#callisto regulus

You and Penelope stood in the Palace's gallery, you were supposed to meet Callisto to discuss something and so naturally you dragged your dear Penelope to attend with you. He probably knows about how inseparable you two became after you met on the Second Prince's birthday ball, so she should've expected it.

Even though you both stood in front of luxurious paintings, filled with passion and meaning, but you and Penelope were looking at other passion-filled works.

Penelope had a talent for drawing, she often spent her past time doodling and drawing certain characters and eventually she learnt a thing or two about anatomy and well eventually she started making self-indulgent work. Not that you could complain, that shit was amazing!

She presented her latest masterpiece, opening her brown notebook, flipping past pages with normal anatomy studies and casual doodles until she finally found what she desired. She held the notebook between you two and you instinctively huddled together so that if someone were to come up behind you they won't get a peak. You both chuckled as you recalled the scene that inspired this.

That day, you two were about to leave the palace after a ball when you saw Callisto and his aide, Cedric Porter, engaging in a conversation. Though you could not make out the conversation, what you two could make out from their expressions and body language was:

1. Something was bothering the poor little aide

2. The prince doesn't seem to care

3. And the prince-- wait what was that smirk he gave Cedric?

"Holy shit..." Penelope muttered, cover her hand with one hand and slapping your arm with the other, "Cederic is totally blushing right?" Her voice was hushed, but brimming with excitement. "Yeah Yeah!" You replied, holding Penelope's arm as you watched the scene unfold.

After flashing that (seemingly teasing) smirk he began to walk away, Cedric seemed annoyed by the prince's response and grabbed his arm and forced him around. "Before we talk about how his expression changed from shock, to amusement to adoration and or lust as he witnessed his submissive omega's fiery temper," You began to speak, your eyes open wide, you'd never expect to see yaoi in this world. "We HAVE TO address the fact the way that twink's hands wrapped around his bicep."

"Yea it looked like CEO and Y/N for a sec..." Penelope said, kind of concerned but whatever's going on is peak so far. "Hey, maybe they could be this world's Zhenya and Taekjoo, except Callisto would be a MUCH better Zhenya" "That's not that high of a bar, dear..." She gave you a quick glance, scrunching her eyebrows and cringing.

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Cedric was always fun to be around, even more fun to tease especially considering how easy it is to make him nervous and blush. He didn't do it often (a lie), he wouldn't want some nosey nobles getting the wrong idea(also a lie). As he walked out, smiling as he recalled the expressions that Cedric makes, He should know how easy he is to read, his face practically gives away all of his thoughts!. That thought made him chuckle a little as he turned back to see Cedric stomping away from him in the other direction, but as he turned back, he noticed two girls watching him and suddenly turn away.

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As you looked back onto the Dojinshi panels, depicting a certain blonde man on top of a certain brunette, you admired the scene; Cedric was laying on his stomach, his hands gripped the sheets next to his head, his expression seemed listless. His eyes rolled back into his skull and his mouth agape, tears streamed down his face and drool dripped out of his mouth. There was wet spots on the pillow beneath him, where his face was once pressed against. Callisto had one hand around Cedric's stomach and the other hand making sure his own body stays up and sturdy. The hand which he draped across his lover's belly was used to press their sweat covered bodies together, he looked over Cedric's shoulder, checking his expression. He still held the same cocky smirk he always had as he watch his lover pathetically whimper after every thrust, eyes rolling back so hard that a part of him worried it might get stuck like that forever.

You complimented Penelope's artistic skills, as she proudly showed you her creation. The sheer joy that bubbled up within the two of you as you carefully observed every panel, and Penelope's hard work being carefully admired, was released in the form of chuckling and giggling like middle schoolers.

You two were so caught up in your own world that you didn't notice the arrogant footsteps approaching behind you until a shadow loomed over you, putting a shade over you, Penelope and the doujinshi. You both turned around slowly, in sync, praying that the person behind them would be ANYBODY than the unfortunate two... You gulped audibly when you recognized his imposing figure and arms crossed over each other (You now realized how accurate Penelope got his features!) as you looked up at his face, you became puzzled.

'He...He doesn't look upset at all' You and Penelope thought, sharing the same speech bubble.

His face seemed more curious rather than upset before his signature smirk appeared as he said, "Mind if I borrow that?". Your jaws dropped.

'WHAT'S HE GONNA USE IT FOR??' You and Penelope yelled internally, sharing the same speech bubble.

He chuckled before snatching the book out of Penelope's hands. "Don't worry," He yelled as he ran away, using the open book to wave goodbye. "I won't tell him who made this!" He ran into the sunset, presumably searching for his aide to show him this masterpiece.

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