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The plan was extremely simple: to take advantage of the conflict between Duke Eckart and Marquis Ellen by fictitiously marrying the duke's daughter. Then, to make a fuss between several factions because of a sudden wedding, thereby luring several influential houses to their side. Then divorce under the mocking pretext of non-fulfillment of marital duty by the spouse.

That's just, His Highness the Crown Prince, absolutely does not want to divorce his wife. What could have gone wrong?

VADD FLASH FICTION: PAPERWORK PILEUP

One day, while Callisto was poisoned and on his supposed death bed again and with Penelope away and scheduled to return soon.

Cedric looked at the pile of mounting paperwork and then at the Baroness, the closest thing Callisto had to a mother, worries over their charge for two completely different reasons. Cedric puffs up and produces a letter and mouths ‘I got this.’ To the Baroness.

“Your Highness, oh, what should I tell Lady Penelope?” He said in despair. The Prince twitched. “She should have returned by now and is no doubt getting ready for the date. Or perhaps she’s there by now. Oh the poor lady, she’ll think you’ve jilted her.”

The Prince twitches harder. And Cedric continues. “She doesn’t know what’s been going on and this might push her into another’s arms. I heard she’s good friends with the Marquis Verdandi.”

Callisto springs up in bed, the ill effects of the poison gone and miraculously now fully healed.

“Your Highness!” The Baroness cries in relief from her seat but Callisto spares her no mind as he races for his wardrobe and orders them to prepare him a bath.

As soon as he’s ready, Cedric hands him the letter he was holding. “Oh, and this came for you two days ago.”

Callisto spotted the Eckart crest and quickly grabbed it from him. He tore it open and read it before his face fell.

“It seems the Princess has been delayed until three days from now. A combination of poor weather and dangerous roads holding her back.” He sighed before he dropped onto his bed. “Still I’m glad that she’s safe.”

Cedric had known the contents, the messenger had given him a brief rundown of the situation when he had received it on the Crown Prince’s behalf. Cedric consoled his liege. “There, there. At least you didn’t inadvertently stand her up or give her a false impression that you were jilting her.”

He then coaxed and led the Crown Prince to his office with surprising efficiency, so much so that by the time Callisto had even realized it and come out of his stupor, he had signed half of one pile of documents and had eaten a hearty lunch that the Baroness had brought. He stared at his aide in confused suspicion but the man was purposefully focused on his own work before he stood up and excused himself.

As he walked out of the door he glanced back at his employer. “Your Highness, I’m so happy that you’ve woken up and though I do feel bad that your date has been postponed, please look on the bright side. At least you’ll get to spend more time with the Lady if you get all your paperwork done in time.”

And then the door slammed shut behind him.

Imperial Domesticity: Expectant Father

A story about Callisto during Penelope’s first pregnancy. I just want some fluff.

Callisto helped Penelope up and out of the cave as carefully and gently as he could, it wasn’t lost on him that some of his most significant moments with her were in caves. The weight of his sword was a comforting presence of safety as they made the (slightly hazardous) trek back up the mountain and into the little hovel… er house, that Penelope had been living in while she worked for the last few years. He had been there a few times for short visits. He knew the house quite well, though it was quite bare and utalitarian since most of her things was in their shared bedroom within the Imperial Palace.

His fiancee (his pregnant fiancee), yawned tiredly even as she shivered. Callisto frowned at the sight and led her to the bedroom, or at least he meant to. He paused midway as he observed the way the house seemed emptier, the stacks of papers on the desk was higher than usual and he worried that she was overworking herself when she was pregnant. He clucked his tongue and made sure to speak to the wizard who he had assigned to her before he resumed his steps, eventually just sweeping her up into his arms when she almost fell out of sheer exhaustion.

He placed her gently on her bed and helped her strip off the wet clothes before he reached for the towel and helped her dry herself. Then he helped her dress in her nightgown before tucking her in. When he was certain she was asleep, he stripped and lit the fire in the fireplace before returning to the bed. He stared at her for a few moments, happily taking in the beautiful sight of his fiancee illuminnated by the moonlight before his gaze fell from her face and down to her still flat stomach. His hand reached out and gently stroked it before he dipped his head and kissed the womb where their unborn child grew.

‘I would love a girl.’ He thought. ‘But, so long as you and your mother are healthy, I truly don’t care if you weren’t. You would always be our beloved little one.’

And then he lay down and pulled his Princess, no, his soon-to-be-wife, into his arms and let sleep drift into him.

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In the morning, Callisto woke up to the annoying ring of the communication orb that only Cedric used. Penelope groaned as she stirred and he immediately answered it.

“Your Majesty! Where are you?!?” Cedric asked in frantic annoyance.

Callisto glared at the man with quite a lot of spite as Penelope began to truly leave the realm of sleep. “With the Princess.” He answered as bluntly and flatly as he could. After all, where else would he be if he wasn’t in the Imperial Palace?

“It’s not a visitation day though.”

“So?” He was the Emperor, he could do what he wanted. Though he had been good and had been playing nice for Penelope’s sake as he waited for her to finally be ready despite knowing that there was a large possibility it would never happen. That was why he was so happy for their little blessing. He had accepted that Penelope might never be ready for marriage or to start a family. And that it would just be the two of them living as lovers and nothing more. But this… to know that Penelope was finally ready to marry and that they were soon to become parents? No amount of happiness could overcome this.

“There are papers that need to be signed. What time will you be back?”

Porter knew that trying to get him to leave the Princess’ bed right now would only end in him vindictively dumping more work on his desk and was careful not to push on the issue of his returning to the Palace immediately.

“Is there a war?” He asked.

“No.”

“Is there an emergency where lives are at stake?”

“No.”

“Is it something that would go away if I kill the nobleman who was responsible for it?”

The Princess pinched his arm at his words and Cedric stared at him blankly. “No.”

“Tch, then just leave it. I’ll deal with it when I return. Just make sure to have the wizards ready to get the Princess and I when I call.”

He cut off the call immediately and placed it back on the table before he pulled her back to him. His hand tangled itself into soft magenta curls. “We’ll need to start planning the wedding soon.” He murmured into her hair. “I can send people over to pack your things.”

“There’s no need.” Penelope told him.

“Are you planning to just leave them here?” He traced patterns into the soft, unblemished skin of her back and arms. His hands wandered here and there, leaving goose bumps where his hands touched. Could feel her heartbeat pick up. “It doesn’t matter to me, either way. I can just call for some tailors and seamstresses for you.”

The Princess placed gentle kisses on his neck before she looked up. “No, it’s because the house is pretty much packed up.”

“What?” Then he scanned his surroundings now illuminated clearly by the morning light. And he finally noticed that, yes, her clothing was mostly packed away in bags now. And the sparseness of the room was to a different degree.

Though this wasn’t the kind of thing that could have been achieved within a day. “But you only found out about the baby yesterday?”

“Yes.” His Princess confirmed with a chuckle at his confusion. “I found out that I could be pregnant yesterday, but I’ve been preparing my replacement and packing things for the last month.” She explained as she kissed his lips. “I decided that I was ready to get married right after our birthdays. That’s why I’ve been so busy recently. I wanted to surprise you when I went home tomorrow that I’ll be there to stay.”

It always brought him an irrational sense of joy whenever she called the Palace, home. And especially now that he knew that her decision came long before the discovery of the babe.

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The first thing Callisto did when they returned to the palace, to their home, was to set a date for the wedding. Penelope had tried to insist on a small and quiet wedding but he had argued (and won) against it. First, not only was he the Emperor and she, the Empress-to-be, which meant that they needed a formal ceremony so that she could be properly recognized and crowned. Second, people would talk and would perhaps question the legitimacy of their marriage and their child. Third, she was the daughter of the only Duke in the Empire and as such, there would be a backlash, especially by the Eckarts (though he didn’t particularly care for them but had thrown them in for good measure) who would no doubt be upset by it all. And finally, he had waited five years and was going to be deprived of the five-year-long honeymoon he’d been promised.

That had won her over and she finally consented to a proper wedding. Callisto took care of most of the planning, Penelope being too tired from the pregnancy to do much so early in the day, which was when they (he) did most of the wedding planning. Afternoons were set aside for them to do their respective duties with his bride having long ago taken on the duties of the Empress, though in a less official capacity. And the evenings were spent wrapped up in pleasure as the pregnancy inspired new heights to her lust. Which also went hand in hand with why she was so tired.

Whatever free time he had, he spent it having his old palace renovated and prepared for the future Crown Prince or Princess. A project that they had both taken to heart.

The Porters' experiences in child rearing came in handy as they spoke to them quite candidly about their experiences in child-rearing.

And so did the fifty books on parenting he had read, the four hundred testimonials of his staff, and the full medical team he had that was always checking on Penelope and the baby.

He thought he was justified in what he was doing. Between the poison from the Leila, the backlash from using her magic, and the abuse and starvation she had gone through while at the Duchy, he worried for her health constantly.

Callisto also made sure that her duties would be reduced so as not to cause too much stress on her body. Instead, he contented himself with watching her flutter about trying to design the nursery, making toys for the babe, and discussing child-rearing practices from her world, a discussion he gladly took part in. He listened to her talk about all of the novel concepts she had learned from her time working as a nanny for one of the part-time work she had held in her previous life and he found himself drawn to the way things had been done there.

He didn’t want his children to grow up estranged from them, he wanted to be there and be an active participant in their lives, in a way that his father had never been. He wanted to be there for their first words, their first steps, everything! And he wanted to make sure that his child’s right to inherit would never be questioned, especially if the babe was a girl and the only child Penelope would ever have. So he got to work changing the succession laws.

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Callisto stared at his wife in disbelief. Whatever he had expected from his wedding night, it wasn’t this. His new wife was sleeping with a smile of contentment on her face even if she had fallen asleep just as he’d begun his gentle seduction of her for the second time that night. Yes, technically, the marriage had already been consummated earlier as they’d bathed together, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want another, more proper consummation in their marital bed.

Still, he sighed before he let out a gentle laugh as he watched her sleep on. Her face turned to his hand as he caressed it gently. The exhaustion from the festivities of their wedding fell away the longer and deeper she slept.

He pulled away from her for a moment as he went down to her belly and kissed it through the thin fabric of her nightgown. “Good night my baby. Papa loves you so much.” He whispered. “I can’t wait to feel you start to move, especially for the day I get to meet you.”

Then he straightened himself and kissed his wife before he lay down and let her curl herself into his side. “Good night, My Love. Thank you for choosing me.” He murmured into her hair.

“Hmm.” His wife mumbled. “I love you.” She said sleepily before her breathing evened out again.

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Just as the beginnings of the more obvious changes to Penelope’s body began, Callisto decided to call for the tailors and seamstresses to make an entirely new wardrobe for her. It wasn’t just the fact that the baby was now making itself known, it was also the fact that the seasons had shifted and the silks he had dressed her in were now too light and thin to withstand the fall and coming winter seasons.

He lavished his wife with every comfort she could ever want, made it a point to see her at least once an hour if possible, and even put up with the intrusion of his newly reconciled in-laws.

The further along her pregnancy went, the more doubts and fears crept up into him. What if he was a bad father? What if he made the same mistakes as his father? What if something went wrong and he lost Penelope and the baby? What if…

There were too many things swirling around in his mind like a storm that was unable to stop.

And then one day, as the two of them sat down for tea, Callisto had brushed his hand across her womb and felt it. The telltale kick he had been waiting for and bother his wife over the last few months.

It had taken a moment for his mind to understand what it was as he sat there stunned. But then it happened again and again and he found himself laughing in delight. His heart soared with love as he quickly shifted himself to kneel on the floor, one hand on the side of her womb where the baby kicked and his head lay on the other side. Penelope held his other hand as he murmured encouragements and words of love to their little one.

“I love you, Callisto Regulus.” He heard her say. “And I’m very happy with my life here with you. I’m happy that I made the choice that I did, and I’m happy that I chose you.”

Callisto inhaled sharply as something settled in him. This contentment and peace that he had long craved, the connection and unabounding love that he’d lacked and searched for was here, in this very room. His whole world was made of this woman and the child growing in her. His greatest treasure. She hummed a tune softly as she stroked his hair while he waited for his child to move again.

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He stayed with her throughout the whole delivery. His teeth gritted at the way her face twisted with pain as contractions hit her, even as she tried (and failed) to break his hand when she squeezed it tight. He silently prayed that it would be over soon and that his family would be safe.

Even as he wiped away the sweat from her beautiful face as she leaned on him for support, he whispered quiet reassurances. Callisto had broken tradition and had banned any but the medical staff and her loyal maid from entering the chambers while she gave birth so as not to over-tax his wife with the added stress of the many stares of courtiers watching. It was unprecedented, especially the active role he took but he didn’t care. He was the Emperor and she was his Empress, no one stood above them in this empire.

Callisto heard a sharp and loud cry just a few short breaths after the Doctor had announced the babe’s arrival. “It’s a girl, Your Majesty…” The Doctor declared. And from the first moment he had heard that cry, his heart shattered and remade itself. His world grew into two, and is now more tangible.

“But… Your Majesties…” The Doctor was hesitant as the whispers and gasps of the medical team abounded.

His heart sank and he felt his beloved wife begin to shake in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” He demanded, fearful for his daughter’s life and wellbeing.

“She’s healthy.” He reassured them but he was hesitating.

“Out with it!” He commanded.

“She has dragon wings.” The Doctor said immediately as he presented the child to them.

Callisto blinked and shared a glance with Penelope as she reached for the babe, arms a bit shaky.

The two of them looked at their beautiful daughter and he fell deeply in love, as deeply as he felt for his wife, but so very different. And sure enough, their beautiful child had wings sticking out from her back.

There were whispers of prophecies and the second coming of the golden dragon going around the room but that was something for him to think on later. Right now, his attention was on the child that made up the other half of his world.

“Welcome to the world, Judith Regulus.” He said as he grasped her little hand gently. The name they had chosen sat well with their beautiful girl. “We love you very much.” They both whispered to their daughter.

For something that was meant to be a one shot, Imperial Domesticity is now turning into a full on series. I’ll compile this into a proper fic on AO3 when I have the time. Also just me craving for some sweet content between the two. And I wanted a fic about Callisto throughout the pregnancy and just him being so in love with Penelope and the unborn baby and just being so happy but also being terrified of making the same mistakes as his father and being hated by his child.

@saneijeijei set a deadline for our new work named “Marriage of convenience” to come out in August.

The main plot revolves around the Eckharts being pressured by Marquis Ellen, who found out that they have purposely hid a newly discovered diamond mind not submitting all the rights for it development to the imperial family. The duchy is pushed into a corner by the Marquis, who is their main political antagonist, and the emperor, who strives to put reigns on the duchy that doesn’t support any of his heirs and has a bit too many privileges and influence. As a result, in order to avoid to be labeled as traitors, their only choice is to get one of their children married into the royal family or its branches. While the Marquis wanted to marry one of his relatives to either of duke’s sons and probably get an heir to the duchy in his camp, the duke makes a desperate deal with the crown prince. Penelope becomes a pawn in this deal as she is to be his wife until the Eckharts help to either push the second prince down or put Callisto on the throne. But will the sides upkeep their promises and will she be granted a proper divorce after several years as agreed? Of course fucking not what are you talking about

Only because she liked it I will post this

My artistic skill are not near enough to replicate the sass of this lady, look at her ✨just look at her✨

Reference from some vintage photos from a post I saw on tumblr years ago

The Handkerchief

Okay, am I the only one who thought Penelope might have been slightly jealous when Callisto brought up the fact that the handkerchief was from another woman? It seemed to me like Callisto might have been angling for one from her. (And I’m disregarding the translation that says it was given before the hunt. Because what I remembered reading originally was before the war).

There’s a symbolism of accepting and keeping a woman’s hanky which means that you accept and reciprocate her feelings.

Callisto: I’ll give it to the Princess and maybe she’ll give me one as an indirect love confession.

Penelope, a bit jealous: Here, wash it up and give it back to her if you don’t want it.

Callisto: The Princess is cold but I love it.

(Callisto likes the chase)

It could be that the handkerchief was really Callisto’s and he was giving it to her, just hoping for an exchange as well because then she’d be obligated to keep it to wash it and she could conveniently forget it and give him a new one.

Meaning that they reciprocate each other’s feelings and want a relationship. But he also wasn’t sure how it’d be taken so he tells her it’s from another woman to gauge her reaction.

Because Callisto at 12 or 13 receiving a hanky and holding on to it without it getting soiled or stained, or just plain ruined while he was at war for almost ten years is nearly impossible unless he left it at his palace. In that case, how’d he even remember something like that? Like this man, I think also has a case of subjective memory… He purposefully forgot that he nearly killed her at the maze.

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If you’ve read this far… welcome to the hidden side plot from the past.

Penelope at the age of seven was an independent child who had grown up practical and pragmatic but loved deeply by her family. Penelope was there with her mother and the caravan and runs into an older child who was about eleven or twelve. He was a pretty boy with hair like gold and eyes like the rubies the wealthier merchants traded.

She was unknowing of his real identity, of the Crown Prince that now holds her hands and takes in the streets of the capital, the narrow corridors of the slums that she’s taken to showing him around. He’s a wealthy child, she can tell immediately from the make of his clothes. The merchant in her can easily see that. The poor commoner child that she was felt some slight envy at the obvious luxuries he had. But more than that… he looked the very definition of rich and she loved looking at rich people. Especially when they were like this boy who was like a living jewelry. Gold and rubies.

She shows him the life of a commoner, of the children she’s learned to play with. And teaches him what it’s like, let’s him experience what her life is like. She calls him Cal and he calls her Penny.

Mother calls for her and she pulls him along, laughing happily. (She doesn’t know that the boy looks enraptured at the child with dark pink hair who laughs so freely). Mother pats her head and bends down to kiss her and give her a hug, inquiring over her health before turning to Cal who she introduces immediately.

Mother smiles at him and pats him as well. Gives him a small kiss on the forehead and a hug. “Any friend of my daughter is a friend of mine as well.”

The caravan, her family, all laughingly echo that. And they give him a place at their table. Invite some of the others as well and share a simple meal. Cal watches all this with a wistful longing smile, listening to their tales and happy teasing. (He nods to himself, resolute. He marches off to war soon and he knows what he needs to fight for now. It’s this tangible thing, this one happy family. This warm girl who smiles and laughs freely.)

When the sun dips low, Cal says goodbye. Penelope is used to this. Never has friends that she gets to keep, is used to hellos and goodbyes and reunions and distances but somehow she thinks it’s different with Cal, as if he’s found the answer to some question that’s been in his mind for so long. She wonders what it was but knows better to ask so she wishes him well.

She has nothing to give but a simple handkerchief. It’s not to the quality that he’s no doubt used to but it’s the best thing she has, it’s clean and new. Grandma had made it for her. Had woven it herself and created the patterns on it. She presses it to his hands.

“For you.” She says. “To remember today.”

He’s silent, looking at it with a frown but he nods.

“Have a good life, Cal. And be safe.”

The golden boy walks away into the distance and she returns to her family.

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Callisto walks no more than twenty steps into the alley he’d turned into when he stops. Porter appears silent like a shadow along with three other men, his guards who’d been shadowing him from a distance. He knows they’d been following him since he snuck out but he just… he needed this moment.

Needed to understand the heart of the Empire, of this place that he was being sacrificed for. Needed to see why he was being sent off to fight in a war. Why he needed to bloody his hands, his mind, his heart; why he needed to taint his very soul.

But he’s found that answer. He wants to do it for her. This innocent little girl who welcomed him without another thought.

“Are you done, Your Highness?” Porter asked. Not commenting on the handkerchief he holds in his hands. Staring at the delicate fabric.

“Yes, let’s return to the palace now.”

If the Empire had more children, more families like that one… he wanted to protect them. He remembered the spike of jealousy at the way her family had so easily shown affection. At the open love her mother showered her with. His forehead feels warm from where the woman had given him a motherly kiss.

His heart has been closed for awhile now, after his mother’s death. After, the remarriage. After the assassination. But for a moment… even if he felt like an outsider as he ate that simple fare, he felt that he wanted to belong. Felt as though the food was the most delicious he’d ever eaten.

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Callisto marches off to war not too long after that. He brings the handkerchief with him, cherishes it and keeps it practically pristine. Holds on to it only when his hands are clean. Washes it gently by hand when it gets even a single speck of dirt. Uses it to remind him of that one day when he got to act as a normal child with her; uses it to remind him of the innocence he wants to protect.

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Time has dulled their memories of one another. Callisto no longer remembers her name or what she looks like. All he has is the simple handkerchief made of common cotton to remember her by. And the ghost of her laughter ringing in his ears, the feeling he felt when he held her hand and the warmth that spread through him when she looked him in the eyes bravely and gave him that sunshine smile.

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Penelope’s memories are warped through all that she’s suffered from. The abuse has her lock those happy days away, knows that she’d shatter if she remembered them. The regressions don’t help. Now all she remembers is pain, humiliation, and death. Her soul cracks and shatters, forming anew in another world before she’s returned to this world.

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Even after the war, even after the jaded, brutal thing that he becomes. He still keeps the handkerchief with him. He never offers it to anyone.

At least he didn’t. And then Penelope Eckhart came into the picture and he finds himself offering the handkerchief to her. Feels right to do it, even when she dirties it with soot and gives it back to him with an annoyed face.

He tucks it back into his pocket determined to wash it when he got back to the palace.

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After all is said and done, Penelope finds the handkerchief again among his possessions. He doesn’t try to justify it. But she merely raises a brow. Penelope now remembers the child she’d been.

Touches the handkerchief and feels the fabric. There’s one feature to it that she knows deeply. A minuscule P is embroider there.

“I didn’t know you’d kept it all these years. I’m glad you remembered that day even after all these years, Cal.” She said.

His eyes snap up to her and he laughs, feels as though fate had been telling him where his heart and future lay all along with that handkerchief. “I’m glad I got to meet you again, my beloved Penny.” He pulls her in for a kiss.

Shatter me with a kiss or spare me my heart

Welcome to another instalment of El’s bedtime stories. This didn’t work and she proceeded to remain awake for another two or three hours. Anyway, this was based on the Descendants 3 song ‘one kiss’ that she sent me, so I guess kind of sleeping beauty. @eloise175 please go to sleep on time, or at least pretend to sleep after I send you a ficlet.

Penelope stared at Callisto, sleeping peacefully and deeply. Too deeply that it was unnerving. One would think he was dead. With the slow breaths he took, his pale countenance, and the slow beat of his heart. She was unused to such a quiet and still Prince. If anything, he was how she often wished him to be when he vexed her so.

‘Twas a curse from one of his enemies, they declared. Though she knew it was none other than his wretched, miserable, shrivelled up old stepmother who had long since chased away the emperor from her bed with her odious looks and personality that had caused this curse.

They all thought their relationship to be false and full of artifice, as though they had only put on a show. But she knew her feelings ran deep, as the saying goes ‘the course of true love never did run smooth’ or something of the sort. And Penelope loved him, loved her handsome, valiant, gentle, magnificently irritating lover of a dragon prince to the very depths of her soul and more. She would kiss him awake if only she knew it would work. If only she had any certainty that he felt even the barest of feelings for her other than amusement and fondness.

If he felt even the tiniest bit the way she had, she would kiss him true and break this curse. For surely her love would be enough to fill up what love lacked from him? But she was afraid to find out, to know, that she was nothing more than a whim and a moment in his life.

Outside those doors she knew Sir Porter waited to see his liege awake. She could walk out and lie, say that it didn’t work and let him sleep on forevermore, let her live with the delusion that he loved her and all she needed to do was gather her courage.

Or she could kiss him now. She could shatter it all, her delusions and her heart and kiss him to put an end to this farce and walk away from him and everything that reminded her of him. Let some other woman try their chance at being his true love, let her kiss be what woke him, her love be what healed the man broken by war and death.

She tried to imagine living her life in that delusion, that uncertainty always looming over her, that what if? Even if she walked away, she would never move on unless she knew. A broken heart she may have after this, she decided as she leaned closer, but at least she would have closure. Let this be the last then. “I love you, Callisto Regulus.” She said as she gathered what love she had in her for him, this insurmountably vast ocean whose depths were untold, fathoms and leagues unmeasured and unexplored, and put it all into one gentle kiss as she let what sadness linger in her eyes and heart, let a tear or two fall as she pulled away from her unresponsive prince.

So that was it then. She straightened herself. “Goodbye.”

And just as she’d walked two steps, a hand reached out and pulled her back, down she fell on to the bed and onto his chest, stunned and dazed as she looked at those piercing red eyes of the man who held her tenderly.

“And where were you to go, Princess?” He asked, voice hoarse from sleep and disuse. It had taken days for her to get the message and rush to his side after all. “I’d not given you permission to leave.”

“Your highness! You’re awake!” She cried happily, arms lacing around his neck. It mattered not that he couldn’t say it. Not yet at least. For she at least knew what he felt for her with the breaking of the curse.

Seriously though, if you have any idea how many plot bunnies, WIPs, and half finished chapters, stories, or instalments I have, you’d understand why I haven’t posted anything big recently. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. Stay healthy and safe everyone.

I think the real tragedy is that there’s no Callisto x Penelope fanfics that involve throne sex. I just know Callisto wouldn’t be able to resist after they get married

I just logged into the account, sorry

BUT YES!!!! WE NEED THIS KIND OF FANFICS!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

If Callisto was half joking about doing it quickly near Judith's room and Penelope practically didn't say no to him, then they are capable of making out right there in the throne lmao

Penelope ran away from the Eckhart two years ago, it didn't surprise her that it took them weeks to realize she was gone. She returned to her roots, traveling the continent in her little wagon home, the last untouched one that had once belonged to her grandmother. She pedaled her wares and her tinctures while she chased the rumors of ruins and mana beasts. One day, her life changed when she fished out a golden-haired man. And though their relationship was brief, he left her something that would stay with her forever. Her daughter.

Callisto met his match, the dragon's mate, and was foolish enough to let her go. He couldn't get the commoner Penelope out of his mind and bitterly regretted not fighting harder to convince her to stay and at least let her be put up in one of his residences. Not too long after they parted, the war ends but with it comes the appearance of the ancient enemy. When the continent burns and the monsters roam, they take refuge in a small village where he's reunited with his lover and their daughter.

Redemption of the forgotten love

Funny little snippet for this little angst filled fic that is currently one of my WIPs. P.S. that’s just my working title.

Penelope stared at this man, this high lord who claimed to have been her lover, the father of her daughter, and yes, he very much resembled her. But her memories of him were gone, along with any other possible feelings to tell her otherwise. Despite that, he swore a magic oath to speak naught but the truth to her and that he would never hurt her or Judith.

She nodded and turned away still, intending to think things through when she caught sight of golden fur and a frivolously wagging tail. “Callisto!” She called out and her puppy ran to her.

The high lord startled. “Yes, what? Do you remember me after all, Penelope?” He asked hopeful.

“What are you talking about?” She asked him in confusion.

“You just called out my name.”

“Callisto!” She snapped when the rowdy puppy knocked into the high lord.

“There! You just called me again.”

She stared at him blankly. “Your name is Callisto?” She asked. Staring between the high lord and the puppy that was her daughter’s best friend.

Slow dawning realization appeared on the high lord’s face. “Don’t tell me… you were calling the dog, weren’t you? You named your dog after me.”

“Unknowingly, it seems.”

It seemed as though he deflated a bit, now reminding her greatly of when her puppy experienced great disappointment that the food was not for him.

Plot synopsis: Callisto fell under the Laila’s thrall, hurting and nearly killing the woman he loved and causing her to flee. After she escapes, Penelope loses her memory and she gives birth to his daughter. Sometime after that, Callisto breaks free from the thrall and launches a search. After being mistakenly believed to have died in the incident where she lost her memories, Callisto finds her alive and well, daughter, dog, and all. And now he has to win all three over.

Dude don't leave me hanging like that! I have so many questions.

One Thousand and One Nights

[This is a idea-fanfiction collaboration with @ship-ovnik​]

“Your Highness, would you like to hear a story?”

“Story? Do you know about something that the Crown Prince of this empire doesn’t know?”

“It’s a little story that could brighten up our evening”

Callisto put glass of wine on the bedside table and got out of bed, gave her his hand and sat her down on the couch opposite the other, on which he lay down comfortably with his head thrown back.

Surprisingly, His Highness turned out to be an attentive listener, who interrupted from time to time, asking a small clarifying question. Of course, it is much easier to surprise an inexperienced viewer, or rather a character from the game, with a retelling of “Harry Potter”, “The Chronicles of Narnia” and even “Winx” or “Twilight”…Literature that has never existed in this world.

If Siyeon had been asked if she had assumed that running away from the Eckart family would turn out to be the prince’s concubine, she would have immediately cursed this man, not sparing the magic stone, and ran away from him as far as possible. But here she is, in the palace of the Crown Prince, sitting in his chambers and trying in every possible way to delay the moment when he reaches out to her for caresses, retelling to him the plot of teenage literature from her world.

It was crazy, but damn it, he liked it, and he listened, greedily swallowing every word.

When Siyeon woke up in Penelope’s body, she realized with horror that it wasn’t a stupid dream at all. She got into the world of the game, becoming the main villain.  Knowing the plot and further events, she tried to rationally figure out how to complete the game without repeating the sad end of Penelope. But after trying to use the game mechanics, in the form of answer options, as well as to establish relations with her brothers, she realizes that no matter what she chooses, she will still be in a losing position. Siyeon spends too much time trying to establish a relationship, and the risk of a bad ending does not decrease, the potential protagonist can change his mind at any moment and leave her with nothing, choosing Yvonne at the very end of the game. Neither Vinter, nor Callisto, nor Iklies inspired her with confidence. There is only one way out - to achieve a good ending for Penelope herself, without the participation of male characters.

“Surely there is a hidden ending in this game, where the villain remains alone and goes into the sunset so as not to interfere with the happiness of the main characters,” she thought, collecting jewelry and dresses with her to get money from their sale, on which she could live comfortably for many years.

Wearing a magic bracelet, Penelope hid her appearance and went to a small dysfunctional town where no one would ask her a single question about where she got such jewelry.

Penelope goes on a little trip, wanting to get away from the capital. And finally, she finds a small town in the south where  needs a man in the town hall who can read, write and count. The elder turns out to be an elderly old man who was happy to hire her. Penelope helps in the library along the way, sorting books and helping to organize a file cabinet, while studying paleontology and the history of the ancient world, trying to learn more about the empire and its rules.

But after a few months, the quiet town turns into a noisy farce. Everyone is preparing for the holiday - the return of the Crown Prince from the war with victory. Fortunately for the residents, their city was one of the transit points before returning to the capital to replenish supplies and get some rest.

Hearing this news, Penelope was scared to death. She needed to avoid meeting a madman so that the game would not force her to participate in a chain of stupid quests for the sake of a percentage of sympathy over his head.

In order not to accidentally pass the game on a “happy” ending with him.

Penelope, as the elder’s assistant, was obliged to help with the counting of provisions and preparations for the celebration. That’s why she went to the military camp, where she met Cedric Potter, the assistant to the Crown Prince. And it would seem that the nightmare has passed… But, alas…

During the festivities in the central square, Penelope, enjoying the fireworks, did not notice how someone quietly crept up behind her and grabbed her hand.

“Is a beautiful lady walking here all alone?”

*The title is a reference to work about the Persian king Shahryar and his wife Scheherazade.