"To dream the impossible dream, that is my quest." - Prince Fernando of Asturias
+ Seb not getting what he ordered
+ the usual
Hello yes, look! It's baby Renault Fernando, isn't he so cute??? Who wouldn't want to force him into an arranged marriage, like cmon man be real. Here is the progress as usual, as well as his suit without the design, cause I'm pretty proud of it just blank even!
Okay so this is pure Fernando, innocent Fernando, before he had his apirations ripped way from him. Well not fully ripped away tbf, because that's the crux of his character: is it more humiliating to never succeed or to only succeed because someone handed it to you with concessions? I guess that's up for him to decide though ;;;
The thing I love about this drawing and young Fernando in general is how much easier it is to see his and Seb's similarities. Look how similar they look! Seb is just a bit more evil.
I think that's a big part as to why his feelings about Seb are so complicated. He both loves and hates how similar they are. From an egotistical point, he can appreciate and respect the familiar traits in Seb, the hunger, the exuberance, the pride, the ego. But also we hate seeing our own traits in other people, it's almost like turning a mirror on your worst traits and suddenly being able to see yourself from a new perspective. The biggest point here though is that Fernando turns that resentment onto Seb, as a way to clamp down on self hatred.
He becomes more bitter and resentful as he grows older, and loses a lot of his whimsy and joy. So it hurts him to see Seb, who in addition to getting everything he's ever wanted, also retain his whimsy. He, wrongly, just sees it as something that had to happen in order for him to grow up fully. It's more of a survival tactic, it started becoming unbefitting for him to have that level of unfounded confidence. That's the main reason he sees Seb as childish, immature and undeserving. He hasn't fully grown out of his capacity for whimsy and joy, and thus is below Fernando.
Well that was depressing oops! As the chibi art represents, this is probably a painting Seb got sent in the early days of planning their marriage. This is the Fernando who is still prideful, the Fernando who is still confident, the Fernando Seb vaguely remembers meeting his youth. Seeing this definitely pushes him even further towards the marriage(though tbf it's not like he even has a choice either.) Though when the time to actually start courting comes around, Fernando looks very uh different. This is both a joke about how different Fernando was in his first renault stint vs his second. But also I think he does show up very moody and disheveled, as a sort of last chance way to try and turn everyone on Seb's side, including Seb, off from the marriage. However, it's pretty much a done deal by that point.
Seb is uh, definitely confused, but I think he would be drawn to Fernando regardless. Actually, this might make Fernando even more appealing. Seb gets to push him all the time, try to break down his walls and get a glimpse at the real Fernando, if even just for a moment. Seb wishes he had more that just a blurry, vague recollection of Fernando at his peak confidence. Fernando definitely grows into something resembling his past self, after recovering from all the hurt, but there's just something about youthful exuberance that can't really be fully replicated.
Okay so about the quote. I went with Don Quixote this time instead of the typical Napoleon, because I thought it'd be funny. Fernando picks up the book at some point during his youth, and it inspires him a lot. He doesn't really see the satire in it, and comes to really admire Don Quixote's mentality, he's like "wow he never gives up! That's so admirable!" It definitely helps him through dark times to aspire to never give up no matter what. Though later Seb definitely rags on him for not knowing it was satire, and Fernando is like "wh-what do you mean satire?" But he's mentally strong enough atp for it to not cause his whole worldview collapse. About the quote specifically, there's definitely some part of him, even when young, that knows his aspirations are borderline impossible. I wonder if that part of him feels weirdly safe and comforted about the marriage. Yes, it's not ideal, but it's safe and secure. He gets what he wants, and there's no chance of anyone taking it away from him, no matter what.
I think his title would be Prince of Asturias? It was either that or duke, and I think prince fits him bettee(Machiavelli reference?) That title is currently the title for the heir to the Spanish throne. In this time period, it's also commonly used for the heir, but for Fernando it's a bit unsure. Like in real life, he's not directly the offspring, but he's still the most obvious choice for heir. But there's still enough room for Seb and his house to try to vie for the throne themselves, so it makes it all complicated.
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8 for roxanix perhaps?
8. "I made this for you." [from here!]
Prism, previously all tucked in and cozy in their bed, blinks her sleepiness away to Phoenix slightly tapping her on her shoulder. She hums slightly before yawning like a wordless question. She squints as she adjusts her vision in the morning light…
Only to be faced with a soot-covered Phoenix smiling down on her.
"Wh-What the--?!" Prism sits up suddenly as she reaches out for Phoenix. Her hand accidentally bumps into the breakfast tray they were holding. The sight of pancakes and a slightly disturbed coffee mug answers…some of her questions, but the answer came with even more questions.
"What happened to you? Why do you look like you just burned down the kitchen?!" She exclaims. She just notices a trail of smoke on the tip of Phoenix's hair. "And why are you smoldering while the breakfast looks pristine?"
Phoenix lets out a mischievous chuckle before winking at her. Prism sighs, slightly exasperated, but a smile manages to escape her lips. "You can't just laugh like that when I'm asking you an important question…"
She adjusts her position on the bed so that Phoenix could set the table tray on her lap. Now that their hands are finally free, they sign with a big ol' smile on their face.
'Just wanted to make something for you! A chef never reveals their secrets.' They giggle slightly again. 'Bon appetit~'
After the little flourish Phoenix made with their hands, Prism laughs as she shakes her head. They're still so unbelievable...
Now that she's able to take a whiff of her breakfast, she melts in this wonderful warmth. The room, the breakfast, Phoenix…who's just as radiant as ever. Even if they look like a solid shadow right now.
She takes the tissue on the tray and gestures to Phoenix to lean down to her. Once their head is in her grasp, she holds their chin, then she wipes their soot away while she pats down the smoke on their head. Once she could see their face properly, she kisses them softly on the lips.
"Thanks for making my morning, Phoenix." She whispers sweetly. Phoenix hums in great satisfaction. They were just about to move, but Prism doesn't let go of Phoenix's chin. "Hmm, one last thing, dear."
Phoenix looks at her expectantly, blinking at her with those sweet round eyes.
"…if something broke in the kitchen, you have to tell me. This is our damn house."
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We can’t help it! You’re too good!
24. “Two against one? No way!” For HEARTSTOPPER
I can just see Nick and Tao teaming up against Charlie to see ‘who’s the better tickler’
Proving a Point
~A/N ~ Here we go for another heartstopper fic!
I completely agree! I see the VISION from your MIND and I hope I conveyed it on paper properly lol.
- Enoy! ~
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"You guys want anything?" Nick offered as he stood from the couch.
He was about halfway through a movie night with Charlie and Tao, which meant the snacks were in desperate need for a refill. The other two boys shook their heads, with Tao pausing the show politely to wait for Nick to return.
Innocently, Charlie shifted towards the controls and hit the play button. The act alone was probably enough to clue Tao in on Charlie's mischievous demeanor, but the cheeky grin on Charlie's face made his intent obvious.
"You in a mood today or something?" Tao quipped, undoing Charlie's menace.
While usually that alone would shut Charlie up with a blush on his face, today was not one of those days. The boy gave a sneaky laugh to himself, before reaching over to play the movie again.
This time it was Nick who caught him.
"Oi!" Nick half-chuckled, giving Charlie a soft pinch to the ribs before sitting down next to him.
Charlie yelped out a singular giggle before resting his head against his boyfriend.
"You know what really gets him?" Tao asked with a smirk. "His-"
As Tao gave his answer Nick interjected at the same time. Determined to show off his Charlie knowledge and bond with a potential ally in the 'Tickle Charlie' task.
"-armpits." //// "Hips!"
As Charlie's cheeks burned and he hid his face in his arms, Nick and Tao stared at each other. While Tao was wondering what on earth Nick was on about (cause nothing was more ticklish than Charlie's armpits), Nick was shocked at the mere idea that Tao had come to any other conclusion than Charlie's hips being his death spot.
"Do you not know about Charlie's armpits?" Tao said breathlessly.
Nick let out a noise halfway between a gasp and a scoff. "Have you never tickled Charlie's hips?"
The boy in question could feel butterflies tussling in his stomach at the talk.
"I've never had to! His armpits do the job just fine!"
"Well you're missing out, he can't handle his hips."
"Fine, I'll prove it to you!" Tao sat upright from his slouched position and pulled Charlie towards him.
"Tao wait no!" Charlie screeched with a smile.
"Not now Charlie the adults are talking." Tao shushed him, a teasing tone effortlessly slipping it's way through his words. "We'll try both spots and see which is worse."
Nick grinned with a nod. "Alright. You go first."
Tao gave an indignant look. "So you can capitalize on all my hard work? I think not."
"Guys plehehease!" Charlie giggled, squirming in Tao's hold.
"Fine, we both go at the same time." Nick offered.
Charlie's eyes widened. "Two against one? No way!"
"Works for me." Tao grinned, swiftly swapping his hands from holding Charlie's arms to squeezing under them.
Charlie squealed, kicking his legs against the couch cushions and throwing his head from side to side.
"Interesting..." Nick hummed, a sly smile on his face. "I still reckon this is worse."
As he spoke, Nick rubbed smooth circles on Charlie's hip bones. No matter how much Charlie begged or laughed, Nick let his thumb push continuously against every sensitive nerve around the joint.
Poor Charlie was already halfway to losing it at this point. His usual bubbly giggles of early-stage tickles were full blown cackles already, and it didn't look like things were going to get any easier.
"That's definitely getting to him, but if you want to make him squeak-" Tao began, maneuvering his hands lower.
"Nononono Tahao!"
"Shush Charlie, I'm trying to educate your boyfriend!"
Nick pulled a face of playful outrage while Tao began clawing against poor Charlie.
"NAHAHA TAHAHAO!" Charlie squealed, high pitched yelps breaking through his laughter.
"-you've got to go for his ribs." Tao said loudly over Charlie's desperate begging.
Nick chuckled, retracting his hands from his boyfriend's waist. "That's great and all, but I know Charlie has a real weak spot juuuust-"
"NIHIHIHICK!"
"Hey!" Nick grumbled, spidering a hand up the side of Charlie's neck playfully. "Don't interrupt me when I'm winning the argument."
Tao rolled his eyes. "Anyways, what's this about Charlie's weakness?"
Nick grinned as Charlie began begging once more. "It's riiiiight... here."
Nick let his fingers ghost under Charlie's shirt, right on that torturously sensitive spot between his bellybutton and pantline.
With the agonizing claws on his ribs, and Nick's unbearably gentle whisps against his stomach, Charlie dissolved. His energy was sapped away by the fingers of his two favourite people, and he barely had the breath left to laugh.
"Guhuhuhuys plehehease!" Charlie giggled out, gently twisting away from whichever of Tao's hands felt particularly ticklish at that moment.
"Hmmm..." Tao muttered to Nick, completely ignoring the mess beneath him. "It seems to work alright, but I still maintain my role as superior tickler."
"Tahahao!" Charlie blushed, a flustered grin plastered on his face.
"Pfft." Nick scoffed playfully. "Look at him, he's jelly beneath these hands."
To illustrate his point, he wriggled his fingers menacingly at Charlie - who practically combusted at the sight.
Finally, after an age of tickling, 'accidental' teasing, and begging, Tao and Nick released their little guinea pig and let him flop against them on the couch.
"So Charlie, who's the best tickler?" Tao smirked down, wiping some of the hair from Charlie's forehead.
Charlie giggled in response, covering his face with an arm and shaking his head.
"No answer huh?" Nick laughed. "I guess it's a draw..."
Tao nodded. "We'll have to try again next time."
Amidst the high of post-tickle bliss, Charlie felt his stomach flip at the concept of another round of torture. Yes it was absolute agony being at the mercy of the two people who know him (and his ticklishness) the best, but he also couldn't deny just how happy it made him feel.
Would he survive another session? Who knows.
But that was a problem for future Charlie.
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