular order, in some very half-formed thoughts:
So the obvious first question is why a Gundam AU, and like idk, the series so often focuses on the impact of war, esp on a human level, and also often features young folks in war like!! Thatâs Fire Emblem!!!
For how Ylisse (the continent) translates -- a grouping of three colony stations that form a larger colony (Ylisse - Plegia - Ferox) that are run by their own governments that are supposed to work together as each station is designed to produce a resource necessary for life in the colony (water, food, electricity???)
Plegia is coordinating an attack to take over Ylisse, using a secret weapon they've been creating for decades: GRiMA. (Not sure what that stands for, but obv it's a mech). Built specifically to be piloted by a specific child (Robin) -- perhaps their DNA is incorporated into the mech??? (Bc dubious science is necessary)
Robin (F!Robin or M!Robin, you choose) found floating in a space suit near Colony Ylisse -- found by the Shepherds organization, which helps organize travel between colonies. They assume Robin is a citizen of Colony Ylisse since they were found nearby, but when they bring them to the medic bay, they find no record of them. When Robin wakes up, they also have no memory and they can't even remember their name.
Not knowing what to do with Robin, Chrom offers to look after them and show them around. Robin joins on the work day to try and jog their memory. Nothing comes up, but is really knowledgable about the machinery the Shepherds are working on. They're short staff that day, so Robin agrees to help out.
When working, Robin sees a machine that catches their eye (Chrom's mech, named Falchion bc duh), then notices another one being worked on that isn't yet complete: ROBiN (my subtlety is mighty indeed)
Chrom notes that the mechs are to make transporting resources between colonies easier? Repairing the colonies easier?
Robin recognizes pieces of the mech/understands how it works, which is pretty odd since it's new tech!
The mechs designed by following blueprints Chrom's dad had (based on designs he took from Plegia, but we don't know this yet at this point in the story). Initially designed as a war machine, but Emmeryn had Colony Ylisse engineers repurpose the design to be more peaceful/useful?
Plegia attacks Colony Ylisse in mechs! The colonies aren't fitted with any exterior guns, so Chrom has to use Falchion to go out on his own. Chrom is doing okay, but is only one person. Robin says they can help, but Chrom's second in command (Frederick) doesn't trust them to operate new tech. Robin convinces Frederick to let them join so they can help, and Frederick reluctantly agrees (knows very little about the machine).
During the fight, the mech Frederick and Robin are in gets hit pretty hard, and Frederick ends up getting knocked out, so Robin has to take over and is able to use the mech well. Alongside Chrom (and with the Shepherds sending escape pods towards Plegia's mechs as projectiles? IDK, they help somehow) they fight off Plegia.
Robin gets their name from the mech they pilot -- opportunity to explore their identity using the mechs (GRiMA & ROBiN) as a narrative device?
Much else is the same plot wise, I imagine (for the first part of Awakening, at least -- no clue how the children would come in)
Although, with each colony stations dependant on the other, warring with the other colony stations could have opportunity for commentary on the price of greed or the threat of individualism? Mutually assured destruction? IDK it's a Gundam AU, there's gotta be some representations on the Horrors of War
For some added angst: Robin's sibling (F!Robin or M!Robin, depending on your preference) is forced to pilot GRiMA in Robin's absence (perhaps their sibling helped them escape Plegia but was unable to get away themselves?).
That's it for now, but feel free to add. I won't be writing this (too many ongoing long fics), but would love to read it if this flavour of AU strikes anyone's creative fancy.
#This is deeply embarrassing#and self indulgent#but this is my blog#and I must embrace the cringe#fe13#fire emblem#fire embem awakening#fe:a#fe: awakening#what other media franchise will I hit next#only time will tell#again#incredibly niche#gundam#mecha
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Sick and Tired
Rating: T
Relationship: Germania + German Bros
Word Count: 775
Read on AO3
Author's Note: This was supposed to be fore German Bros week, but it turned more into a Gil and Germania fic than a Gil and Lud fic. So it will be it's own separate thing. But still...I wanted to release it on the same day. Based on a teen dad prussia au I have.
It had been a long day and a long night. Poor Ludwig had come down with his first cold, and given it was the weekend, it was Gilbertâs turn to take care of him. Gilbert had finally gotten him to sleep and was sitting down to start on his studying when a raspy cry rattled down the hall.
âShit,â Gilbert muttered under his breath.
He tried to focus on his textbook and the notebook in front of him. He read the sentence over and over, the meaning of the words getting drowned out by the cries.
âIn 1741, Frederick the GreatâŠâ he read aloud, hoping that would get him to focus. âFredrick the Great achievedâŠAgh.â
He pressed his hands against his ears, screwing his eyes shut.
When the crying continued, Gilbert finally shot up and strode down the hallway. He threw open the door, it slammed against the nearby wall. For a moment, Ludwig stopped crying. Until he started right up again after getting over his shock. Gilbert groaned.
He picked up the baby and began rocking him. Bouncing him back and forth, frustrated.
âShhhhh,â Gilbert hushed, âYouâre fine. Itâs fine. Youâll feel better if you sleep, you know?â
Rock and plead, rock and plead. It went on for an hour. But with his tired brain and Ludwigâs constant screaming, time was lost on Gilbert.
âJust please be quiet,â Gilbert begged, vision blurring with tears. âPlease⊠please⊠please.â
Gilbert swayed slightly. He couldnât tell if he was dizzy from being overwhelmed or tired or maybe he hadnât drunk enough water today. He pulled himself over to the rocking chair and began rocking Ludwig once more.
But no matter what, Ludwig wouldnât stop crying, face beet red.
Gilbert sniffed, pulling Ludwig closer and just breaking down into sobs.
âWhatâs going onââ A voice started to ask, only to cut himself off. A shadow shuffled amongst the darkened room.
âPapaâŠâ Gilbert blubbered, finding his father kneeling in front of him.
âSomeone still not feeling too good?â Adalbert asked, rubbing Ludwigâs head.
Gilbert shook his head no, swallowing thickly. âIâm sorry.â
âHush now.â
Adalbertâs hand came to rest on Ludwigâs forehead. âFever.â
He nodded to himself, rising to his feet, and headed to Ludwigâs closet. He pulled out a thinner set of PJs.
âGive him to me,â Adalbert instructed.
Gilbert handed Ludwig over tiredly. He collapsed back into the rocking chair. He couldnât watch as his father dressed Ludwig in the lighter closed. He buried his head in his hands, tears soaking his palms. Why couldnât he stop?
He hadnât even noticed that Adalbert had taken Ludwig out of the room. When Gilbert finally looked up, he scoured the room frantically.
Luckily Adalbert returned a few minutes into Gilbertâs search.
âDonât worry, I just was giving him a little lukewarm bath,â Adalbert explained, âDid wonders for you when you were a baby.â
And it seemed Ludwig took after Gilbert in that way. He was already dozing off in Adalbertâs arms.
âIâm sorry,â Gilbert mumbled wetly.
âYou have nothing to apologize for. You did your best. Especially considering youâre under stress about that test. Speaking ofâŠâ He placed Ludwig back in the crib. âYou should have come to me. I could have taken care of him today.â
âBut heâs my responsibility, Iââ
âGilbert.â Adalbertâs voice was stern and his eyes cool. Gilbert winced. âWhen we decided to go through with this, you promised your studies would come first and Iâd support you and Ludwig to make that happen.â
âBut we also said the weekend would be my time to take care of him.â
Adalbert sighed. âYes. But the importance of your studies trumps that. So right now, I want you to go to bed and sleep. Iâll take care of Ludwig tomorrow until you finish studying.â
Gilbert wanted to argue, feeling like a failure and that his father was angry at him. But he knew it was fruitless. He joined Adalbert beside the crib, wanting to at least check Ludwig one more time.
He looked so peaceful now. Still a little sick, but at least he wasnât sobbing. Tears burned behind Gilbertâs eyes.
âI think he likes you better,â Gilbert choked.
Adalbert put a hand on his shoulder. âI think he likes you just as much.â
Ludwig cooed at them, little hands reaching out, not to Adalbert but to Gilbert. Gilbert quirked a brow. Cautiously, Gilbert reached out, letting Ludwig grasp his finger. After a few minutes, Ludwig closed his eyes and was fast asleep.
When Gilbert turned back to his father, Adalbert had a small smile on his face. âWhat did I tell you?â
Gilbert returned the smile.Â
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give me a darius hc yap session
quick disclaimer that some of these might not align as well with his current portrayal but in MY defense i had a year and a half before chaos theory aired to come up with and get attached to these headcanons. you're gonna have to pry them out from my cold dead hands at this point
bisexual, acespec, cisgender and autistic! demiromantic darius is as close to being canon without actually being canon, but i'm also fond of asexual and aroace darius â€ïž
more of a night owl than he is an early bird. it's not so much that he dislikes mornings, he just likes 2 am hyperfocus sessions more LOL. he gets better about it once he starts working full-time since he's kind of forced to adhere to a consistent sleep schedule, but he's right back at it the moment he gets any time off
took after his dad in more ways than just his love for dinos. they played a lot of video games together before frederick passed đ„ș
i've talked about this at least twice on my blog already but i'm bringing it up again because i can: added six (6) beads to his raptor necklace to represent each member of the camp fam post-nublar, i.e. each new member of his family. this one might get revised so it's four (4) beads instead though (one for kenji, one for brand, one for his mom and one for himself)âi've seen a lot of people come up with their own "matching xyz" headcanons for the nublar 6 (e.g. bracelets, tattoos), so i might steal one of those for myself if i go through with changing the bead headcanon
SPEAKING OF TATTOOS. he gets a gallimimus tattoo in honor of his dad. yasmina is honored when darius asks her to illustrate the concept đ„č
could maybe prepare himself a halfway decent meal if he actually had the patience for it, but usually resorts to putting together some kind of scrappy looking boy dinner for himself most nights. it's not just the self-loathing and isolation he's just like this
total blanket hog. it's never intentional but whenever he's sharing a bed with somebody he always manages to steal the comforter all for himself in the middle of the night. it is the single-most selfish thing he is guilty of đ
would make THEE best dungeon master if the nublar 6 ever started their own DND campaign. i think the only thing he'd struggle with is letting players make decisions that feel incongruent with the story he's trying to tell, but he learns how to compromise eventually. otherwise he's FANTASTIC. top-notch worldbuilding, NPCs that you actually want to engage with, an interesting plot ... he probably spends TOO much time prepping for his sessions but it's what makes them so fun
and those are just some of the HCs i can remember right off the top of my head! if i can think of any more then i might reblog with my additions later âșïž
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