#what happened to frederick

[yellowbugifs]

190/365 days of regina mills

[lilislegacy]

*the 7 demigods and some of their families at a get together*

tristan mclean: i still don’t love that 3 teenage couples were all on an isolated boat together. for weeks. including you, pipes

piper: don’t worry dad. coach hedge was very strict. there was no funny business allowed

leo: yeah especially after the percy and annabeth scandal. i mean,

you should have seen how much coach yelled when frank found them in the stables the next morning-

annabeth and percy: LEO!!

leo:

piper:

jason:

thalia:

hazel:

tristan:

nico:

frank:

frederick chase:

mrs. chase:

paul:

sally: no please continue. i’d love to hear this

percy: *glares at leo*

leo: *accidentally catches on fire and runs away*

everyone:

frank: i looked away quickly, i swear!

annabeth: YOU DIDNT NEED TO!

percy: YEAH ALL WE DID WAS-

annabeth: PERCY OH MY GODS SHUT UP!

[coooldair]

who else skiped the entire event?!!

[carrythatwayt]

Lest they be forgot.

[mongooseundertheporch]

[why,,,,,,,, does everybody refer to Chilton's cane as a pity cane,,,,,]

[tearsofloneliness]

you know when you're really bored and you just search 'something you like' x reader? Yeah? Yeah...

[iaus]

pov for get me off again (dumb love) which lives RENT FREE in my brain forever btw <3

i am literally crying over this. anon, hopefully this is what you wanted. i almost wrote this from salem's pov but that takes SO much energy.

this got a lil long.

dumb love/ b-side. 887 words.

Jace is annoyed—he’s always annoyed when anyone interrupts him and Porter. But unfortunately for Porter, seeing Salem standing in his doorway, uncharismatic as ever holding a Tupperware, pings something at the back of his mind.

Porter isn’t good at playing nice with other barbarians. Especially other barbarians who completed a full adventuring term. He also knows that Salem will be just awkward enough to make Porter suspicious.

So far, he can count the number of times he’s gone out of his way to make Porter jealous. Most of them, Jace has been admittedly drunk and angry. (It’s really not his fault that Porter might be one of the dumbest men he’s hooked up with.) This… he resists the urge to cast a glance back at Porter. Acknowledging him will work against him—make Porter restrain himself.

He’s hit on Salem before.

Frederick’s a friend of a friend he met when he was younger.

They did not hit it off, but mutually decided to pretend to avoid the headache of explaining they were a little too similar to actually become fast friends. He’d first met Salem at a welcome back party—a celebration for Frederick’s party for surviving an assault of four elemental princes. I did die, Frederick had said flatly, clearly enjoying the attention but casting about for something specific. Jace had learned, later, after pressing the length of his body to Salem’s that a certain barbarian was what Frederick had been casting about for.

It’d become a bit of a game after that—pointedly flirting with Salem in front of Frederick while Salem seemed to struggle with articulating any sort of feelings while Frederick continued to be decent and wait him out.

Jace still maintains he’s the reason they’re even married.

Either way, Salem has never responded the way Jace wanted to his flirting.

Always awkward, always putting distance between them as if Frederick were about to appear at any second. He’d asked Frederick, rudely, once if Salem was a virgin. He’d thought he was going to get a Fire Bolt to the face.

“Oh, Mr. Vulfrik,” he simpers, putting his hand on Salem’s bare arm.

He’s surprised Porter doesn’t crack the tile with the force he slams the chair down.

He handwaves Salem’s concern and keeps shifting closer the more Salem shifts back. It really is just like that first party all over again. He truly will never understand Frederick’s taste in men. Why go for someone who forced himself to become docile? Polite?

What fun is that?

As if answering his thoughts, Porter grabs him by his hip. Jace grins. He watches as Salem makes careful eye contact with Porter. He can imagine Porter’s expression easily. Dark, ravenous, possessive. Heat pools in his belly and he can’t stop the soft way he groans at Porter’s touch.

He’s so glad Porter doesn’t know about Frederick—about how Salem’s been married and tooth-achingly loyal to the wizard for close to two decades now. Well. Knowing Porter, he might still have the same reaction. (Something to test later, he supposes.)

“I don’t trust your taste,” he says, leaning further into Porter’s touch. He’s distracted already wondering if Porter’s already hard or if the threat in his vision has made it so he’s not quite up to the task yet. “But—” he strokes his thumb along Salem’s hairy forearm and considers casting Detect Thoughts. He wants to know what Porter’s thinking of doing. Would Porter fuck him in front of someone else? “—if Frederick recommended them… I suppose I’ll have to give them a try.”

He will not be touching those.

Frederick definitely poisoned them.

Salem finally steps away, pointedly, not daring to look down at Jace.

Jace wants to laugh. He’s domesticated, Jace thinks with a bit of pity. What a shame for Frederick: Married to a barbarian who probably wouldn’t even rage while fucking him.

Salem’s still making eye contact when he says, “Frederick insisted I play nice. I’d have just left it as it was.”

Had Frederick pissed him off lately? He honestly can’t remember—not that it matters. He can practically feel how much Porter wants to get him alone. Porter wraps free arm around Jace’s chest—tight, a claim. Jace flushes with pleasure, doesn’t even fight when Porter draws him close. It takes everything in him to not immediately start grinding back against Porter.

He doesn’t even bother making eye contact with Salem when he says, “Have a good day, Salem—I mean, Mr. Vulfrik.”

He tosses the Tupperware on the spare desk propped against the way and closes the door—delicately. He forces annoyance into his voice when he asks, excited in anticipation of what he knows is to come, “Would you mind telling me what that was about?”

And Porter never does disappoint.

***

Frederick’s already home when he gets back.

He almost slams the door but catches it before it snaps shut. He can’t believe this. Frederick's holding a potted plant, already dressed down in a soft set of cream pajamas.

“You look—” Frederick gives him a long, considering look. Almost as if he’s anticipating what Salem’s going to say “—like you saw something you didn’t want to.”

“I really fucking hate that sorcerer. And his boyfriend.”

Frederick, of course, laughs before standing up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

[akuma-tenshi]

I SWEAR TO CHRIST. ((the post))

[yellowbugifs]

226/365 days of regina mills

[pureanonofficial]

CHESS - SAN JOSE CIVIC LIGHT OPERA/AMERICAN MUSICAL THEATER OF SAN JOSE (1992)

[wisheswagered]

Some fires burn obviously. Bright, loud infernos speak of danger and destruction, and quiet blue flames whisper a deadly tune to all who comes near. Either way, the scorching heat is enough of a warning to anyone who comes face-to-face with the dancing embers.

Right now, though, the thing swirling in Frederick's eyes doesn't quite look like a fire at all. It's more of a whirlpool - yet it's hard to make out what it's made up of, as if it's hidden behind a murky fog... something is wrong, yet it's difficult to figure out exactly what that is.

To Frederick, the sound in his head has become unbearable. The malicious whispers and wicked laughter are mere background noise, though they pierce and prod at him nonetheless - but it's the pressure that's really impossible to take. On the outside, it's manifested only subtly. His lips press together tightly, his hands are slightly whitened from tension... but if one were to look closely at his eyes, that's where they might see it. Beyond that clouded fog lies something close to madness.

"And why should I trust anything you have to say?" he utters. His voice is a stretched out note, low and vibrating with barely-held back emotion. "No, I should've known this was wrong from the start... What was I thinking, exactly? The answer should've been clear to me from the beginning..."

As if the person he's speaking too isn't even there, he talks to himself. But then, he looks them in the eye again, his gaze fervent - and waiting expectantly for an answer.

@crownshattered ( starter for any idv muse / your choice! )

[a-happy-beginning]

True love isn’t easy, but it must be fought for, because once you find it, it can never be replaced.

—Charming, Once Upon a Time, “What Happened to Frederick”

[alexandersimpleton]

I wonder how sotpf Whitney would react to Frederick's bullies. I feel like Whitney and Frederick would meet them on the street one day, and Frederick would have a flashback, and then those bullies would go home with some trauma.

[ainsi-soit-il]

I finished reading Take Me For A Ride by Mark E. Laxer recently, and the whole thing is making me think of self-control as a virtue and how Frederick Lenz's idea of "enlightenment" is disturbingly divorced from self-control.

[frary-us]

Starring Harriet Slater as Clara Dunn, Benjamin Wainwright as Lord Frederick Trenchard, Toby Regbo as James Trenchard, Richard Goulding as Oliver Trenchard, and Edward Bluemel as Dr Stephen Ellerby, the last episode of the series culminates in a dramatic conclusion.

In 'Belgravia: The Next Chapter' Episode 8, a significant time jump propels the narrative several months into the future, offering viewers a glimpse into the transformation of Frederick's life.

Frederick Trenchard learns a shocking truth

In 'Belgravia: The Next Chapter' Episode 8, Frederick Trenchard learns about the identity of his biological father. He is forced to confront a wave of conflicting emotions, including confusion, anger, and sadness.

In a dramatic turn of events, Mr Enright (Gerard Horan) reveals to Frederick that his real father is John Bellasis, who had an affair with Lady Trenchard.

Upon discovering that Bellasis is dying, Mr. Enright promptly approaches James Trenchard (Toby Regbo). Together, they urge Frederick to seize the opportunity for what could potentially be his first and final encounter with his biological father.

Although Frederick is initially hesitant, he ultimately agrees to meet his father. James offers a listening ear and a comforting presence, allowing Frederick to express his thoughts and feelings openly.

James also accompanies Frederick to meet his father, showcasing unwavering loyalty and love for him.

Frederick and James mend their broken relationship

The visit to Bellasis prompts Frederick to reevaluate his relationship with his brother, James, resulting in a significant shift in their bond.

Reflecting on years of estrangement and misunderstandings that have kept them apart, Frederick decides to mend their broken bond.

After engaging in heartfelt conversations and apologizing to each other, Frederick(🙄 When?!?!?😡) and James ultimately find a renewed sense of closeness. Their reconciliation marks a significant pivotal moment in their relationship.

In the final scene, Frederick and his wife, Clara Dunn, also attend James's Christmas gathering. The scene serves as a heartwarming conclusion to their journey

[solradguy]

You know, we all make jokes about Sol/Frederick and Jack-O'/Aria being married (myself included), but they never actually refer to Aria as Frederick's wife in Begin (or anywhere else, afaik) and definitely not with Jack-O' anywhere.

I think the closest they got with Aria has been 恋人 (koibito; lover/boyfriend/girlfriend), which was kinda tricky to render in English when it was used gender neutrally. I ended up translating it as "partner" at least once for the Begin translation.