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nowis-scales · 3 years

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Headcanons for Hinoka’s Birthday

Of the royal siblings, I find that I see the least love for Hinoka. Given the overall structuring of the story and everything, I can see why that came to be, but... well, to be honest, I still find that I find I love her more and more every day. So! Here are a set of headcanons for the pegasus princess’s birthday. Hopefully someone will find joy in them!

• The common belief among most is that Ryoma is the tough nut to crack when it comes to people dating their siblings. This is blatantly wrong — it’s Hinoka. Sure, he cares to some degree, but nobody cares like Hinoka does. She is very protective of her siblings and insists that their partners treat them like the wonderful people they are. The first couple weeks of the relationship will feel like a soft probation whenever Hinoka is around. She might even set Kaze up on a mission to just check in every once in awhile to ensure the relationship is going well. She definitely tries not to be too invasive, lest she upset her siblings, but she wants to know for certain that their partners are good for them. It’s also worth noting that this is not reserved for Takumi and Sakura. Those who date Corrin, Azura, and even Ryoma will get this treatment. Hell, if you show interest in Setsuna, she might act the same! It’s quite a journey to get her blessing, but once you have it, she’ll treat you like you’re part of her family too.

• The least picky eater in like... all of Hoshido. As I mentioned in a previous headcanon post, the one thing she doesn’t really like to eat is roe. Everything else is pretty much fair game. Of the Hoshidans, she is the most willing to try Nohrian foods. Scarlet even managed to convince her to try the Chevois delicacy that is escargot. Pretty much everyone else at the table was horrified, but she admitted that with a little seasoning, they didn’t taste half bad. Some credit her poor cooking ability to her weird ability to eat most things, but nobody’s sure whether or not that’s true.

• If you’re ever having a rough night and want to sleep in her bed with her, she honestly might let you. Between Ryoma who was terrified of sleeping alone after Cheve, Takumi who suffers from night terrors, Azura who mutters and cries in her sleep, and Sakura who fears being attacked during the night by either ghosts or Nohrians... Hinoka has learned to enjoy the presence of others when she’s sleeping. Her siblings can just crawl into her bed and snuggle up at any time, and she’ll accept them without even opening her eyes. I imagine Elise probably ended up in her bed once by accident, looking for Camilla in the dark but snuggling up with Hinoka instead. Hinoka was very confused upon waking up to discover that she was not, in fact, cuddling with Sakura.

• When it comes to alcohol, Hinoka is a mega lightweight, but she’s also ferociously in denial about it. She will talk herself up and even participate in drinking contests, but she’s really not able to handle much before she begins stumbling all over and slurring her words. The end result of her trying to keep up with everyone else is usually having her siblings or retainers help her back to her room while she tries not to throw up or fall over. It’s just not good for her all around, but everyone else finds it a bit funny.

• If there is one comment she hates hearing more than anything, it’s when she gets angry or embarrassed, and someone says that her face is turning as red as her hair. If she’s already angry and you say that to her, I would run if I were you. If she had a list of pet peeves, hearing that comment would be at the top of the list. Seriously, just why?

• The “haha Hinoka doesn’t have big boobs” jokes is prevalent in fandom, just as it always is when a character’s breasts are sized anything other than a middling cup size. In the anthology comics, I believe they even reference this with Hinoka envying Camilla’s chest... but to be honest, I actually get the feeling she doesn’t. Maybe she might have as a young teenager, but as an adult, I think she probably grew comfortable with her chest size. She finds it easier to fight without having to worry about extra support, so when people tease her about it, she just kind of shrugs her shoulders and makes some remark. Doesn’t really matter to her either way, she just wishes she could find some way to help her friends like Camilla be more comfortable!

• At 21 years old, she still maintains that one of her simultaneously proudest and most embarrassing moments on earth was when she punched her cousin in the face. Now, Hinoka’s not a punch without reason kind of girl. If she’s going to hit, it’s going to be with purpose. She also, like all of the Hoshidan siblings, does not care for most of her cousins. This cousin, Hikaru, happened to be one she particularly could not stand due to his horrible attitude and superiority complex. In this case, the purpose behind her hit was knocking the snot out of her awful cousin, who had cornered Azura and threatened to hurt her. Considering that Hinoka had never once liked him, she had no qualms with hitting him right in the kisser. She probably might have kept going after him too, but was promptly stopped by Mikoto and Ryoma trying to pull her away from him. She admits that she could have controlled her temper better, but she also admits that it was totally worth it.

• There is absolutely this impression among the people of Hoshido that the royals are so cool and perfect, but Hinoka will tell you herself she was an awkward teenager. Growing up a princess meant she still had responsibilities, even with her battle training, so she found herself really caught between the two impressions she was giving off. Couple that with the fact that she had an awkward puberty like so many of us do, complete with lanky body and acne, and she’d admit that she came out of her cocoon as a beautiful butterfly. She was still pretty cool even when she was a self-proclaimed caterpillar, though. She was just also still figuring herself out.

• The people around her are fairly positive that she stopped being a crybaby a long time ago, right? They’re not exactly correct. In fact, Hinoka is still quite prone to bursting into tears. She simply has a better grasp on her crying reflex than she did when she was a girl, so when she needs to cry, she will often hold it in until she’s private and can finally let the tears release. Of course, there are times when she refuses to hold back, such as in Birthright when they locate Takumi after him having been missing. Some things just call for tears more than others, you know? In those moments, she tries to not be as ashamed of them as she might be otherwise.

• I’ve mentioned before that my interpretation of Ikona doesn’t really have her as the best mom. She was resentful of her husband and to an extent her children, but would often grow to love them quickly upon interacting more. Even so, she had a tendency to play favourites. Protective and obedient of her beloved mother, Ikona favoured Hinoka a bit more than the others. It was actually her influence that built some of Hinoka’s negative behaviour towards Mikoto, for her mother would convince her that it was acceptable to treat her in such a way because she was trying to “get rid of” Ikona. Looking back on the relationship between herself and her mother now, Hinoka does not regard it as exceptionally healthy... but still feels a little guilty about how much she secretly misses her.

#I have some of these from back in April for Sakura's birthday that I forgot to post too!#I'll have to try and remember to put those up at some point.#fire emblem #Fire Emblem Fates #fe hinoka #fire emblem hinoka #feel free to block if I am annoying you :)

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wisehq · 3 years

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Mission Debrief: Chapter Forty-One

...Honestly, Yuri. Same.

Alright jokes aside, I know I'm about catch some flak for this, but- I'm cool with no Yor chapter this week. Yes, yes, kill the crow for even suggesting it. Get it out of your system. I'll wait.

Honestly though, we've had Yor chapters in the past. Not the kind we wanted (not dedicated chapters, aside from the whole cooking lesson at Camilla's house) but at least we know Yor and vaguely know her reasoning for her character. Yuri, on the other hand, is the neglected Briar. We know he works for the SSS and that he's a siscon, and...that's about it. Of the two siblings, Yuri desperately needed more character development. What we got this week was a hint of that; which I'll gladly take as it's more than we've gotten out of him in 40 chapters. Besides, his backstory is ultimately Yor's backstory, so in a sense we at least got something for her this week.

We got to see Yuri in action, and I'm glad he was portrayed as a dedicated and competent officer. One thing I appreciate about Endo is- when it comes to serious moments- he's very good about portraying his characters in a positive light. Such was the case this week; we see Yuri in multiple different roles within the SSS. He's in intelligence. He's in reconnaissance. He's out in the field. He's praised multiple times for his skill and perseverance, and honestly Yuri desperately needed it. Here he felt like an actual character, rather than a caricature.

With the focus on Yuri, we also get a glimpse into the SSS. We were already vaguely aware of what they were all about; a secret police that protect Ostania and uphold its ideals through any means necessary, though here we get a better picture of what that looks like. They also go after propaganda under the guise of rooting out espionage (we'll take more on that later), and a majority of the chapter centers around this.

This idea of counter-propaganda becomes important later on in the chapter and highlights one of the key strengths of both the manga and Endo; there is no black and white in this story. Our protagonists, Loid and Yor, the people we care about, frequently kill people on a regular basis- yet they're good people. We know they are, despite their actions saying otherwise. Yuri, meanwhile, is cast in an antagonistic light in comparison to Loid- but again, we know he's only an SSS agent for the sake of his sister and country. Does that make him a good person then? Maybe, maybe not. But that question of what is the truth remains, and it's one of the things that makes this manga so compelling.

Endo showcases this with Franklin as the chapter progresses. At first we take him at face-value; he's a down-on-his-luck guy who needs money and sells damning photos to underground printing presses. Seems cut and dry, until of course we find out that Franklin is a man with ideals like any other. He loves his country, though this love takes a very different form than Yuri's. He loathes the current state of things and genuinely wants to see Ostania prosper, but at the same time feels broken and disenfranchised. This of course also stemming from the untimely demise of his late mother.

It's at this point the concept of nothing being black-and-white returns as the driving force behind Yuri's character development. We see him empathize with Franklin over the latter's mother's death. Yuri tackles his missions with seemingly robotic efficiency, but here he falters for a moment. He sees a piece of himself in this "traitorous scum", and then just as quickly tosses it away. It's not a substantial change in his character- he doesn't become a different person or anything, but he's different now. If only a little bit. If only in the sense that he acknowledges Franklin and his plight in a way that he didn't before.

We see this manifest when Yuri goes to arrest Franklin. Despite his usual sharp tongue, Yuri assures him he'll try to help his father out financially. In just a few pages, we see Yuri going from wanting to kill Franklin over his behavior to wanting to help him (albeit in a small way). At the end of the day he's still SSS. He still has a duty to fulfill, and at up until this point he's been fulfilling it for 3 days straight with no rest. So what does that leave him?

A pat on the back from the Director, and a promise for some steaks later. Here Yuri doesn't seem phased by the day's events, and proudly proclaims he'll catch Twilight someday (much to the director's amusement). He seems his usual self...but we see at the end of the chapter that may not be the case.

A quick pop-in to the Forger house, and Anya gets a glance into what he's gone through. Even without psychic powers, it doesn't take much for the family to figure out he's had a rough day. He gets some more pats, only this time they're from his sister. The only family he has left, putting him in an uncomfortably similar position to Franklin. The only difference between them, really, is as Yuri says earlier; he would never do anything to harm his family. Whereas Franklin would risk everything for his ideals, Yuri works hard to prevent that from every happening.

By being an SSS agent.

By being a Ostanian dog, and shaking down and arresting anyone who would speak out against the government.

By that logic, he should be the bad guy and Franklin should be the good guy...but in this story, there is no right and wrong. Not truly. Everyone has something they're trying to achieve or protect, and everyone has different ways of going about doing that. All it depends is on whose eyes your looking through. In this chapter Yuri is our protagonist, but what about the next one?

Guess we'll just have to wait and find out.

Also, BONUS

WHY IS THIS FAMILY SO GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL!?

#spy x family #chapter forty-one

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tiffanyachings · 7 months

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it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)

#HELLO back at it again #tug introduced groundbreaking new findings about soul permeability but my mind bypassed all that in favour of this au #the division of labour is as follows:#dulcie reads the instructions; snacks; and changes the radio station every time she doesn’t like a song #if you complain she will remind you she's literally dying. life is too short and mediocre songs are too long #pal gets stuff from high shelves and battles his constantly fogged up glasses #he tried to help with prep once and promptly got himself banned from using knives for the rest of his life #cam does 98% of the actual cooking #trivia section -#you can tell i am new to this because i arranged them in the wrong speaking order. let’s all practice our right to left reading #cam has a silly novelty apron because a) the idea was unbearably funny to me and b) i need to spread the gospel (aroace cam)#the cookbooks next to dulcie are ‘a few teaspoons of salt’ (by ianthe tridentarius)#and ‘saintly feasts: food for saints and scholars’ which is a real book! though not written by cassiopeia the first #*#dulcie septimus #dulcinea septimus #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #the locked tomb #field sketches #<< i get to have an art tag now!

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girleboy · 2 months

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it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook

#I LOVED YOU I LOVE YOU STILL I WOULD HAVE WORKED OUT HOW TO LOVE YOU BETTER OVER TIME

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thecrownnet · 4 years

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Josh O’Connor may best be known for this breakthrough role in 2017’s God’s Own Country but the Southampton-born actor has been cultivating a catalog of great film and television performances for years. From The Riot Club and The Program in film and Doctor Who, Peaky Blinders, Ripper Street and The Durrells on TV, O’Connor has built a resume that made him the perfect choice to play the most challenging role of his career, Prince Charles in season three of Netflix’s The Crown. O’Connor play the Prince of Wales at a turning point in the would be king’s life, from the early years of his relationship with Camilla Bowles (the Diana years will show up in season four) to the daunting task of figuring out how to lead the commonwealth when the time comes.

I caught up with two-time BIFA winning actor to talk about God’s Own Country, his role in The Crown, what he likes and doesn’t like about biopics and playing real people and Todd Haynes’ I’m Not There.

I wanted to start by talking with you about God’s Own Country, which quickly became a cornerstone of queer cinema, and I think took off in a way most people weren’t expecting. Can you tell me a little bit the impact working on that film had for you?

It was a kind of monumental moment for me and I think a big moment for queer cinema and insofar as it was kind of a gay love story that we hadn’t seen before, you know, in terms of one that ended with hope and one that told a kind of positive story. It was something maybe we’d seen before, but, it’s rare and people were obviously hungry for that. And so it touched many people and I feel like it’s rare that your project gets to have that effect on people. So it was a kind of, it was a huge moment for me. In terms of kind of career wise also just as a creative, as an actor, I think it was a moment of realization about technique and how I want to work. It built a process, which I still use the basis of now. And so yeah, it was really impactful for me.

I love that. Earlier this year you had Emma., how was it stepping into Mr. Elton’s shoes?

(laughs) It was very different than anything I’ve done before. I’ve never done comedy before. Autumn de Wilde, who is an exceptionally talented director, came in and it was very clear she wanted a kind of Peter Cook-esque Mr Elton and we’ve talked about him having a sort of darker side, which we touch on in the film. I think it was real, I loved it, it was kind of getting to stretch my muscles, my comedic muscles I suppose. And yeah, it was a real treat and it’s a lovely, beautiful ensemble film.

Diving into The Crown, had you watched the first two seasons of the show to help inform you of the style or approach to the series?

Yes, I had. I’d seen the first two and I’m very good friends with Vanessa Kirby who played Margaret so, I initially watched it as a kind of support for my friends, but then absolutely, obviously got hooked and I think the first two series’ are exceptional. Claire Foy is kind of spellbinding, Matt Smith I think is extraordinary as Philip, and often sort of, it’s underplayed how brilliant he was. I absolutely loved it and then be a part of this group of actors who I totally adore and look up to, you know, the likes of Tobias Menzies, to go from Matthew is extraordinary, and Olivia Colman and Helena Bonham Carter, you know, these are all people that I aspire to so it’s been a real treat.

What were the main sources and figuring out who Prince Charles is on a personal level?

Well, I think there were a few things to kind of brought out the personal, but initially when I started with Charles, I spent so much time watching footage of him, or hearing recordings of him from the period. After a while I got to the point where I was like, actually, I don’t know that this has helped. It certainly isn’t helping me get any closer to the character and certainly isn’t getting close to who Charles really is behind closed doors. And so I sort of threw all that out the window. The thing that got me there more than anything was something that Peter Morgan had written, which is I think episode eight of series three. Charles described his life as being like he as being like a character in Dangling Man. He says, the character is a working class blue collar guy from Chicago and he’s waiting to be drafted to go to war and he actually wants to be drafted because it’ll give his life meaning, even though it means that they’ll go to a certain death.

And the idea that Charles, Prince Charles is this young boy who’s actually waiting for his own mother to die in order for his life to take meaning, I just thought that was a kind of, it locked into a sort of tragic narrative of this young boy that is so rare and an extraordinary. So that was the kind of, that was the crux of it.

When you’re playing somebody that is so well known, how do you strike the balance between impression and interpretation and what do you think you brought to Prince Charles?

Yeah, that’s such a good question. It’s a question I don’t know the answer to, yet. The best way to, for me, in my personal view of it as an audience member, is that I never enjoy seeing in any kind of biopic or whenever I see an actor playing a real person, I find it very difficult to watch and actor to do something really exactly like the person.

I don’t know why. I think it becomes too much like an impression. And what I always loved is that there was a great film called I’m Not There, which is about Bob Dylan. And so it was like eight or nine actors playing Dylan at different stages in his life and not just different stages but playing different aspects of his personality. So Cate Blanchett, plays the kind of more recognizable Dylan, which is the sort of public eye Dylan, you had Heath Ledger playing the kind of rock and roll Dylan, you had a young actor [Marcus Carl Franklin] playing the Woody Guthrie influenced Bob Dylan. So you had all these different actors, all totally different and most of them looked nothing like and resembled him in no way. And I remember that was the most powerful representation of Dylan I’ve seen or of anyone I’ve seen and I thought when I’m playing Prince Charles there’s no point in me spending all this time trying to get his voice and trying to look like him and walk like him.

Those things will happen naturally. And I think, you know, it’s good to have little aspects and little notes that people feel safe and comfortable in the knowledge secure that you are playing Prince Charles. But as soon as you can get rid of those, the earlier you can get rid of those, the the more interesting and the more adaptive that character is, the more influential that character can be. And as I say, it’s more interesting seeing Josh play Prince Charles than it is seeing just seeing Prince Charles.

I love that example of I’m Not There. It’s a brilliant movie and it is such a great way to bring an audience into a character without feeling like you’re just watching video footage.

Exactly. Because there’s documentary. We also undersell the brilliant art form that is documentary, which I absolutely adore it. There’s nothing better than watching old footage of Charles. I love it. But it’s not the same. I want to see an actor play and Claire Foy is a great example. I should stop rambling but Claire Foy is a great example of an actress who plays the queen so stupendously everyone in the world sat up right when they watched Claire and Matt Smith in series one and two. And it wasn’t because there was, ‘Oh my God,’ she looked and speaks exactly like the queen at that age. Most of us don’t know what the queen looked like at that age and it sounded like at that age because there wasn’t very much TV. So actually all we’re looking at is an incredible performance of the character. And I think I remember watching Claire and Matt and thinking ‘let’s focus on that.’ Let’s not try and play Prince Charles, let’s try and play the character.

Again, that’s a perfect example that makes perfect sense. There’s a turning point in the series when Charles, as the Prince of Wales, has to learn to speak Welsh. Did you know any Welsh or was this something new for you as well?

I mean, I certainly knew no Welsh. I’d never spoken a word of Welsh in my life a lot. I’d heard the language. One of the most kind of influential or most magical moments from when I was in grammar school was I heard an old recording of Dylan Thomas reading Under Milk Wood and was a beautiful radio play that he wrote and it was and poetical and beautiful and Dylan speaks it in this kind of like raucous Welsh voice. It’s like, mind blowing, and it was a kind of really special moment. So that combined with the fact that I love Wales the country, I felt very great affinity for the Welsh language. But as I said, I had no idea. So it’s very much, it was very much kind of like Charles’ feelings about having to learn it. There were muffs the same as mine and we went through a long process of learning everything. And yeah, I mean it’s great. I still know the speech now, but I don’t know what it means.

Which brings us right to that monumental episode where you have to give the speech for his investiture. Tell me about that sequence, which I think is just extraordinary in this series.

It’s a beautifully written episode. It has so much significance because it’s about Charles stepping up and becoming an adult. To me it was the thing that convinced me to take the role in the first place. I suddenly realized this as a young man who is, in my in recent history, is kind of known as a bit of a wally [British slang for ineffectual or foolish]. He goes around and talks about the environment, which of course we all know he was right. In the 80s and 90s he was considered a bit of a buffoon. And then there’s the Diana years and the thing that got me and took and basically convinced me to take the role was I suddenly realized he’s a lost boy and the investiture episode is him taking that lost boy and going, ‘No, I’m going to own this and I’m going to become a man.’

Jumping off that a bit, what do you think was the most misunderstood thing about Charles from this period of his life?

I think sort of the misunderstood thing of most of the Royal families, is that they had some perfect childhood. I mean, in terms of financially, they probably had a pretty great childhood, but I think terms of relationships to parents, relationships to siblings, they’re just like anyone else. I mean, they’re difficult. They have their ups and their downs. He was a lost boy but a lost boy with the knowledge that he was going to have to at some point lead, be the king, the reign of England, of the Commonwealth of this huge empire and we now know, it’s taken an entire lifetime and he still isn’t the King.

I think that’s the biggest thing that hopefully people have taken. There’s been a great response within people calling out and saying they feel great sorrow for Charles now. So hopefully that’s what they’ll take.

In looking forward to the future of your career, do you have a dream role in mind that you’d like to play?

I don’t know actually. It’s one of these questions that so hard because I’m always surprised when I say something quick and then a script will come through with a totally original role and there’s nothing better than a new script and a role that you’ve never thought of. It grabs me. But I suppose there are plenty of performances I’ve always kind of aspired to like Daniel Day-Lewis has played and those kind of fully formed characters or Tom Hanks. Those are the kinds of roles that you dream of. In terms of theater it’s easy because everyone wants to play Richard II or Hamlet. I’ve always wanted to play Richard II, so one day hopefully I’ll be able to do that. But beyond that, certainly the dream is to keep getting to play new characters and work with great directors.

All seasons of The Crown, including S3 where Josh O’Connor appears, are streaming exclusively on Netflix.

#josh o’connor #prince charles #the crown #god's own country #emma #the crown netflix

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castillo-adrian · 4 years

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The Pain We Carry. | Self-Para.

When: June 14th, 2020. Where: Santa Cruz, Guatemala. Trigger Warning: Mention of cancer.

“Maman, I think the clouds are gathering. Why don’t you and André come inside,” his sister shaded the still-present Guetemalan sun with her palm. The old two-storied house was surrounded by greenery on all four sides, and somewhere in the distance, through the thickness of trees, you could see the majestic Lake Atitlan. Santa Cruz was truly beautiful this time of year.

“Don’t worry, Camilla, it won’t rain. Besides, a little bit of summer drizzle won’t harm the boy,” Sylvana smiled at her grandchild, and he smiled back at her. They sat in the grass, as the older woman explained how bees made honey from the flowers.

“It’s not André I’m worried about,” Camilla frowned. Her voice trailed off, and her eyes searched for Adrian’s for support.

“Come on, ma,” Adrian rose from the porch swing, “You know Cami can’t cook a proper coq au vin without your supervision.” He ran down the short four steps, walked towards the pair, snatched his nephew up with one hand and helped his mother up with another.

Paris had always been the only home Adrian and Camilla have ever known. They’ve heard the tales of Guatemala City, where their parents met as teenagers, but a distant city from a romantic story was all the Guatemalan capital had ever been to them. Santa Cruz, a picturesque lakefront village, hadn’t been their mother’s home, either, but it’s been a place associated to her childhood. As a kid, Sylvana would spend all of her winter and summer holidays with her grandparents in this very house, running around the lavish greenery and swimming in the lake with the other village kids.

Ever since their first visit to doctor’s a couple months ago, Sylvana had been talking more and more about the house Adrian had never seen.

As a kid, Adrian once made a promise full of childlike innocence to his father – that one day, they’d be rich enough to buy a big house in that faraway land called Guatemala.

Adrian didn’t get to keep that promise. Death had snatched away his father back when the now notorious assassin was merely an army soldier without a cent to his name.

He’d be damned to break his promise twice.

The rather impressive bank account, courtesy of the Rutherfords, had been put to a good use – Adrian, with the help of Damon’s personal assistant, Ava, tracked down the very house in Santa Cruz that his grand-grandparents used to own at the dawn of the 19th century, and offered them the kind of money no sane person would refuse for an old house in a small Guatemalan village. This time around, it took him only a few weeks to fulfill the promise.

When Adrian surprised his mother with a plane ticket and the recent photographs of the house, the woman broke down in tears. The vacation that Johnathan awarded him with a few months back, as a thank you, the one that Adrian respectfully declined back then, was arranged, just in time before his scheduled visit to Porto Velho, where his presence was required by Andrew.

Taking a vacation in the middle of the war and impending retaliation from the French wasn’t an easy decision to make, but time, sadly, wasn’t on his side.

Papillary thyroid carcinoma.

As soon as the words left the oncologist’s mouth, Adrian felt the whole world collapse around him. For a moment, everything stood still, every thought had evaporated and all was left was sadness.

Then came helplessness. It wasn’t a feeling Adrian was familiar with, he rejected it. Together with Camilla, they consulted every highly-recommended doctor from London to Boston. Camilla had gathered so much information and knowledge it could easily put a medical student to shame. She’s always been like that – eager to throw herself into books and research. She ended up pursuing master’s in biology to avoid the pain caused by their father’s loss. Then, when her husband died, she did the same, this time – a Ph.D.

There was still hope, they said. She’d live for at least a year and a half, they said. But there were no guarantees.

Time, Adrian realised, was too precious, and time was the most valuable thing he could offer to this mother. At least for one week, nothing else mattered. Not the Rutherfords, not London, not the war – only her. The woman who had come to Paris at barely twenty-one with her new husband, as a struggling immigrant, eager to give the kind of life to her future children that she never had. She had powered through every curve ball the fates threw at her, and never once complained. She’d always been strong.

Stronger than any of them.

As he sat on the porch, watching Sylvana show Camilla how to cook coq au vin for the umpteenth time, Adrian had realised the compartmentalising he’s been so greatly admired for, he had inherited from his mother. From the moment she found out about the diagnosis, she’d been the one consoling the rest of them. There wasn’t a hint of change in her behaviour, at least not in front of her children.

“Boys,” Sylvana called out for Adrian and André from the kitchen, “The dinner is ready.”

“Come on, buddy,” He entered the room with his nephew and let the smell of the bubbling pot satiate his nostrils. It smelled like motherly love. He’d miss this, and million other things. Adrian looked at his mother as if he was trying to remember every second of this week, to have this to patch him whole, when she would no longer be around, and her absence would go through him like a needle. The pain he had been carrying for these past months had already started to stab at his heart.

“First, we pray,” Sylvana swatted away his hand when he tried to grab a fork.

“Fine, maman, first, we pray,” thus, he prayed, for the god he no longer believed in.

#Selfpara #feat. Sylvana #feat. Camilla #tw cancer

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chubbyheroesworthyheroes · 5 years

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Might I request some fluffy Felicia/m!Corrin feeding hijinks (5, 9, 10 ,11, maybe a bit of 6 if you're feeling it)? I would be eternally grateful

5) Stuffing/feeding/etc.9) Button popping/seam ripping/etc.10) Humiliation11) Magical wg6) Mutual wg

Being stuck in the castle for his whole life, there were several ways Corrin learned to pass the long, long time he often had on his hands. If asked, he could tell you how many stones and the various types that were used to construct the great fortress, how often people come and go, and what times of year they were most likely to eat certain dishes. Food, however, was usually the high point of staying within the halls of the Northern Fortress. Being a part of the royal family, and only visited by the others – practically never by Garon himself – no one really told him no or questioned why the prince would eat maybe a little too much or at odd times of day.

The servants at the fortress were, in general, rather kind. Corrin got to know those closest to him, such as Jacob and Lilith, as well as the maids, Flora and Felicia. It was one of the sister maids, however, that the young prince ended up becoming closest with. She was almost desperate to please – which, given how clumsy she could be at her job, wasn’t very farfetched. When the other staff grew too frustrated with her spilling tea, breaking plates or messing up laundry, it was Corrin who often asked her to spend time with him. Many retainers though he may have, they had plenty of other duties to attend to considering he never left the fortress, and so he was still often left on his own. Felicia was good company; she was lively and genuine, and even if she wasn’t a good cook, she was determined to make sure Corrin enjoyed their time together.

So, while King Garon desired for Corrin to become a strong, battle-worthy asset, he ended up spending more time eating meals with his favorite maid instead of training.

At first, it started out simply enough. They’d have long talks and tea with sandwiches or cakes of varying kinds. Corrin got to learn more about Felicia herself, as well as her family and her people. She quickly became a friend to him, and then, more than a friend as they continued to bond. Their meals stretched out longer and longer as they talked in more depth or simply spent time together in a comfortable silence. Seeing how Corrin seemed to enjoy all the different foods that the kitchen staff could create, Felicia would bring more and more to choose from as time went on. Their meals could extend for several hours at a time, with the two of them eating and drinking in utter excess.

Now, no longer dedicating the time he used to to training, and eating so much, it was starting to show up very clearly on him. Corrin started to notice that his armor no longer fit as it should, and so stopped using it entirely – telling himself that he’d get it refitted, but never actually getting around to it. He switched over to wearing looser, more comfortable clothing, but even those only lasted so long as his weight continued to climb.

What started off as simply his face filling out a little, or perhaps a bit of softness around his middle, soon graduated to not being able to get pants on or popping a button off of a shirt. One such occurrence happened while he was sharing dinner with his visiting siblings. He’d been laughing at a story Elise was recounting about her retainers, when the pressure of his too tight shirt suddenly let up around the apex of his belly, the shiny button pinging off a few dishes before spinning onto the table in plain sight. There was a deathly silence afterward, everyone at the table surprised by the suddenness and secondhand embarrassment of it all, until Leo snickered from behind his hand.

“Well, nice to not be the one having clothing issues for once,” he chuckled, not entirely in a derisive manner, but neither was it lighthearted ribbing. “I might be a bit forgetful when it comes to checking if my shirts are in proper order, but at least I fit into mine!”

Camilla and Xander were quick to try and chastise their younger brother, but the words had been put out there on top of what had happened, and Corrin couldn’t help going red in the face. He wanted nothing more than to disappear into his quarters, but there was still food left on the table, and he didn’t want to waste the time he had with his siblings, as it was few and far between that they visited. He fidgeted in his seat afterwards, trying not to let his eyes dart down to the soft, pale flesh that was poking out of the space left behind from his burst button. It all but oozed out of his confining clothes, no matter how much he attempted to suck in his stomach as conversation was sharply turned away to something noncommittal.

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Later that night, Corrin had been changing into his night clothes when there was the sound of something skidding across the floor before a loud bang from his door that made him jump – his plump belly and round tits bouncing with the sudden motion. Felicia peeked her head in sheepishly not too long after, cheeks flushed and a tremble in her body that Corrin could see from where he was standing. Giving her a quizzical look, he asked her what she needed – it was rather late, after all, and he still held his nightshirt in a chubby hand, everything above the waist bare to the cool of the night air.

“I just–! I wanted to, um–! Y-You know, this went a lot better in my head…,” she stammered, fidgeting and fussing, her eyes seeming to dart up to his face, before dropping down to his gut, and then repeating the whole process as she prattled on nervously. Taking a deep breath – and, perhaps, holding it a bit too long, as her pink cheeks went a darker scarlet – before practically shouting out, “I saw you bust your button off at dinner, and I couldn’t look away while watching you eat and eat even after, and–” She devolved into a bit of a rushed mess after that, but what Corrin did hear made him blush and had his heart beating excited-nervous in his chest.

“So, you…don’t think it’s a bad thing? The way I eat like a spoiled pig?” Corrin prodded, testing. He’d been sweet on Felicia for a while now, but was she really being serious here? Liking that he stuffed his face until he literally burst out of his clothes?

“We…Well, you’re a prince, right?” the maid pointed out, seeming to gain a little bit of confidence after getting everything out in the open and not immediately being rejected. “Royalty should do whatever they feel like, eat whatever they like and however much of it that they want to. A prince should show off his luxury to others…Should look like he enjoys every bit of excess that passes his lips.” Her tone is short and breathy, face still a bright red, but no longer out of nervousness or fear.

Corrin closed the distance between them, almost crowding Felicia in by the door with is chubby figure. “If you’re a part of that excess, I can’t think of a better way to live. After all, eating with you has been one of the best things in my life. Eating for you can only be better, right?” Boldly spoken, a smirk on his cherubic face as he thought about it. Thought about all the meals Felicia and he would share, every luxury they could enjoy together – unrestrained and uncaring for what others thought. If they wanted to mock or be disgusted, they’d make sure that envy and jealousy over their gluttonous decadence was quick to overtake any other feeling.

Felicia was all too happy to do her part. She made sure that Corrin ate only the largest, most lavish meals all day long. If his arms got tired of the mechanical action of raising a spoon or fork or glass to his lips, she cheerfully took over; whispering sweet nothings and light teasing in his ears as she hand-fed him. She got a front row seat to how Corrin grew and expanded day after day, month after month. He either spent his time in bed, or set up at the great dining table – no matter where he was, he always had a full mouth and a hungry belly. A belly which had grown exponentially at Felicia’s devoted attention. The staff were constantly trying to keep up with the prince’s appetite and waistline – more food being made, and clothes continuously being adjusted.

Corrin’s thighs and hips squished out between the seat of his chair and the arms, love handles and belly pressing down on the arms from above. The thick, heavy wood of the chair creaked and groaned; it wouldn’t last much longer, and would need to be replaced just like the ones that had come before it. His lap was completely obscured, and if not for the way his seat forced his fat legs together, Corrin’s monster gut would be forcing them apart – begging for more room to expand. It was a thing of beauty, quite honestly; pale and quivering as he demolished whatever was set before him, it was long past the point of ever seeming to get full. Throughout meals, Felicia would rub and squeeze that behemoth of a belly, kneading the plush fat with one hand and filling it up to the brim with food with the other hand. Shirts could only contain it for so long, and rarely did they last through an entire meal, so it was often on display to some degree as the day wore on.

With every meal made, Felicia added a bit of Ice Tribe magic to it – living in such a cold area, they had long ago harnessed magic to help themselves survive; often, this came in the form of adding fat reserves to the body to make it through freezing winters that never seemed to have an end. For her, it was easy enough to double or triple the amount of calories any one meal contained. She could slow down Corrin’s metabolism to a crawl, making the weight pile on that much faster. It worked such wonders on her love, and it warmed her heart to see her tribe’s skills being used to make someone she cared for so much so large and happy in his ever increasing size.

Of course, with all this food around, Corrin wasn’t the only one to put on weight. Before, the two of them had always shared meals together, and the sheer amount of rich food had shown up on Felicia as well. Certainly not to the same degree as her beloved prince, but she’d developed quite the lovely, slightly exaggerated hourglass figure; all soft curves around her widened hips, and overflowing breasts that Corrin would often lazily but lovingly grab and tease when she leaned over to press a forkful of food to his lips.

No matter what others in Garon’s court thought or said about the steadily growing royal, Corrin and Felicia were completely and utterly in love with each other and the lifestyle of indulgence – both food and affection – that they’d jumped into together.

#Anonymous #male weight gain #male wg #female weight gain #female wg #mutual weight gain #mutual wg #chubby!corrin #corrin/felicia #ffff i hope this was worth the wait!#I'm gonna try to work on those october prompts now so that maybe i'll be caught up

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Morgan, Comparing

Thank you for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This one was so much fun to write askdjlkasd Morgan will be the death of those three someday!

Summary: Morgan, now Linfan, has gotten used to travelling with the people from this Valla world, already considering them her companions. Even so, or perhaps because of that, she couldn’t help but feel as though she were meeting some of the same people of Ylisse in this world, but in another form entirely...

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Morgan had already felt at home amidst her newest companions during the war against the invisble-y, purple-y things -- they were something related to something that Azura tried her best to explain at least five times, but it honestly all went over Morgan's head.

Of course, she would most likely understand if she actually applied herself to it; or if her Father were the one to explain it to her, but as it stands, she just wanted to take things on her own pace. She had found her brother and pulled his ear like their Mother wanted, so there would be no problem in enjoying herself for a bit, right?

She was way too excited to be around so many new people and fighting such interesting enemies! All of that alongside her brother and her friends, as well! New and old!

Think about it! A male manakete (although Nowi did mention knowing one or two, but since Morgan had never met them, they didn't exist to her) with short ears and wriggly fingers in dragon form, able to stop a dragon-slaying sword. A water-controling dancer with next to no magical ability who uses the power of a floating pendant to instill her comrades to fight harder on the battlefield.

Not only one but three legendary swords wielded by a grumpier, blonde and royal Frederick, a shorter and hairier version of Walhart and the male manakete! Not to mention a legendary tome and a bow! This world was AMAZING in every sense of the word!

On her way to deliver her daily report to Corrin's tent regarding her patrol of the perimeter, Linfan wore huge grin on her face by just thinking about all of the awesome stuff this world had to offer. Her mind in the clouds, she bumped into something oddly fluffy right at the entrance of Corrin's tent: a... cleavage?

"Whoops! Lady Camilla! Thanks for the save." Linfan giggled after the nohrian princess caught her lest she fell on the ground after their bumping. "Visiting Lord Corrin?"

"You are very welcome, darling," the eldest princess smiled softly, lingering one hand over Linfan's shoulder. "And yes, I am... Though I must admit I am rather worried..." she took her free hand to her cheek, a dark cloud shadowing her brow. "Say... is that the report of your patrol, my dear?"

Oh, I wonder what this nagging feeling is...? Where did i see that dark look before... Linfan squinted at the beautiful princess' face, trying to discern what was it that bothered her.

Noticing how the young woman had once again flew into her own mind while gazing upon herself, Camilla giggled then patted Linfan's shoulder so as to guide her away from Corrin's tent. "My dear, why don't we have this conversation over there? I do not wish for my darling Corrin to be disturbed more than necessary..."

"Huh?" Linfan blinked as she saw the report she had been carrying slipped out of her hands into Camilla's -- smoothly so! How did she DO that? Was she secretly a ninja? Wow, that world had to be the best thing ever! But, wait- "uh, but he asked me to give it to him even if there were nothing out of ordinary-"

Camilla took her index finger to her lips, "that will be our little secret, hm? Dear Corrin has been much too stressed lately and only just now I managed to coax him to take a little nap." She giggled adorably, but her eyes were covered in a dark shadow. "Truly regrettable that I had to resort to a... calming kind of tea for that to happen."

Nagging feeling, nagging feeling, nagging feeling... Morgan couldn't hide her surprised yet scrutinizing expression, her brain working at its full capacity to be able to discern the origin of that insistent prickling at the back of her mind to think about where Lady Camilla was taking her to.

From a nearby corner, Laslow had just about finished helping a maid carry some supplies into a tent -- let us not mention how he was drenched in cold water due to the maid's... vehement refusal of his advances -- and caught a glimpse of Morgan being led through camp by none other than princess Camilla herself.

"Linfan?" He raised one eyebrow, taking it upon himself to tail the unusual duo.

Somehow, the air around Lady Camilla at that moment made the retainer unable to approach as he normally did -- and to think that Morgan was (happily?) chatting with her despite all that only meant that his childhood friend was still as oblivious as always to the world around her. Following from behind tents and barrels, Laslow watched how Camilla never lost her grip on Linfan's shoulder, a somehow uneasy feeling grasping his chest. He felt the visceral urge to go grab Odin immediately, but was afraid to lose sight of the two of them while he did so.

What to do... what to do...

"Oh, they went inside the- huh? The mess hall?" He whispered to himself, popping his head out of the flying banner he had badly concealed himself against. "No, wait, they went into the kitchen attached to it... Must follow!"

"Ugh, creeper, much? What're you doing following people by attempting to hide as lamely as that?" Selena scoffed beside him, as though she had been there the whole time.

"WAUGH!" Laslow jumped out of his skin. "Selena! D-don't scare me like that, I almost- wait, no time to waste, come with me!" He pulled his friend by the arm, tip-toeing as fast as he could towards the mess tent.

"Wh- hey, I didn't agree to-"

"Lady Camilla just took Linfan here!" He whispered-yelled, making a shushing gesture.

Selena slapped one hand over her mouth lest she gasped loudly in surprise. "What does Lady Camilla want with Linfan-"

"Let's find out-" Laslow whispered back, peeking inside the tent.

"What're looking for again, Lady Camilla?" Morgan asked joyfully, scavenging sacks and barrels alike, mostly for the fun of it since she didn't know what the thing Camilla wanted look like.

"It is a pear-shaped, grape-sized vegetable, my dear. You are a treasure for volunteering to help me look for it." Camilla's voice sounded a bit distant for the observing duo right outside, but they could feel the lack of mirth coming from it, which made them shiver.

Linfan frowned slightly, stopping her search to look up in wonder. "Huh? Did I volunteer...?" She searched her memory for the exact time that happened, but then shrugged. "Oh, well! I'm here helping now, and that's what matters! Pear-shaped, grape-sized, got it!"

"Don't go helping people without asking what it's for, you dimwit!" Selena said behind her teeth from outside. "If I remember correctly, that vegetable..."

"... Is used in a lot of soups, yeah." Odin replied, kneeling beside their friends as though he had always been there.

Selena's twintails and the entirety of Laslow's hair went up in surprise, but they managed to only yell inside their minds. "Odin?! Since when-"

"I saw you two sneaking about and thought it'd be fun to join, but then I saw it was about Linfan so I just stayed quiet." He replied with a serious expression, oblivious to the dark air around the nohrian princess right inside. "What's going on?"

Laslow opened his mouth to reply, but Selena slapped it shut for Morgan had started to speak.

"There! Is this it, Lady Camilla? The box was squashed under a big sack; no wonder you couldn't find it!" Linfan raised a medium-sized chest overhead, twirling around to the princess.

Camilla's mood shifted so quickly it was as though the cloud had never been there. "You are a treasure, dear Linfan! That is exactly it!" She smiled gracefully, taking the chest with rather ease from Linfan's hands. "Thank you so much for your help, my dear! Now I can finally cook up an invigorating soup for my darling Corrin. I will beat down his exhaustion by nurturing him in every way possible!"

Realization hit Linfan as strong and sudden as a slap on the face. "AHA!" She unabashedly pointed at Camilla after doing the 'I see' gesture. "That's what's been bothering me all the time! How could I have been so blind?!"

"Whatever do you mean, my dear?" Camilla placed the chest over a nearby crate, tilting her head to the side. Linfan placed her hands akimbo, proud at her discovery.

"That alluring cleavage; carefully cared-for hairstyle, the use of mixtures for the sake of others... And that care for your prince's health and well-being... The dark femininity of Tharja and devotion of Frederick! It's like someone mashed them together, put them on a wyvern and gave them a crown: Ta-da, princess Camilla!"

"F-FATHER?!" Laslow tripped over Odin, falling inside the tent.

"You idi-wahh!" Tangling her limbs on both fallen comrades, Selena rolled atop of them both, making the situation similar to a human rockslide.

"Heehee! What an amusing bunch you four are! Selena, my dear, are you quite alright?" Camilla threw her head back in laughter, extending one hand to help her retainer up. "Are those the characters from a story you three are well-acquainted with, dear?" She asked Linfan without even turning to her.

"Huh? No, they're from bac-mmmph!" She lifted her index to explain, but Odin had managed to tackle his sister in time, slamming her mouth shut with his hand.

"HOW PERCEPTIVE OF MY LADY! HAHA! That it exactly it! No wonder you are the cleverest, most beautiful and adored first princess of Nohr! None could compare! Now, if you’ll excuse us!" He laughed loudly, taking a step towards the exit with each word.

"Hold it, dearies."

Three words out of Camilla's mouth and the entire tent froze over, almost literally.

"Now, you four will help me with this soup, will you not? I need it done before Corrin wakes up from his little nap..."

Odin, Selena and Laslow breathed out in relief. Linfan struggled to speak under her brother's grip. What was that about? She was complimenting Camilla, you know! The beauty and shrewdness of one coupled with the strength and loyalty of the other! The perfect mash!

#morgan #camilla #laslow #selena #fire emblem fates #my writings #odin #yuki's commissions

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soap-brain · 6 years

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rainy day cuddles for sunrises!culmets? or going through old boxes for the sunrises curlfriends :D

yessssss thank you!

Rainy Day Cuddles

“If the rain doesn’t stop soon, this whole place will be under water,” Hugh says grimly. “The good news: we can only move deeper into this thing. Deeper as in lower. You know, where the water goes. Are you still as desperate to see this place?”

Paul sighs. “I don’t see how the rain is my fault.”

“Sorry. I’m being an ass,” Hugh admits, sitting down next to Paul on the neoprene mat. “But I’m starving. You know, in a movie, I’d now be wondering what you taste like. Luckily for you, and unluckily for me, you don’t have meat on you.”

Paul smiles slightly, but still doesn’t move. He’s conserving energy big time, so he literally hasn’t moved for the past two days, since they ran out of food.

Hugh leans against him.

“Good for you is also that you can’t feel faint from hunger. You know, the annoying thing about all this will be that if we get out of here, I’ll have lost my carefully cultivated muscles. Not that there’s anyone I could impress with them here, but... it’s a nice thought, you know? Getting off this rock and... you know, looking good enough that I can date someone immediately.”

“Why would you want to date someone immediately? Shouldn’t you rather want to find someone who shares similar interests?”

“Maybe I want to get laid.”

“Why?”

“’Cause it’s fun. ‘Cause it makes you feel alive. ‘Cause I haven’t gotten laid in ages. ‘Cause I’m missing that kind of human touch.”

That does make Paul turn towards him.

A tiny wave of rainwater splashes against the pedestal they’re sitting on. If the rain stays as bad, they might have to relocate during the night.

“I could provide that for you. If it’s essential to your wellbeing.”

Hugh sighs and closes his eyes, getting more comfortable on Paul’s shoulder.

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not? I might not be able to download the required mannerisms, but I’m sure you could explain them to me.”

“Exactly that’s why you couldn’t. It’s not ‘mannerisms’, Paul, it’s - it’s more of a want. Like... you want to please your partner, make them feel good. Those are the ‘mannerisms’ you need. And it doesn’t work if - it’s not a service, you know. Plus, right now? It would burn way too many calories, and I can’t afford that.”

“Okay,” Paul replies.

And that’s that.

They do have to move the tent a bit further upwards later. It’s not far, just up one of the ramps, but they don’t come with a handrail, and Hugh stumbles while walking up. He needs food.

“How long can a human survive without food?” Paul asks once they’re settled down again and Hugh is snuggled up against him again. Not because Paul is warm - he made sure that he has practically no heat output - but at least Paul is soft and feels alive.

“Hm. Depends. Couple weeks.”

“We should’ve rationed better.”

“Should’ve this, could’ve that. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Do we still have a beacon?”

That’s an odd question, but Hugh feels a little too cotton-y to think about why it’s so odd.

“Why?” he asks instead.

“If I’m able to position one at the entrance, I might be able to go outside without losing sight of the monolith through the rain, because I’d be able to watch the beacon’s blips and navigate back that way. I might be able to find something to eat.”

“Okay,” Hugh says.

Paul does just that the next morning (or evening, or noon. It’s hard to tell without their nuclear clocks working, but that’s just another bonus for having found shelter in the monolith. Sure, Paul was really happy to explore the place. Then a bit less happy when it turned out that the thing is practically useless, because as far as they know it’s just an empty building. Then even less happy when the rain that separated them from the rest of their group didn’t let up at all; even less happy when the rain started coming into the monolith.

Hugh spends the time Paul is away lying down and thinking of home. He’s not hungry anymore; he knows that that’s bad, but there isn’t much he can do about that, so why bother worrying about it? If Paul doesn’t find food, they’re screwed anyways. Home, however, is a nice thought.

He thinks about baby Hugh; about the way his mom looks at his dads, about Constanza’s postcards, about waking up to happy noise in the house, about suddenly bursting out into song together. About Camilla’s horse. About the little lavender wands his abuela would braid to let them play witch and wizard with as kids.

There are so many happy thoughts, or dreams, and it seems a bit dumb that the world doesn’t want all that. They could all just be nice to each other and there would be no need for war or pain or death, and everyone could get hugs.

The further Hugh slides off into dreamland, the less he feels the permeating wet cold of the monolith, and the more he feels his home again. Or his parents’ place. Hugh did have an apartment in San Francisco, after all. But his parents’ place was always... warm. Even in the winter when they had such huge problems with the heating constantly breaking, it had still been so warm.

He wakes up toasty. Really, really toasty, Sunday morning with French croissants and hot chocolate in bed-toasty. Someone is breathing shallowly into his ear, arms wrapped around Hugh’s torso, like a personalized big spoon for him.

Hugh is also wrapped in the sleeping bag, his shoes are removed, and there’s the smell of burned wood and grilled fish in the air.

Wait.

Grilled fish?

“Good morning, Hugh.” Paul’s voice is very close Hugh’s ear, sending pleasant shivers down his spine when Paul’s breath fans over the ear’s shell. “You’re awake, so maybe you’d like some fish? I’m not much of a cook, but I managed to find some edibles, and I don’t think I charred them too much.”

They feast on grilled fish, edible plants and even some edible tree bark. Paul wraps an arm around Hugh when they snuggle up again later, and towards the end of the day the rain lets up almost completely and they can go out and find the group again.

also let’s put in some sunrise curlfriends here bc why not! they deserve more content anyways!

Going Through Old Boxes

Michael’s sneeze echoes through the apartment.

“Bless you!” Tilly calls from the kitchen. “Did you open one of the boxes?”

“I did, and I also accidentally disturbed the dust. Why do you keep all these things?”

Tilly finishes pouring the tea, keeping an ear out for her girlfriend. They’re on their last day of packing Tilly’s things up so she can move in with Michael into her pretty loft, and apparently Michael has opinions about what Tilly decides to keep.

Another small sneeze, and then a quiet “What the fuck?”.

“What is it, Mikey?” she calls, picking up both their mugs and heading for the living room.

Michael is staring at an unshapely mass of pink fabric.

“What is this?”

Tilly sets their mugs down before sitting next to Michael again, tucking her legs under herself.

“Well, that’s my first handmade princess dress.”

Michael turns the dress, staring at it with a mixture of puzzlement and criticism.

“How did you put it on?”

“I’d show you, but I grew boobs since I made it, so...”

Michael’s face softens and she gives a small smirk.

“I like them.”

“I know.” Tilly pillows her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “I also grew a little bit in size, both vertically and horizontally, so I can’t wear this one anymore. There should be pictures though.”

Michael discards the dress carefully, then reaches into the box again, sniffling slightly. Her general dust allergy will not be happy if they keep going through the boxes.

“Is that... you?”

Tilly peeks at the pictures Michael is holding.

“Yeah.”

“Oh noooooo, you were adorable!” Michael squeals. Actually, honest-to-god squeals.

It’s the cutest sound Tilly has heard her girlfriend make, ever.

“Look at your hair! It’s so long, and so crazy! And your smile! You’re missing both your front teeth! Oh, god, you’re so cute! What are you... what happened in this one?”

“Um... I got my hands on the box of strawberries our neighbor brought over, and after that there were no strawberries left and my dress was messed up.”

“To be fair - it is more of a pink potato sack with holes than an actual dress. Can I keep this picture?”

“Not if you insult my dress.” Tilly pokes Michael’s stomach and leans back.

“Alright.” Michael turns towards her, cherry red lips curling into a smile. “Tilly, that’s a beautiful dress, and it shows you have great talent, and you were very cute wearing it. May I please keep this picture?”

“You think we should throw the dress out?”

Michael purses her lips.

“I mean... while I’m not saying that it’s not a work of art... um.”

“... it’s a pink potato sack with holes that still smells of about twenty year old strawberries?”

“Yeaaahh. Please tell me there’s something else other than princess dresses in the other -” She does a quick count. “- twelve boxes?”

“Um... I think box number eight might also have old drawings? And that one over there has all my old diaries, that’s why it was so heavy. Oh - oh, I should show you -” She scoots over to that box, flipping it open and releasing another cloud of dust. “Where is it... the blue one, I think.”

It takes a while for Tilly to flip through the pages until she’s found what she’s looking for.

“Okay,” she says and clears her throat. “Listen to this: ‘March 15th. I think the pretty girl from next door is a lesbian. Today Miss McAntosh explained to us what lesbians are; they’re like boys, except they’re girls. Or not. Sometimes they’re not girls, but they’re not boys, either, just something in between or something different. A lesbian is when you really like other girls. And want to kiss them a lot. I want to kiss a lot of girls very much, I think, only Mom says that that’s gross and gives you cooties. I looked up cooties, but it wasn’t on wikipedia, so maybe cooties don’t exist and kissing girls is actually so much fun mom is afraid I won’t do my homework anymore because kissing girls is more fun that than. Doesn’t really sound believable, but okay. To be honest, magnetic fields don’t sound believable either, and mom had been right about me not liking those, because they’re too complicated. Personally, I think girls are prettier than magnetic fields. I’m going to go out and play now.’ - what?”

Michael has her hand pressed against her mouth, convulsing in silent giggles. She shakes her head and motions for Tilly to go on.

“’March 21st: Update on the girl thing: I kissed Elana. It was rather wet, and she put my tongue into her mouth. She said that’s what her dad does with her mom. Tongues are weird and kind of slimy, but I liked the kissing. We also held hands, and then we climbed a tree and did some more kissing. I like how long her hair is.’ Okay, hold on. Hold on.” Tilly discards the diary and searches for a different book, then leafs through that until she’s found the page. “This is three years later, and we had another sex ed class. ‘October 10th. I saw a breast. It reminded me a little bit of when I was kissing the neighbors’ daughter in the tree in the backyard a few years ago, because it made me feel something similar. Maybe I am a lesbian. Do you turn into a super lesbian when you’ve had enough girl crushes? Do I get a cape? Those are very important questions. Mom says not to be ridiculous, I’m definitely not a lesbian. I mean of course I’m not - dad cut my hair really short and ugly, so I definitely won’t find a girlfriend that way, and then I can’t be a lesbian. I hope it grows again, and fast! I also hope mom doesn’t start talking about the straightening again. Especially because lesbians aren’t straight. Ugh, maybe I’ll find a pretty punk girlfriend with red lips and we’ll run away in her cool car. I might have to learn more about cars though, so I can impress her. Maybe I could also impress her by sewing cool patches on her jacket. I should learn how to do that. Right now.’ And that concludes the thrilling story of my burgeoning lesbianism.” Tilly smacks the book closed. “Did you like it?”

Michael wipes a tear from the corner of her eye.

“That’s just beautiful. You wanted to become a super lesbian by having enough girl crushes to... to do what?”

Tilly drops the diary back into the box and crawls close to Michael.

“I don’t know. Maybe to kiss the prettiest girl?”

Michael’s lips taste of strawberries, and if tiny, eleven year old Tilly had only known how incredibly nice kissing could be.

:DDDDD

>>domesticity prompts

#culmets #curlfriends #discovery #shroom-writing #sad-is-happy-for-deep-people #asks

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Truths Revealed | Ginny & Dante

Parties: Ginny Montague and @dante-montague

Date: April 1st, evening

Location: Their apartment

Summary: After an amazing weekend, Ginny’s happiness basically crashes down around her when she reads through Dante and Oz’s texts about her relationship with Will

Triggers/Other Notes: Just a whole lotta angst. Features lots of mentions of @willxcapulet and @theposeycapulet, as well as mentions of @ozmontague

Ginny had basically had one of the best weekends of her life. Rosaline and Tru's ceremony had been wonderful, the Capulet family had all been wonderful and welcomed her warmly during the Egg Hunt, and Will was in love with her. She was practically floating from how happy she was. Will had dropped her off shortly ago after the egg hunt, words of love whispered against her lips before she got out of the car and she was grinning all the way up to the apartment, the expression only brightening as Connery met her at the door. She crouched down and hugged him, petting him and cooing at him playfully before standing up, "Daddy, I'm back!" She called out, looking around, "Did you want me to start dinner?"

Dante was still struggling with the fact that Ginny was dating a Capulet. He hated them. Despised them, even. He hated this entire decree and he was only looking into getting to know Capulet submissives because they could be molded into what he wanted. Capulet Dominants on the other hand were a different story and it would not do for his daughter. He spent most of the day in his office working on a few things and trying to distract himself when he heard Ginny. "That would be perfect. How was the egg hunt?"

Ginny was still smiling, laughing as Connery barked happily and rushed off to the direction of Dante's office at the sound of the man's voice and she followed after, smiling when she saw him. "It was fun. Everyone was really nice and welcoming to me. Especially Lady Capulet, who admittedly I was nervous to meet." She explained, moving to him and leaning down to kiss his cheek, "C'mon, stop your working for the rest of the night."

Dante smiled when he saw his daughter walking in along with the rather rambunctious puppy. He moved to the dog bed Dante started keeping in his office and laid down still wagging his tail as he watched the two humans. "That sounds like it was fun. I'm sure it was rather fancy as they always are." He looked down at his work he had been working on and ran his hand over his face for a moment. "I've been working on the waterfront project more trying to get it moving faster."

Ginny let out a little hum, nodding. "It was nice, but it was also pretty relaxed since it was mainly for kids. Still though, it was a lot of fun. Thank you for letting me go with Will." She knew Will still wasn't her dad's favorite person, but she still had hope that she was maybe getting him to warm up to the other man. She wanted to ask if she could invite Will and Posey over for dinner, maybe for her birthday so her dad could get to know them more and vice versa, but she didn't want to push it right now so she held off. "So I can tell. But seriously, it's almost nighttime, so come on. You can use a break. Otherwise you might get some grays." She teased, grinning playfully at him.

Dante nodded as she spoke about the the egg hunt and being at the Capulet manor. "You're welcome, sweet pea." He smiled a little bit liking how she seemed so happy right now but he wished that it was with someone else. Someone with better standing. Someone who wasn't a Capulet. It was getting to the point where he was honestly considering an arranged claim like he had talked with Oz about. But he was also scared that she would completely pull away. He laughed a little bit then before shaking his head. "Only if I grow a beard out again would you even notice."

Ginny wrinkled her nose up at that, shaking her head, "Please never bring back the beard. It wasn't a good look." She smiled still as she said it before going over to him and grabbing his hand, giving it a tug to try and get him up, "Come ooon. Posey mentioned tacos earlier so now I'm craving some."

Dante laughed a little bit more as she mentioned the beard and nodded. "Promise I won't. I liked it though." He gripped her hand and stood up then with a raised brow and a little smile. "Tacos tonight then, I take it?" He walked out of the room with her snapping his fingers and Connery came running out with them going for his duck toy that he loved so much.

Ginny just nodded in agreement, grinning at him still as she got him up and then led the way over to the kitchen so she could start getting everything out for dinner, figuring she'd change out of her outfit once everything was cooking and she'd have time. "So other than the waterfront project, anything else going on new and exciting?"

Dante moved to pour himself another cup of coffee just sipping at it as she started to get dinner going for the two of them. He had been working most of the day so he hadn't really been out of his office or off the phone. "Nothing new really. The church restoration is coming along nicely. We're actually ahead of schedule which I'm very happy about. Just a lot of work." He sipped at his coffee again watching as Connery laid in his bed with his duck making him laugh a little bit. "Anything new with you? Anything interesting in your classes?"

Ginny nodded again, looking over to him every now and then as she worked and he spoke, "That sounds good, I'm sure the church will look beautiful once you're finished with it. And you're planning on making a house for Sin and Ava, right? She mentioned it last week during the bachelorette party. She's really nice." It felt like every Capulet she's met and spoken to has been nothing but nice and friendly and welcoming. A far cry from what she'd always been raised to believe. "Thankfully with break this week I have nothing to do, but right after will be prepping for final exams, so everything will be stressful soon enough. I'm going to spend the week finalizing everything with Terran's tux and then I'm going to get a start on one of my final projects. For my fashion design class we have to create ten different sketches and then actually make one of them."

Dante listened to her more nodding. "Yes, I am. I'm really excited for that actually. Its been awhile since I've been able to work on a house one on one with the couple. Its going to look amazing and I'm going to have fun with it." He liked Sin and Ava and he knew this was going to be one of his funner projects. As she spoke about her plans for break he nodded. "I'm sure Terran is going to love it. Same with Camilla. I can't wait to see everything you come up with." He sipped at his coffee then. "I'm going to watch the news, If you need any help just holler."

Ginny nodded, smiling to him, "I'm sure it'll look great at the end." She just gave him a little shrug, knowing she was still pretty nervous about making Terran's suit but so far so good. She was hoping it stayed that way. Part of her also wanted to mention that she'd interviewed for a job this week with the help of Will's cousin Melodie, but just like with the dinner, she didn't want to push just yet. She knew how he felt about the Capulets and figured she'd mentioned enough of them for now. "Alright, this shouldn't take too long. Like a half hour if anything. Go relax."

Dante nodded then. "I'm sure it will too. you have a very good eye and talent for this." He topped off his cup of coffee and nodded again before making his way to the living room and laying down onto the couch. He was tired and a bit stressed out as of late so relaxing for a half hour sounded amazing to him right now.

Ginny "Thanks, dad." She smiled at him as he left the room before she finished up with chopping up some peppers and onions and adding them to the pan to cook everything for dinner. She smiled as she heard squeaking coming from Connery playing with his toy and remembered then a video her dad had taken the other day of him. His phone was still on the counter so she reached over for it, planning on sending it to herself so she could post it, maybe send it to Will too since she knew how adorable he thought the puppy was. She found it in seconds and went to his texts to send it to herself- only when she did, she saw one of the first threads he had was with Oz. And while that wasn't much of a surprise, the fact that she saw her name there caught her attention and before she could stop herself she was clicking on it. She'd almost wished she hadn't. She'd been so consistently happy since Friday, the whole weekend just so..good. She'd never been this happy and content in what felt like her whole life. And with every text she read she felt that happiness crashing down around her, so sharply that it left her dizzy. Her eyes started to water up as she read what the two men had to say about her, about her relationship, felt her stomach sinking. She knew her dad wasn't the biggest fan of Will but..she thought he could at least be starting to like him, or at least respect the fact that he was who Ginny was choosing to be with. But clearly that'd all been an act. Text after text was nothing but insulting Will, how he didn't make enough money, how he wasn't good enough, how he couldn't handle her. There were insults about Posey and how she was being a bad influence, how Ginny was changing and having an attitude now. She had to roll her lips into her mouth and lean against the counter as she read on about her dad and Oz throwing around names of Dominants in her own family, trying to pick which one they wanted to get to try and be with her, as if she could so easily be swayed. Even the both of them thinking Rosemont was the lesser of evils and alluding that they may vote for her despite everything the vile woman stood for. It was the most recent texts that felt like the final slap in the face to her. Ones of her own father suggesting an arranged claim for her. She was trembling by the time she was done reading, breaths coming out shallow and tears streaked down the corners of her eyes. It wasn't until she heard Dante's voice asking if dinner was almost ready that she snapped out of it enough to move, walking out of the kitchen and to the living room, his phone gripped between her shaky fingers, "An arranged claim?"

Dante had almost fallen asleep watching the news only staying awake because of the squeaking that was coming from the puppy laying in his bed. He was regretting getting the dog that toy but he loved it and it kept him busy so he dealt with the squeaking when he could. As he asked if dinner was ready he wasn't expecting the answer that came form his daughter. He sat up on the couch and looked over at her seeing how upset she was and then seeing his phone in her hand and he knew she had read his texts between Oz and himself. He knew he was caught but what did she expect he was going to do? Just sit around and let her fall into the hands of the Capulets? She knew how much he despised them so how could she expect him to accept this? But what angered him right now was that she had gone through his phone without his permission. "Ginevra, why were you going through my phone?"

Ginny watched the emotions play out on his face, going from surprise to shock to anger and it just churned her stomach more. What right did he have to be angry right now? "I was looking for a video of Connery!" her breaths were coming out a bit harder and she needed to clench her jaw a bit to try and keep it together, "I....I can't believe you'd actually do that to me. A...And everything you said....how could you?"

Dante sat there and watched the anger running through her features. He still couldn't get over how much like her mother she was sometimes. "You know you are supposed to ask before you go through my phone though, Ginevra." He was mad but he knew she was as well and he could also see she was hurt. But he couldn't take things back now and he wasn't one to back down from something even when it was his daughter confronting him. "I never said anything that pointed towards me approving on this relationship you have with this Capulet. Oz and I thought you would have grown tired of him by now. Ginevra you know how I feel about the Capulets. How could you think I would ever be alright with this? I'm sorry, darling. I really am, but I'm never going to approve."

Ginny just shook her head, her features crumbling for a second because he wasn't even trying to explain himself or even the vaguest attempt of an apology and all of it was just twisting the knife further, cracking her heart just that much more. "Grown tired of him." She echoed in disbelief, huffing out a breath and shaking her head, "I know I had a reputation at school that I was easy and just used boys but I didn't think you actually believed it.." tears gathered in her eyes again but she forced herself to keep her voice from cracking until she heard the last bit and something snapped in her, making her composure waver more, "Because you won't let yourself!" she cried, "You're so set on this stupid feud that it's more important to you than seeing that I'm happy. Why doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Dante stood up and looked at his daughter more shaking his head. "No, Ginevra, I don't believe that and I never did. I know you better than anyone ever could. I know you're not like that but I also know you're used to a certain lifestyle and way of living and he can't give you that. He can't even make sure his sister is in line how can he take care of you?" He ran his hand over his face for a moment. "You don't know the Capulets like I know them because I've tried to shield you from them as much as I could. You don't know how manipulative and cruel they can be. They only care about themselves and just put on this pretty face for show." He took a few steps towards her then. "I want you to be happy, Ginevra. I do. That's the one things i want most in the world but I don't want you to end up like me. Bitter and heart broken because their claim couldn't be bothered to stay. I don't trust the Capulets and I never will so how can I trust one with my daughter?"

Ginny listened as he spoke but when he stood and came closer she took a step back, keeping a distance between them, "Don't." she swallowed, letting out a shaky breath, "If you actually knew me you'd know all that doesn't matter to me. Not really. I'm used to that lifestyle because it's all I've known. But that doesn't mean it's what I need. I'm not actually as shallow as you keep insisting that I am. And all you know about Posey is what you hear. You don't know her. And you don't know them. Will is firm with her but also lets her live her life. He lets her make mistakes and is there when she needs him to be. He's a good brother to her. And he'd never do to her what you're doing to me. He'd put his own biases aside if he saw she was truly happy. Like a good Dom." she didn't know if she wanted to cry or scream as he spoke and she took another step back, not wanting him close right now, "So then you better tell that to Sin. And to Tru. And to Oz. See how they feel when you tell them you'll never trust their claims." she tossed his phone onto the couch, watching it bounce for a second before she shook her head, "Just because mom left you doesn't mean Will is gonna leave me!"

Dante sighed as he stopped and just stood there looking at his daughter. He could feel his heart breaking as he thought about her pulling away entirely because of this and he had been scared that this would happen but he couldn't change how he felt. Not overnight at least. "It is all you've known, yes. You've never known anything less than luxury because I worked hard to make sure you didn't want for anything. That luxury was all you would ever know. Ginevra, you don't know what its like to live on a budget. You don't know what its like to live paycheck to paycheck. I do and I never wanted that for you so I made sure you would never have to experience that. I'm not saying you're shallow...but its harder than you think." Connery laid in his bed and whined a little bit at all the yelling. "I don't need to know her when I hear about how she gets punished so many times. Letting someone live their life and keeping them safe and in line are two different things. I let you live your life haven't I? But I've always had clear rules set out. I can't remember the last time I had to punish you, Ginevra." When she insinuated that he wasn't a good Dominant that's when he got angry. "Don't you dare tell me I am not a good dominant, young lady. I have sacrificed so much to make sure that you are safe, well taken care of, and happy and I would do it all again in a heart beat. When you have children of your own one day you will understand. You're young, Ginevra. You only chose your mark a year ago. You still have a lot to learn about life." He watched her then and shook his head. "Capulet submissive are one thing. Its the dominants that I don't trust. They abuse their power."

Ginny "I don't need luxury, dad! Living in some pristine little bubble and never wanting for anything and never struggling isn't a normal way to live for your whole life! And it's not what I want for my life!" She felt her fingers shaking and she clenched them into fists to try and calm herself, more tears trickling out the corners of her eyes but she didn't make a move to wipe them away "I can't believe how narrow-minded you are. She is a good person and I'm not going to let you to continue to insult her. Or Will." she grit her teeth as she saw him get angry, heard his voice raise and she shook her head again, "Like you're abusing your power right now?" She countered, swallowing again, "How can you talk about me like that to him? Trying to pawn me off to any Dom in the family like I'm some prize? Or an arranged claim? How can you say you love me and you want me happy when you're so willing to do that to me? I love him, dad. I'm in love with him. And you know what? He wants to claim me one day. We talk about it all the time. We talk about our future together and getting a house and having kids. And all of it makes me happier than I've ever been in my entire life. And if you pulled your head out of your ass for just a second and thought about someone other than yourself you'd see that. Everyone can see it. Except for you. You're the single most important person in my whole life and...every damn day it's killing me that you just can't accept that I'm happy!" she finally broke then, her face crumbling as she sobbed. "Wh-Why isn't that enough for you?"

Dante grit his teeth trying to control his anger. He hadn't been angry like this in a long time and he hated that it was towards his own daughter. "You don't know what its like to struggle, Ginevra. Its not some novel thing you see in the movies. You don't understand how hard and stressful it is to not know if you're going to have food on the table to feed your own daughter! If it wasn't for Oz and this family I don't know where we would be right now." He ran his hand over his face again to try and chase some of the anger away. "She is a bad influence on you. You've changed so much since you met both of them. You've gotten an attitude that wasn't there before and it is not a good thing. We were trying to find a dominant who would take care of you and make sure you were safe. Someone you got along with and could love." When she said she loved him his heart sank and the anger bubbled up in him more when she said he spoke to her about claiming her one day. "I will be damned if my daughter is claimed by a Capulet. You don't know what love is yet, Ginevra. You're young and you've barely experienced life. You'll understand one day but this boy claiming you will not happen. That is something me and your Lord agree upon. Now this conversation is over. I will finish dinner and you will go to your room."

Ginny unknowingly mimicked his expression, her own teeth gritting and her eyes narrowing, "She's not the reason I have an attitude. It's you. I've always been complacent in everything. I've always just...gone along with anything you wanted and tried to be perfect. But not anymore. Not with this. Not with him. I'm not going to stop fighting to be with him." Despite her anger the tears were still there and she huffed out a breath, "I love Will, Dad! And he doestake care of me. He'd do anything for me, even put up with your rules and abiding by your orders despite him being a Dominant as well. Why doesn't that mean anything to you? Why doesn't that show you how serious he is about me? That he's willing to go through so much just for me? That should mean more to you than how much money he has or his stupid last name." She was vaguely aware that she was shaking again, trembling from anger and upset and everything else coursing through her as she lashed out again, "You were younger than me when you met my mother! Does that mean you didn't love her then?" She shot back, shaking her head, "I'm not a child. You need to realize that. And no. It's not over. You can't just brush this aside. You can't act like you're not in the wrong here. I.." she trailed off, taking in a deep, shaky breath and shaking her head. "You can't decide things about my life. It's my life. And I am not going to let you ruin the best thing in it."

Dante took in a deep breath to try and calm himself more. "Love doesn't put food on the table, Ginevra. Love doesn't put a roof over your head or clothes on your back. Love won't feed your future children one day or make sure they are safe. There is a lot more that goes into it than love." When she mentioned him claiming her mother he almost growled. "I knew your mother for years before I claimed her. We hadn't been planning on entering a claim for awhile more but then she got pregnant and look what happened. She left us. We weren't ready to enter a claim and she left. I don't want that for you. You had to go through it once already and I never want you to go through it again. You don't know what love is, Ginevra. Its not something that happens overnight. Its something that's worked on." As she blatantly disobeyed him again he almost turned and punched the wall. His fists clenched and he could feel his nails cutting into the skin on his palms as he voice got louder as he pretty much yelled at her now. "I can and I will, young lady! I am your dominant. Lord Oz is your dominant. Not this boy no matter how much he thinks he is. We will discuss this further with the head of our family in the morning."

Ginny "Is that why you haven't bothered with it for years?" She shot back, knowing it was a low blow but right now she didn't care. She shook her head again, huffing angrily, "Just because your claim failed doesn't mean mine will! And I can't live my life in fear of it happening. You may be able to live without love, but I can't. Not after just finding it. And who says this happened over night? I've been with Will for months. In fact, longer than Oz knew Megan before claiming her!" She took another step back as he yelled at her, getting louder and more angry at her than she's ever seen him in her life. It scared her for a second, a flash of fear in her eyes and her body stiffening but she choked it down as best she could and shook her head, her whole body deflating a bit, "M-My whole life all I've wanted to do was make you proud of me. T'just..make you happy. To make up for mom leaving because....because I know people say I look like her..and I act like her. I never wanted to hurt you like she did. A..And likewise..I never thought you could hurt me like she did. And yet here you are.... trying to rip away something from me that....that's become so important to me. Every single day it breaks my heart that my being happy upsets you. And I thought maybe....just maybe one day you could see past your hatred to realize how much you're hurting me. But in reality you've just been biding your time and wishing for my heart to be broken. You've been trying to plot out my own future like I'm some...toy. Like I'm some doll you can manipulate into whatever you want.." Her lower lip was trembling and her breaths were coming out more shallow as she shook her head again, "I never thought anything could hurt more than my own mother not wanting me. But I was wrong. Because this.....my own father not trusting me with my own life..not letting me make my own choices and hating my happiness..nothing is worse than this."

Dante could feel all the old emotions coming back from when Angela left him all those years ago as Ginny started to bring it up again. He could feel the hurt and the anger boiling up in him and he could feel his heart, that he had worked so hard to glue back together, starting to shatter again. She didn't understand and he wasn't sure she would until she had a child of her own one day. He was doing this for her. He was trying to look out for her like he always did. He was the one who had stayed. He was the one who had picked up the role of father and mother to her through out all these years. He had shielded her from as much violence between the two families as he could. But then this boy had to come in and ruin it all. He could see how hurt she was and he usually caved and gave into her and gave her anything that she wanted but he couldn't cave on this. He had to swallow the lump in his throat before he spoke again. Calmer than before. Almost a scary calm. "We will discuss this with Lord Oz in the morning and you will not speak to me like that again. Now, go. To. Your. Room."

Ginny finally wiped at her face, smudging some of her makeup even more than it already was but she didn't care. It's like nothing she was saying was getting through to him. How couldn't he see how much he was hurting her? How was it that he wasn't even trying to act sorry about it? She never in her life thought he could do this to her, and yet here he was. And all the while he was remorseless. This has probably been the best weekend of her life and now it would forever be tarred with this. "No." She finally whispered, sniffling and shaking her head, "I can't do this anymore. I can't..." She looked up at him, meeting his eyes with her own tear-filled gaze as she shook her head and took another step back, reaching for the doorknob, "I already know now with all this that you don't have any trust in me. But if you have even an ounce left of respect for me...you're not going to follow me." As she spoke she opened the door. It was the first time she looked at him this way, with heartbreak and distrust in her eyes and she hated it and she just..needed to get away.

Dante knew he couldn't stop her but her turning his back on him like that set his anger ablaze again. He liked order and obedience and she was doing everything to go against that right now. His hands were shaking as he heard the door shut behind her. Without even thinking he took his coffee mug and threw it against the wall as he yelled a little bit and his body started to shake. Connery got up and ran to his office where his crate was and hid inside of it as Dante turned the store off that had now burned the food and locked himself into his room where he took his anger out finally. It was like a repeat of the day that Angela had left but now it was his daughter. He sat on the floor against his bed with a mess of broken things around him and tears running down his face. This apparently was the only thing he was good at. Pushing people away. He never thought he would do it to Ginevra but here they were...and he had no idea what to do about it now. He grabbed one of his t-shirts and tore it as he wrapped it around his bleeding knuckles. He didn't know how to fix this.

#para #para: 017 #chatzy #c: dante #y'all i got teary eyed multiple times

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