#come home by emmitt

[emu-the-astronomy-nerd]

My name is Emmitt and I am a minor. I enjoy space stuff and science. My fandoms are pjo, house md, dps, and arcane. I use he/they/it pronouns and I am boyflux as well as aceflux, aroflux, pansexual, and gay. Please do not interact if you are an nsfw, terf, zoo, homophobe/transphobe, racist, or sexist blog. I will add more later on!

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Come Home

Come Home is a story by Emmitt L.T. Thatcher (they/he). They have worked on this for a year or so, and was inspired by works like:

Project Ember by 2am Animations (Capcut and YouTube)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians(and all subsequent books/series) by Rick Riordan (Books)

Greek Mythology

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis (books)

Emmitt made sure to incorporate a lot of diversity into their story, such as;

People of color

LGBTQIA+ characters

Characters with trauma/PTSD

Different body types

*Emmitt does not have PTSD and they are not a POC, nor do they claim to be either. If you have tips on how to write characters who are these things, please tell them.

Come Home is a fantasy novel with side romance and a lot of work and time put into the story making.

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Let's meet the main characters! Feel free to ask Emmitt about any of them, they will happily answer your questions.

Icarus "Russ" FLARE, 20 years old (He/him)

Russ is the main character of Come Home. He's a transgender pansexual male who has trauma from being in a war as a child. He is Clanae, a species special to Come Home, which are sort of like elves from pop culture. He is the main translator for the cast, as he knows how to read and speak both Clanae and Celvin.

Voice claim: i told the moon about you by Ethan Jewell

Jason "Jace" Notch, 23 years old (He/him)

He is one of the main characters and is Icarus' love interest for most of the book. Across the book, we will find out that Jace might not be the loving, compassionate, and kind man we know him to be. He is a gay man and he has minor PSTD from his abusive childhood. He is a Celvin, which is the name for humans in Come Home.

Voice claim: Freeze Your Brain by Ryan McCartan

Sera(Seh-rah) Pérez, 25 years old (She/her)

She is one of the main characters and is a sister figure to Icarus. She is a transgender lesbian female and she gets jealous easily. She was the person who took Icarus in when he had nobody. She is a Celvin.

Voice claim: How Lovely by Reinaeiry

Kyre(Kai-uhr) Snowe, 26 years old (They/them)

They are one of the main characters and is Sera's love interest for most of the story. They are a nonbinary bisexual person. They are a Celvin, but they are learning how to read Clanae.

Voice claim: How I'd Kill by Cowboy Malfoy / D'Angelo Wallace

Lacy Dexter, 32 years old (She/they)

Lacy is a side-main character and she is the commander of the Clanae army. She is a demiromantic and demisexual woman. She is Clanae and she is the oldest of the entire cast. She has mastered Clanae magic, but prefers her bow and sword.

Voice claim: Our Word by Jessie Shelton

Asher Dexter, 32 years old (He/they)

Asher, like his sister Lacy, is a side-main character. He's an asexual omniromantic man. They are the second oldest and is Lacy's twin, being just a few minutes younger than her. He is a Clanae and is learning Celvin. He has mastered Clanae magic, but is the least recognized as strong. He is Kyre's best friend and Mateo's ex-partner.

Voice claim: IDK If I'm a Boy by Blue Foster

Mateo Raine, 30 years old (He/him)

Mateo is one of the antagonists and is Celvin, however, he understands Clanae and can read it. He has mastered Victorian Fire, the Celvin's magic, and he is an omnisexual man. He is one of the villains, but ends up getting redeemed.

Voice claim: Hex by 80purppp

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Links to CH things on Emmitt's main blog:

Questions they answered

Song

Royal AU

A scene they're writing

Their sister's oc

Lore sneak-peak

Draft

Brief rundown of series

More questions

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CH Tags:

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The aesthetic of the series mostly

You don't have to but I wanna see your take on CH!

hey I couldn't figure out a good way to put it into a mood board but I hope a cap cut video will suffice... ,:3

Make sure to listen with sound :33

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Creeksbrey Palace | Umbrage, SimDonia

With Bria being KBE-less, she's got more time on her hands. When she's not wedding planning, she's renovating. During the unveiling of Emmitt and Bria's new shared office, she gets an unexpected call.

Transcript Under the Cut

Bria: Ta-da! Welcome to your new office!

Emmitt: Wow.

Bria: So, what do you think? Be honest.

Emmitt: I think it looks great.

Bria: Do you really? Because if not, we can change it all back.

Emmitt: No, I like that now we have a bigger family room where my office was.

Emmitt: I love your little art studio. Getting back into it?

Bria: Yeah, I’m hoping it will fill some of my free time. At least until we get our KBE plan in motion...

Emmitt: And most of all, I love that I get to work side by side with my beautiful wife.

Bria: I’m excited about that, too. Hopefully it works out for us.

Emmitt: It will. Thanks for working on this, my love.

Bria: Of course.

Staffer (knocks): Sorry to disturb you, Your Royal Highnesses but the Grand Duchess has a phone call.

Bria: From who?

Staffer: Her Majesty, ma'am.

[alternative-ffa]

This story would normally begin with an alarm blaring; waking Emmitt up from a night full of pleasantly arousing dreams of gluttony. But Emmitt was always awakened by his servants rolling his breakfast trays into his room. No alarm is needed - once the smell of bacon, eggs, beans, sauages, toast, and more hits his nostrils.

His eyes opened. Both hands automatically cradling the side fat of his impossibly huge belly. He would gently scratch his fat fingers across the prominent stretch marks. They were so sensitive, due to his fantastically quick weight gain.

He loved being fat. Being able to reach down to grab handfuls of lard surrounding him caused ripples of pleasure throughout his body. Especially knowing that the hundreds of pounds of fat trapped him where he was. It was almost a badge of honor for him.

The servants themselves couldn't stand what they believed to be an immoral attraction to fat on the part of their employer. But it didn't change the fact that they were paid well, so they were required to bring him plates and plates of food throughout the day.

The chefs, who prepared his one and only pleasure: food; always tried not to think about where that food was going. Their job was to come up with the most flavorful creations for their gluttonous master. To them, keeping the distance between their skillful cooking and who was going to consume it, was what kept them from quitting entirely.

The chefs did not envy the tasks of the servants. At least they could practice their culinary art without their eyes being affronted with the immobile obese man who employed them. The servants didn't have that luxury.

The breakfast trays were rolled next to the king sized bed which was the permanent home of the 900 pound man they worked for. Due to his extreme size, they never needed to help him sit up to eat, because he couldn't lie flat on his back anyway. If he did, the weight of his breasts would choke him. Blubber, like a river, settles with gravity. So Emmitt was almost always propped up with pillows and his adjustable mattress - the head of the mattress at a 45° angle.

The trays were delivered and parked next to his bed. Then, the food was placed on a large table with a swinging arm that moved horizontally to rest in front of him - almost like a hospital tray that could move over his nonexistent lap. As he grew over the years, the table attached to the bed needed adjustments. Mainly to raise it higher and higher as the fat of his belly accumulated vertically. He loved the fact that his belly grew rounder and rounder, rather than the fat looking deflated and reaching his knees like a blanket.

Once the food was delivered, he ate.

And ate.

And ate.

It was almost impossible for him to get full. This always frustrated him. He loved the feeling of being full; so full he almost felt nauseous. But he had developed a tolerance to his own gluttonous appetite. At this point he could eat all day, constantly sucking down calories, and his belly never felt full. The satisfaction of a rock hard belly was no longer possible for him now.

His fantasies of a feeding tube - lard, butter, cream, extreme caloric intake... was what he wanted. The dream of reaching half a ton was going to be fulfilled, even if he couldn't match his sexual desires.

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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 41a

*Warning Adult Content*

Liam

"You can take him home today," the doctor said.

I tensed as I looked over to Mr. And Mrs. Carlisle.

They were happy as they should have been but I didn't think that it was a good idea.

"He will be weak so make sure that he goes through his physical therapist so he gets the strength back in his limbs. Also make sure he comes back in the next two weeks for a checkup," he informed us.

We agreed and I waited for the doctor to leave as we stood outside Aiden's door.

"Thank God, he's okay to leave so early. I'll get the car ready," Mrs. Carlisle said while her husband smiled.

I hated to do this but I was looking out for my mate... it was necessary.

"Um... Mrs. Carlisle. Can you wait for a second?" I asked.

She looked up at me with a questionable look.

"What is it honey?"

I took a deep breath.

"I don't think that taking him home with you is such a good idea," I stated hesitantly.

Looking from Grace to her husband I kept eye contact with both.

I stood straight... all Alpha at this moment.

Emmitt frowned at me.

"Excuse me?" Grace said her brows scrunched in confusion and disbelief.

I understood because what I was about to say would be hard for them.

"I think that Aiden should stay with me for the time being," I told them.

I heard Grace gasp in outrage.

"Why the hell would we do that? I have been worried sick about my son for too long, to just let you take him away. Are you out of your mind?" she exclaimed stepping close to me.

I didn't flinch at her tone merely stood there my face composed.

"Grace," Aiden's dad called to her.

She snapped her head over to him.

"Don't start Emmitt. I want my son home, now," she yelled.

He sighed closing his eyes.

"I know honey. I do to," he said.

Grace turned back to me.

"You are not taking Aiden. Just who do you think you are?"

Her blond hair was hanging over one shoulder wildly making her look like an avenging angel with her face of anger.

She was a very beautiful woman.

"I think I'm the man that loves your son more than anything in this world and I refuse to let him get hurt again," I said firmly.

She scoffed at me while Emmitt looked at me thoughtfully.

"You what?" Emmitt asked softly.

"I love him, sir," I confessed.

"That's all fine and dandy but you are not taking him and that's final," Grace said crossing her arms.

"Is Brent still living with you?" I glared over at her.

She opened her mouth but shut it... looking away from me.

"I refuse to have Aiden anywhere near that bastard. This is not going to happen again. I have no idea why he's not in jail right now... where he should be," I snapped out in rage.

"My brother's flight has been delayed. We can't do anything till they come back. He's family Liam. Even after what he did... I have to leave that up to his parents. As much as I want to let him rot in jail," Emmitt growled through clenched teeth. I shook my head.

"Aiden's not going home until Brent's gone. Till then I would appreciate it if you allow him to stay with me," I told them.

I knew this was hard on them.

"NO," Grace yelled at me.

Her husband wrapped him arms around her leaning his head close to her ear to whisper words only she would hear.

But of course I hear everything.

"I know this is hard but I think it's best. Until Brent leaves, Aiden wouldn't feel safe at home."

She shook her head, tears building in her eyes.

He pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

"I miss him, Emmitt," she sobbed.

"I know baby but he's safer with Liam then us at the moment," he said caressing the back of her hair in a soothing way.

After a while he looked up at me and nodded curtly at me keeping his wife in his arms.

I inclined my head in thanks and turned to the door and walked in.

Aiden was slowly lifting a spoon full of pudding in his mouth.

I smiled at him making my way over to his bed.

He looked up at me stuffing the spoon in his mouth.

"How are you doing?" I asked him.

He shrugged at me.

"I feel pathetic," he muffled around his pudding.

His voice was better than when he first started.

I chuckled leaning over and pecked his cheek softly.

"You are not pathetic," I scolded causing him to roll his eyes.

"So... I can go home today," he said.

"The nurses told me."

I nodded my head.

"How would you like to go away with me?" I asked him.

I've been thinking about this ever he woke up.

"W-what?" he looked up at me with a frown but I kept my smile on my face.

"I've had enough time to think since your coma and I want to have alone time with you Aiden. Have a weekend with just you, no interruptions, no people, just you and me."

I watched him hopefully.

He was speechless as he stared at me wide eyed.

"Please Aiden. I need this. We need this," I added.

He bit his lip looking down at his pudding for a while before looking up at me and giving me a beautiful smile.

I felt the relief swarm me.

"Thank you," I breathed.

"Wait, what about my parents?" he asked suddenly.

I ran the back of my fingers over his cheek.

"They said that you can stay with me for a while. It's for the best right now."

He gave me a questionable look.

"What do you mean?" I sighed.

"He's... still there," was all I said.

He was confused a little before his face cleared in understanding.

"I... don't..." he stuttered nervously.

"It's okay, Aiden. That's why I'm taking you with me. Plus I want time with you alone... like I said."

******

I left the hospital for a bit to let Aiden's parents have some time with him as he got ready to leave.

They brought him a big bag of clothes with them.

I told him I'd be there to pick him up in thirty minutes.

Right now I was going to the Pack house to get my things.

"Liam."

Dominic came up to my car as I got out.

"Hey."

I closed the car door and walked up to the house.

"How's Aiden doing?" he asked me.

We jogged up the stairs to my room.

"Good. The doctor said he can come home," I said opening my room door.

"That's good man but you're not going to let him go home with his cousin still there, are you?" the hesitance in his voice was understandable.

I could lose it at any moment whenever I heard his disgusting name.

I turned to look at Dom.

"Hell no, I told his parents that he was going to stay with me till the little shit was gone."

I reached in my closet pulling out my travel bag, grabbing the essentials.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he watched me stuff it with clothes.

"Aiden and I are going away for the weekend."

"Wait?" he frowned.

"Is he ready for that?" he asked.

I stopped and peered at him.

"What do you mean?"

He bit his lip.

"I mean he just got out of the hospital a week ago. Shouldn't he be taking it easy?"

"And that's exactly what he's going to do," I assured.

"I'm taking him away from all the stress that being here would do. He's not going to his house and my house if full of werewolves so I'm taking him somewhere special."

I went back to pack.

When I was done... Dom was sitting on my bed staring at the wall.

Zipping up my bag I sat next to him.

"How are you doing, Dom?" I asked him softly.

He scoffed shaking his head.

"I'm doing... it's horrible."

He lowered his head, rubbing his hands up and down his legs.

I've known him long enough to understand what that gesture meant. He was on the verge of crying.

"Hey, man..." I wanted to say it was going to be alright, you'll get through this but those where pretty words.

A lot of our kind have been reject by our human mates once the truth was out, some come around in the end.

But what if Jeanine never does.

"Hah. Look I've g-got to go," he struggled to say lifting his head up.

He was trying to make me less worried by putting a smile on his face but it was a pretty pathetic attempt.

"Have fun with your 'boyfriend'. You deserve it," he told me with honesty in his tone.

I watched him stand and walk out of the room.

I sighed as I grabbed my bag after sitting there think of what I could do for him.

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It's a huge number of people who are trying to find things to eat and d was putting out these are good and the guy with it was looking and he looks normal but he was not so he left and came back and got a bunch of stuff some of what she was saying and she felt better about it till she saw what he was doing when at home he was taking things she said was good and throwing it out and saying it's not and ruining her no people were not watching it the guy was really really angry about it and said she's alive and she's doing this and Mom got so mad he got so mad she said these people are trying to harvest so badly they don't care if they live or die and I see his point and she was livid. She started to go to berserk on them called Max up and told them what they're doing and Mac came down and started wailing on them. And we're talking about what the guy was doing with her suggestions of food and people in public don't like him and it's not the s*** out of the other s*** head it's one of bja and they told him he's doing it don't come back here I or we have you arrested. And he said I go where I want so they're arresting him tonight. And it's different race morlock arrested him they want things to eat and they want him to shut up and dee is doing a good job, didn't say that last part but our son did, and she does stuff to try and get people to eat and they elected so good and they said don't bother her to the guy and they're moving out on it actually to find this guy why he's doing it.

Giant number of warlock are dying

It's true. Millions of people are killing them all over the world this big groups going around looking for them again they keep messing everything up. there is something getting them really good tonight. Also mentioned Galactus and Galactica and said there is offspring and some people have what they think of DNA from the Giant. A lot of people have images and they don't look like morlock or even creatures eating morlok. And they look symmetrical and way too many of them you don't have that many pictures but they all look symmetrical the max or symmetrical but are built differently and they said what race is this. Sarasota side bothering one guy about it he says, you'll get yours and it says... oh big man because of the one guy and he's an inventor and you're so smart I guess you're afraid of giants... he said the last line after and the guy flipped out. Totally lost it and got all his guys and said we're going down there to figure out what it is and he heard I'll send a nice troop of Galactus and Galactica to intercept you and before you can blink the guy starts screaming orders to find them and he turns around and there's 20 of them standing there and yes and they were 80 ft and he went back to his idiots and they're a hundred behind them and they incinerated them all about 4 million people there and he started screaming again the Giants left and he said what did I do now he ruined me and he was tell the giant sorry he looks that's when they're like 12 ft and it says it's you and me mono a Mano. So it was a male Galactus started to laugh and he said what do you say he wants to grapple and corky said yes if that's the way it's going to be done and Galactus said I decide and he says yes. So you versus me in mortal Kombat I said yeah but no knives he started making a list, meanwhile Galactus was about 10 ft away cuz he been walking towards him while the guys blabbing and he hit him with the emmitter at 12 foot and you can really fry things pretty good and the guys thinking for a couple seconds out and his head exploded. The storeis like this all over the planet. And with that return is doing is pissing our son off but his wife got more angry all I have to say is that they're inclining there's a head is not detached and it was on and they're trying to revive them but really you people are nuts. Her son says the smaller ones in towns but you have to look at the shapes to see where they are

Thor Freya

I want to hear my song and he's playing for us and I only hear it

Hera

Olympus

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I'm so tired please let me go home

[emu-the-astronomy-nerd]

If you have advice on details or what to add to this to write it better, please give your input! Feel free to ask questions.

[come-home-official]

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[emu-the-astronomy-nerd]

Russ: golden hour and ashes to ashes

Jace: the last green leaves and magic frog

Sera: rose dusk and divine decision

Kyre: perfect breeze and upstream king

Lacy: pastel silk and power nap

Asher: gloomy skies and frozen heart

Mateo: soft light(i guess) and frozen heart

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what color pallet would they be?

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Chapter 14 Summary

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Gianni gives a eulogy at his father, Gustavo’s, funeral who died in prison. He spoke about his complicated relationship with his father that at least led to the family he knows and loves today. Bria checks in on Gianni over the phone. He worries about his younger brother who wasn't in attendance but Bria reassures him. She ends the call to head into a meeting at KBE with none other than Lydia.

Ella and her friends are enjoying college life from studying to hanging out with each other and of course, dating. Ella spends a lot of time with Eric. While the girls are studying, they begin talking about their love lives. Ella is conflicted on where things are going with Eric. The girls say they need to figure it out already.

Ella asks Eric his thoughts on their relationship. He says he’s hesitant because he thought she was. They laugh at the misunderstanding. They decide to take things to the next level sealing it with a kiss!

Olivia ends up acquiring the restaurant from her childhood. She created a Selvadoradian experience in SimDonia based on her culinary training. When she gets home one day, Grayson asks how Olivia is doing. She tells him excited but also feeling unwell. They wonder if she could be pregnant. They decide to take a test which comes back negative. They're relieved because it's not a part of their plan to have kids right now but Olivia appears sad.

Jennifer’s parents and brother are over for dinner. While Jennifer steps away, Gianni asks her parents for her hand in marriage. They agree. When she gets back, Gianni asks Jennifer to marry him. She says yes!

While Bria and Emmitt share breakfast, she reveals that she met with Lydia. He tells Emmitt that Lydia asks what she wants to remain happy in the firm. Bria is defensive at first but gives her demands of allowing her to be on the board of KBE, no secrets about her kids, and allow her children freedom when they aren’t doing royal duties. Emmitt wants to know what Lydia’s response is and to his surprise she agreed to Bria's requests.

Diana is playing with Mia and Gerhard Jr when she gets a call about Lydia. Lydia informs her that things are handled with Bria. And that everything is on track for her royal treatment plan.

Lydia meets with her secret society. They begin drafting up documents to be presented to The Queen and Parliament. Their next target is a Lord.

[alternative-ffa]

Winston - Introduction

Magnus, Freddy and Mary saw the transport ambulance coming towards them from deep within the trees surrounding the driveway. They all sat up from where they were sitting on the lower patio and made their way around to the main entrance where the ambulance would be stopping. The driver reversed the vehicle up to the ramp to the right of the staircase that led up to the front doors. Mary and the brothers held their breath as the two back swinging doors were opened and the boys saw their cousin for the first time. The gurney was pulled at from the back and what looked like a huge mass of flesh only covered by a transparent white sheet was rolled out of the ambulance. The boys knew where to look, but Mary’s eyes kept searching for the face of the morbidly obese man in front of her – all she could see was a jiggling pile of fat that barely looked human. The crew rotated the gurney and before anyone had any chance to even greet one another, Winston was rolled up the ramp and into the mansion.

Winston had never seen such a splendid place before. His eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped at the wonders inside the ancient building. There was a moment of silence as he looked around until one of the ambulance crew spoke, “Where should we drop him off?”

Magnus stepped forward and replied, “Ah, yes, please follow me. Winston – I’ll be taking you to your new bedroom.”

Mary could see a gentle smile from underneath the oxygen mask that Winston was wearing. Freddy then said, “Mary and I will go into the parlor while you get settled. Welcome home.”

They moved their separate ways: Magnus, Winston, and the ambulance crew continued on to the gold elevator where they would escort Winston into his bedroom; and Mary and Freddy took a left and walked into the parlor.

              Freddy let out a loud groan as he sat himself down on the couch. He had his left hand on his big round belly as if to steady it as he sat. Mary went over to the bar to make a drink. She saw that Freddy had already sat so she asked, “Would you like me to bring you over anything?”

He replied, “Oh yes, a double whiskey – one ice cube.”

Mary smirked, “The same drink Jim usually has, huh?”

He smiled back, “Yeah – I need something to just calm my nerves.” A long pause followed. Then he continued, “I mean: Winston. You saw him. He was not in good shape.”

Mary grabbed the drinks and went over to where Freddy was sitting. She replied, “Well, he’s about the same size as Jim and Emmitt – is it even surprising?”

“Well, yes. It wasn’t his size that was surprising. I expected that. It was his skin – all the sores, and just, how the fat settled about him. It’s pretty obvious he hasn’t received proper care in a long time. I-I don’t even think he’s left his bed until coming up here.”

Mary hesitated, then said, “I suppose I would have to look closer at him to determine really any of that.”

Freddy leaned back with his drink resting on the shelf that was his hard round belly as he said, “At least he will be getting proper care here.”

Mary then sat down with her drink and she asked, “How did you guys get in touch? I heard that you didn’t even know you had a cousin until a few months ago.”

He nodded, “Yeah, we didn’t even know he existed. It’s a long story, that. But for Winston’s sake, I am glad we found him.”

Mary lifted her drink and gently shook it in a circular motion as if to say, I have all the time in the world; so Freddy continued, “I guess it all started before we were even born. It was just our father and his older brother, who was Winston’s father, living in the mansion. Our father began putting on weight when he was only 13, and his brother, who happened to be named Jiminy as well, decided he wanted nothing to do with the situation. He turned 18 later that year – abdicated the throne and moved to Scotland. Our father never heard from him again. Apparently Winston was born in Scotland and was raised by his father – until he turned 17 and then was kicked out of the house on account of his size. I’m sure Winston could say more than I could about that situation. But, from 17 on – he lived in a small apartment alone. What he told me was that it was only the last 5 years of his life where he was completely immobile. The time before that he could at least move about the apartment.

‘To answer your question about how we got in touch: Winston began to research his ancestry. His father wanted nothing to do with the Leonharts when Winston grew up, so he knew nothing about his father’s side (OUR side). His father even changed his last name when he moved – he dropped the Leon and went with Hart. It was a common enough name to make him blend in. But that meant Winston didn’t even have the right name to search while looking up his ancestry. Eventually he found the plane that his father emigrated on, checked the manifest, and saw the name Leonhart. Once he had the right name, he found so much information – even our address here. He wrote us, explaining who he was and his situation. Magnus immediately wanted him to move in with us, but Jiminy was a bit more cautious. Winston had to prove he was our cousin before Jiminy let him move in here. It was simple enough – he took a DNA test. And that was conclusive: he was a Leonhart.”

              Mary had finished her drink by the time the story had ended. Freddy saw this and gulped down his whiskey, handing the empty glass to Mary and nodding his head in a single motion to subtly ask if he could get another. She smiled and took the empty glasses over to the bar to refill them. While she was mixing her drink, Magnus came through the parlor doors. He looked exhausted and was waddling over with his cane to the couches, with much difficulty. Freddy looked over and said, “Do you want help Magnus?”

He huffed and said, “No, I’m almost there.”

He slowly lowered himself onto the couch, using his cane and the arm of the couch for support. Once seated, he lifted his hands under the fat of his belly to even out the fat across his lap; lifting one side and gently placing it down, then reaching under the other side and following suit. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief from his breast pocket and then, between labored breaths said, “Mary, would you mind?” As he made a drinking gesture with his hand.

Mary was still at the bar, so she said, “Sure. Whiskey?”

Magnus nodded. Then Freddy asked, “How was Winston? I mean, what was the shape of him?”

He sighed and said, “Well, it’s not very good. He hasn’t had a proper bath or shower in years. Sure, in-home nurses came over to do basic tasks for him, but the closest he got to a shower was being wiped down with soapy rags maybe once a week. He has a lot of skin infections from not moving, or from the moisture between his rolls not being taken care of, or bed sores in general – it’s just not a good situation. The doctor is in there now, and once he is done, Winston will finally have his first real shower in over 5 years.”

Mary handed the boys their drinks and said, “Poor Winston, being neglected for so long.”

Magnus nodded, “Oh it’s quite the tragedy. Especially knowing that, if his father had stayed with the family, he would have been fine; he never would have been able to get to the point he’s gotten to.”

The three of them changed the subject and spent the rest of the afternoon in the parlor while they waited to hear from the servants that Winston had been taken care of.

                It wasn’t until the sun had gone down around 8:00pm when the parlor door opened. They were expecting an update from either the doctor, or even one of the servants, so they were surprised when the door opened and Winston himself was there. He was dressed in a dark red button down shirt and black pants (which were obviously Jiminy’s clothes), and he sat in a new motorized bariatric wheelchair made specifically for him. A servant had escorted him to the parlor and held the doors open as he maneuvered his wheelchair into the room. At first, the three of them stared silently, until Mary spoke up, “Winston, it’s good to see you! Please, come in.”

The boys snapped out of it and both greeted Winston and encouraged him to come and set his wheelchair by the couches with them. He had his round, fat fingers on the control mechanism of his wheelchair and the chair sporadically moved towards the couches, while Winston muttered swears under his breath at himself while he tried unsuccessfully to steadily roll over to where Mary and the boys were sitting. Freddy saw the difficulty he was having and stood himself up to help. He walked over behind the wheelchair and pushed it into position. Winston was grateful. Once he was next to the couches, Freddy helped him find the button to lock the wheels, and for the first time in decades – he was sitting with family. Winston spoke up, “Thank you – I haven’t really figured this thing out yet. I think I’m a bit too heavy handed on the throttle.”

Magnus replied, “Oh, Emmitt had a hard time with his when he first began using it. It just takes practice.”

Winston nodded. He looked over at his cousins and Mary and his eyes welled up with tears. He put his hand on the bridge of his nose and said, “I’m so sorry, it’s just…”, the tears began to silently fall down his fat cheeks, “…I haven’t had company in a very long time. Being here is just too good to be true.”

Freddy patted Winston’s hand with his and said, “We are glad you’re here.”

Mary handed Winston a small whiskey, and with tears still streaming down his face, he thanked her and gulped it down in one go. He closed his eyes and let out a big sigh as he said, “I just feel so much better. I mean, today – for the first time in years – I got a real shower. I was seen by an expert bariatric doctor. And, I finally have company. Not to mention these beautiful surroundings!”

They smiled at him. Magnus asked, “Have you had a chance to meet Emmitt or Jiminy yet?”

He replied, “No, not yet. I was actually surprised to find out one of you was named Jiminy – same as my father. I don’t really have any good memories with him though; the man tortured me over my size, so even the name Jiminy doesn’t really sit well with me.”

Freddy said, “Well, I’m sure our Jiminy is very different from your father. After all, he’s about your size, so you wouldn’t see him using your weight against you.”

Magnus seemed surprised and asked, “Your father never got big?”

Winston replied, “No. At least, not while I was around. I started putting on weight when I was about 11 or 12. I was terrified. As you all know, of course, the weight gain was not my fault. But for some reason, he couldn’t look at me, he didn’t talk to me… and when he did, I was something to be shamed and made fun of.”

Mary said sympathetically, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Winston smiled and continued, “I know that I didn’t really help our relationship. He was so cruel about my weight that when I was about 15, I just had this rebellious urge to stick it to him, I guess. It manifested itself as purposeful gluttony. I would waddle out of my room, shirtless, just to bother him, and grab all the food I could from the kitchen. I spent hours every day just stuffing myself in my bedroom. I don’t know why, but I felt that, by overeating the way I did, was a way to get back at him for his cruelty. It turns out it didn’t help. I made my situation worse. He kicked me out when I turned 17, and by that point I must have been around 400 pounds. I had no money, no job. I was too fat to really work - so I had to move into government housing. I had a single room. Once or twice a week, groceries were dropped off by volunteers, and occasionally I was cleaned with wipes by nurses who didn’t bother to hide the fact that they thought I was disgusting. I’m actually surprised that I have lived as long as I have given the horrible care I received.”

“Well, you will never receive horrible care again.” Magnus continued, “This is your home now, too.”

“And I am indescribably grateful.” Winston replied; the tears beginning to well up in his eyes again. He seemed to compose himself quicker this time and he asked, “Emmitt and Jiminy… they don’t come downstairs to the parlor?”

Mary stayed silent as she didn’t know them very well. She had met Emmitt once, but Jiminy was a complete stranger. She had been a guest at Leonhart Manor for over two weeks now, at the behest of Phineas (who had a panic attack and left the mansion for fear of the size of his brothers); and Mary ended up staying. She enjoyed the company of Freddy and Magnus. She even enjoyed the few times she had spent with Emmitt. But, in a sense, she was still on a hypothetical waiting list to meet Jiminy. Being who he was, not many people were allowed into Jiminy’s room; and Jiminy himself, never left his room. He was royalty. His brothers were as well, but they weren’t The King. Jiminy was. Every introduction had to include, “His Royal Highness, King, Jiminy Leonhart II.” And Jiminy himself did not like the formality. He was very reclusive on account of his long history of being a public figure. And his brothers didn’t even like to introduce him to new people given all of the complications and variables involved. After a few seconds, Magnus answered Winston’s question, “Emmitt comes down occasionally. Although, as you can imagine it takes quite a while to get him ready to come downstairs. Jiminy doesn’t leave his bed chamber. I mean, there are a few instances where he will – but only if he has to. Usually, if he has to meet with someone, he will insist on them coming up to his room.”

Winston replied, “Does that apply to me? Do you think I will have to meet him in his room?”

Magnus said, “Yes, most likely. I don’t think he will feel comfortable coming down to the parlor. It’s been quite a few years since he has.”

Winston said, “Well, I would really like to thank him in person. I know it was ultimately his decision whether I could move in with you all or not.”

Freddy said, “I’m sure we can arrange that. Considering you and he are basically the same size, I will be surprised if Jim has any opposition towards meeting you.”

Mary rolled her eyes and Freddy added, “Whereas Mary here – Jim still hasn’t agreed to meet her.”

Winston asked, “Why not?”

“It’s out of basic fear,” Freddy continued, “in his mind, why would anyone want to see him; especially a beautiful woman.”

Winston said, “Well, Mary, you don’t look bothered by my size. And I am sure I am much more terrifying looking than Jiminy.”

Magnus replied, “That is actually right. Not to be insulting, but you haven’t been taken care of properly – which of course is not your fault.”

Mary looked down to the floor. She didn’t want to imagine what the flesh looked like under the dark red shirt Winston was wearing. She had an idea of what it looked like, but she was sure her imagination was not in alignment with the reality of his body. Winston noticed the awkwardness and said to Mary, “You-you know, don’t you?”

Gently biting her bottom lip she nodded. Then she said, “I mean, I don’t know exactly. I haven’t seen it. But we were given an update.”

Magnus volunteered, “I did tell them both about your condition after I left your room. Not to be rude, but to just inform them of the circumstances.”

Winston moved his hand as if he was shooing away a fly and he said, “Oh I’m not offended; with the amount of strangers that have had to see my body over the years, I certainly don’t mind my own family seeing it and discussing it. At least with you all I’m confident you weren’t making fun of me... believe me, the comments I used to receive from the social service employees…”

He trailed off and his eyebrows furrowed with the negative memories.

Magnus spoke up, “I’m very glad you are here with us now. I can’t imagine what you went through all alone over the years.”

Winston nodded. Then Freddy said, “Well, that is the past, and now Winston is with us.”

They all nodded and expressed agreement, then Freddy continued, “Hey, why don’t we have a toast? To the reunion of family.”

He wiggled to the edge of the couch and pulled himself up by pushing off of the arm of the sofa. Then, with his hard round belly resting on his hand, he waddled over to the bar and pulled out a chilled bottle of champagne. Then Mary stood up and walked over to him – knowing that he couldn’t carry the bottle, the four glasses, and his belly, at the same time. She grabbed the four champagne flutes and they both walked back to the couches. Freddy popped the cork and then gently poured the glasses full. Mary handed a glass to Winston and Magnus, then Mary and Freddy picked theirs up. All four of them lifted their glasses in the air as Freddy said, “To Winston. Welcome to Leonhart Manor!”

Then they sipped their champagne and continued to chat into the night.