#fedri

[hugs4pedri]

my favorite couple

[71078]

Look at how he’s staring at ferran… up-and-downing him and then licking your lips in PUBLIC have some shame 🤭🤭

[agardenofbasil]

i really loved your threesome fic with pedri and gavi and ferran 🫶 do you think you can write smth for ferran and pedri too?

I’m glad you enjoyed 3Os! I don’t know a lot about Ferran, so his personality in that fic is probably wrong as hell haha. That being said, I don’t think I have him down accurately, but I did write something very brief about this one video where Ferran and Pedri are using exercise bands and the person who posted it said that Pedri must’ve collapsed against Ferran at least once, so I wrote what that could possibly look like.

I don't know if I'll continue this one, but here’s what I came up with for that day’s writing exercise:

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What the fuck are these exercises even for?

Pedri’s tired. Exhausted. It’s the fourth time in a row he’s paired up with Ferran for this exercise, who, mind you, weighs at least ten more kilos than him. Flick says that’s the point, but is it really? Every time he gets a touch on the ball, Ferran yanks him back.

“Stop that!” 

“What?! That’s what I’m supposed to do-”

“No, you’re supposed to stay-”

“If I stay, you’re going to crash into me-”

“Shows how much you know!” Pedri huffs. “You’re tugging me back too soon.”

Ferran smirks. “You just worry about your own cute ass.”

Pedri rolls his eyes. “Yeah? Like the view?”

“What can I say? I enjoy watching you fuck up,” Ferran solemnly answers, still smirking while he grips the band. It’s slack as they bicker, but everyone else has gotten the exercise down. Everyone except them. “Get the ball again.”

“What’s the point? You’re just going to tug me back before I can.”

“That’s the fucking point, Pedri.”

Pedri throws his hands up and turns away, reaching for the ball. Whatever, he thinks. What Pedri’s not gonna do is make a fuss, which is what Ferran wants anyways. Despite being the closest of friends, Ferran loves getting under his skin, more so than usual these days. And especially during this particular warm up. Maybe he does like watching me fuck up. Pedri positions the ball before adjusting the band. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are, Pepi.”

Pedri grits his teeth. God, is Ferran really testing his patience today. Still, he feels Ferran brace his legs tightly onto the ground, stretching the band, and Pedri secures his left foot behind him, ready to dash forward.

And then Ferran tugs back.

“I give up!”

“What?! I’m doing exactly what-”

“It’s like you’re trying to make us fall-”

“No, the fuck I’m not-”

One of the coaches tells them to settle down, and Flick gives them the look, so both of them shut their traps and go back into their positions.

“I miss Gavi-”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing,” Pedri says sweetly.

Now it’s Ferran who looks supremely pissed. “Wanna do it your way? Fine. By all means.” He stands his ground, legs wide. “Go.”

And, for once during this stupid exercise, Pedri finally feels his foot connect with the ball.

But then, all at once, Ferran steps back and tugs on the band.

And Pedri, unprepared for the forward’s antics, loses his balance and flies backward. He crashes into Ferran’s chest, and both fall to the ground, Pedri sprawled out onto Ferran’s lap.

Everyone around them laughs. Pedri scrambles to get up, but loses his footing yet again because of the band and collapses back between Ferran’s legs.

Except this time, Ferran quickly wraps his arm around the midfielder’s waist.

“Wait,” he says, voice hoarse.

“What, what’s-”

Pedri freezes.

Underneath him, and very obviously through his shorts, Ferran's cock is hard and pressed up against Pedri’s ass.

I hate this exercise.

[emmapablogavira]

supportive husband 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[pedrigavi]

why do they look like they’re holding hands

[ftorres-9]

We all need to start taking bets as to when the hard launch is going to be because it’s getting insane these idiots aren’t even being subtle no more

[da3drat]

nobody asked but have a quick 3 line wip wednesday because this interaction has me snickering to myself

"Ah," Hler said behind her. He sounded pleased, almost smug. "You must be overwhelmed from meeting the Lady. Yes, it is only natural to find yourself awed in the presence of the Goddess, I assure you this is normal." Meri glanced at him over her shoulder and his smug smile quickly melted away to a bemused grimace. Clearly Meri's particular brand of awe was not, in fact, normal. "Erm, do you need a glass of water?"

I'm pretty sure everyone I know has been tagged already? @oblivionposting I'm tagging you idk if you've got smth you're working on.

[ribboncrownstower]

I've been waiting for this moment since I was 12

[hugs4pedri]

Barca Admin: What did you GET?

Ferran: I GAVE Pedri

homosexual

[emmapablogavira]

[igorlevchenko-blog]

A fragment of my upcoming painting, depicting Tholer Saryoni, Archcanon of Tribunal Temple, giving a missive intended for Fedris Hler at the Temple of Almalexia in Mournhold, to one of his agents—an imposing Khajiit (that would be the first for me) blademaster named Leonidas.

[boethiah]

nerevarine, you have been a good and faithful servant to me, and i believe now that you are the child of prophecy. my nerevar, returned to me at last! your goddess has another task for you. please go stand on the giant red X i have painted on the temple floor. do this and i will be very pleased with you. do not look towards fedris hler in the corner holding a large rope, he does this to serve morrowind.

[aladaylessecondblog]

Severed Destiny, pt. 13

*Dagoth Ulen*

It had been a long time since Dagoth Ulen had left Kogoruhn, but it was not as though he minded. Whatever lay outside those walls, he did not want or need to remember. In memory there was only pain, the echo of his daughter's suffering which Lord Dagoth had wiped clean.

It was all he had asked of his Lord - to know his daughter was gone was one thing, but that was ALL he wanted to remember of her end. Take the horror I saw out of my head and my life is yours!

He had begged it on his knees before an ash statue, tears streaming down his face, after lengthy addictions to sujamma and skooma had not been enough. He had begged his new Lord to take the pain away.

Lord Dagoth had done it, earning in return most faithful service. Instead of the butchery he'd witnessed, there was now nothing, and though over time he began to lose more, there were always a few stray memories of happiness.

Ulen had been posted at Kogoruhn, at the former seat of House Dagoth, to assist Lord Uthol in guiding the souls that came there. To instruct those beneath him in worship. And in this manner had the years passed.

In his dreams this night there had come an order, directly from Lord Dagoth himself. An order that was close to his heart.

Dagoth Ulen, your Lord has need of you.

"Anything I may do for you shall be done." Ulen prostrated himself and rose only after He insisted on it. After a pause he spoke again. "What do you wish of me?"

Dagoth Ur seemed to hesitate, before forging forward. Long have I mourned the previous Nerevarine, and now, as you may have heard, there is another.

Ulen waited.

She is my daughter. I ask you to be frank with me, for as you have been a father before, you may think of things that simply do not occur to me.

What cruelty, Ulen thought, what savagery from Azura, to punish all sides for perceived sin by making the child the Nerevarine! And yet the honor this afforded him, to be taken so deeply into his Lord's confidence!

"How old is she? What have you managed to learn of her?" He did not beg pardon for asking these questions - he could feel there was no need to do so.

Lord Dagoth explained what he knew, what Orvas Dren had told him. That the girl of fifteen years was Sadara's child, that she had grown up in Ebonheart, right under everyone's nose. That she had been taken in by Vivec once she entered his city, and had only left to go to Tel Fyr.

The unspoken fear - that was visible to him - that either Azura or the false god would pour poison in the child's ear - seemed to rise. But more than that was the fear of her death.

It was clear that she still lived, because He had not felt her die, as He would if anyone with the divine disease did. But still Ulen saw what he had once seen in himself.

"Does she know she is your blood?"

She does, but I believe she fears me. The first time I appeared before her, she reached for a weapon.

"However distressing, natural for one who comes so early to the title of Nerevarine. She may have been fed on tales of your power even before she came to the false god's temple, who might also have told her you desire her death."

I am sure I do not need to tell you I desire anything but. If I should have her brought here for her own safety, she may not understand...and I do not wish to give her reasons to fear me. But...

"No father deserving of the title wishes his child to fear him," Ulen said, and then addressed the trailing off, "But?"

But it is necessary. I lost Nerevar, I lost her mother...I will not lose her as well.

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*Almalexia*

She overheard the child's conversation with Fedris easily, despite the slight muffling provided by the helmet.

"Ahh...you're the one who has recently arrived in Mournhold from Vvardenfell. I was told of your arrival. I understand you had some problems with the Dark Brotherhood. An interesting group...and usually rather effective."

"Not this time," Haj-deek said confidently, "I was asleep when the...assassin...struck me, and still managed to live. I...could call it luck, I suppose."

"Luck!" Fedris burst out. "I'm surprised you're still alive! Perhaps you have potential, or they sent incompetents."

"Given my age and that I was attacked in my sleep and still managed to kill them I think it's the second part...have you any advice on how I might deal with these attacks?"

"We might willing to provide you protection, at least while you are here in the Temple. I believe you might be of service to our Lady."

"To you, maybe...I am certain...our...lady...will not wish to have me in her service."

"And why should I not?"

Almalexia appeared suddenly (at least, to the child) from the corner, and couldn't fail to notice the utter surprise displayed in her posture. Fedris immediately fell to his knees, while the girl remained standing despite her obvious fear.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Kneel before the Lady, you impudent child!" Fedris burst out, and after a moment's hesitation the girl did.

It pleased her, pleased her greatly, to see the one wearing the moon-and-star kneel before her.

"Rise, both of you," Almalexia said, "Fedris, you may leave us. I am sure you have much to do...and I have much to discuss with our newcomer."

Fedris bowed again when he'd risen and quickly left. Then the goddess turned her eyes on Haj-deek.

"So you are the person I have been hearing about. I welcome you to my chapel, Haj-deek...or perhaps I should call you by another name? Tell me, why do you not show your face?" she asked. "I would look upon you, to see she whose service I might accept. "

"Just having the ring..." Haj-deek mumbled, "I can't show you my face. I--the Dark Brotherhood attacker's blade disfigured me...even with healing, the scars..."

The girl's voice shook when she spoke...this was unfortunate, but also handy.

"Do you think all those who serve me can only do so if their looks are intact?"

"Well, no, but--"

A pause. A long pause.

"You poor child. You must fear everything around you, and I am certain before you encountered Vivec that you had heard many stories of prior incarnates being murdered. Have you not?"

"I have heard the stories, but..." The girl hesitated before going on, "...have found no reason to believe them so far. Lord Vivec says things have 'changed greatly of late.'"

"And is it by his order that you come here? Does he send you as a way to prove that you are under his power?"

"I'm under nobody's power," Haj-deek spoke up quickly, "Not Azura's, not his, not m--Dagoth Ur's."

"So brave," Almalexia gave a smile, "To throw off Azura's yoke...I would never have thought it. Nerevar would never have done it."

The child's head tilted slightly.

"And Nerevar is dead. I don't want to serve one who doesn't bother to help those who need her."

"As well you should not. Come, you are safe in my Temple, none of those Dark Brotherhood fools will reach you here. I will see to your safety--"

"And in return you will want...what?"

If she didn't know better she would think the child was trying to buy time...but for what?

"Only your devotion," the smile spread across her face soon after, despite her doubts, "The same devotion I ask of all my faithful. If you seek one worthy of worship you need look no further than myself..."

"Lord Vivec expects me back," Haj-deek said, in a quieter tone, "What--shall I tell him, when I do not return on time? I only came to Mournhold in the first place to--see what might be done about the Dark Brotherhood's coming after me."

"Did you think that would be a quick affair? You are a little foolish, but at your age that is no surprise. And what shall you tell Vivec? Nothing. For now."

The child's posture began to ease, though not as much as she hoped.

Still...Haj-deek was only a girl, and girls of her sort could be led, if one took the right approach. A young one burdened with prophecy must surely be seeking answers, and Almalexia was eager to plant them in the child's mind.

[da3drat]

jotting down snippets for later chapters and I'm very suddenly aware that I don't actually have a good sense Meri's voice when she's being sincere. Because every single piece of dialogue I've ever written for her is fake as fuuuuck lmao.

[7erran]

having my once a trimester Fedri enthusiast moment

[hugs4pedri]

they literally confirmed that they're going on dates, look at Ferran's happy face 😭