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viroman · 7 months

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Headcanon #3

Sorry, but too little time was spent on this wonderful woman who raised Callisto.

The second closest woman to Callisto was his dear nanny. The Baroness, who was not yet twenty when the prince was born, took all the blows of high society. It was especially difficult to resist the queen from the Allen family, who did not hesitate to humiliate the late empress and the still very young crown prince.

“This monster will end up just like his vile mother.”

Callisto endured the humiliation of his stepmother and her relatives for a long time, but after meeting the bear and the attack of the mercenaries, he changed a lot. Now it was not so easy to shut him up - the crown prince rudely put people in their place, defending himself and the name of his mother.

And the baroness needed to match the prince in order to become a reliable support for him.

She not only kept order in the palace, but also studied military affairs, practiced self-defense and the art of close combat.

Callisto wanted to erase from his memories the day when this strong woman on her knees begged the emperor not to send the crown prince to war.

“Let him prove that he is worthy to bear the title of crown prince.”

“Your Majesty! He is only thirteen, you will destroy him!”

"It's his duty."

Callisto could not forgive his father for this. The Baroness swore to him that day that she would not allow Allen to feel like the mistress here.

The hanky she gave him was with him throughout the war.

When Callisto returned from the war, the nanny kissed his hands, thanking the golden dragon and the empress mother who had protected him all these ten years.

Soon Cedric began to complain to her: the prince had completely gone crazy with the duke’s daughter, work was standing still, time was passing, the emperor was tearing up and rushing about with anger. The Baroness just laughed, telling Cedric not to take it so seriously. Callisto has always been like this. The whole palace was on edge because of his mischief, and this boy’s stubbornness has no equal in the empire.

After some time, the Baroness met Lady Eckhart in person, because they did not know each other before. Penelope combined restraint, modesty, and at the same time greatness and strength emanated from her, thanks to which she managed to defend her name in court.

Now it was clear why Callisto was so interested in her.

When Callisto told the nanny about Penelope's refusal to marry him, the baroness slapped him hard on the head and lectured him on why he was a hopeless idiot.

After defeating Leila, she was once again convinced that her prince had grown up (unfortunately, in some matters he was still like a very nasty child) when she saw red spots on the princess’s body, whose silent rage worked better than any threats. Lady Eckhart seemed to outdo the Crown Prince in stubbornness. Although the Baroness sympathized with Penelope as a woman, in her heart she was glad that the Crown Prince was still able to admit his feelings and find a person who would love him in return.

Callisto finally felt “at home.”

It was the Baroness who helped Penelope with the wedding dress, jewelry and linen, forbidding the young emperor to participate in this matter, because “you will see everything at the wedding.”

One day, the bride thanked her for all the years that the nanny devoted to Callisto and his upbringing.

At the wedding, the Baroness and Duke Eckhart cried loudly at a separate table, rejoicing that their “children” had found happiness.

Throughout Penelope's pregnancy, the nanny taught her to knit and care for children (Callisto actively participated, remembering every little detail), and also supported her when the young empress put her order in the palace.

And how her heart fluttered when she laid newborn Judy on her mother's chest. She watched with tenderness as the emperor first covered his wife’s face with kisses, and then greeted his daughter with a kiss on the forehead.

That day Callisto, tired but happy, said: “Thank you, nanny, for dedicating your life to me. I promise that I will become a good husband and father. And I hope that you will be the same wonderful grandmother for my children as you were a mom for me.”

God, it seems that this is too touching for her heart.

#villains are destined to die #единственный исход злодейки смерть #единственный конец злодейки смерть #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villain #death is the only ending for the villainess #vadd #vadtd #callisto regulus #calliope #penelope eckhart #the baroness vadd #callisto x penelope #penelope x callisto #cedric porter

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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HELLO! Sorry to bother you, but i just loved this fic so much so i was wondering would it be alright to have a continuation to it?

Like, maybe it's a few months after Penelope got married and she hasn't seen reader in so long and no one seems to not even know where she is. As if they just dissapeared.

So she just can't take it any more and sneaks out to find reader and they just have a little chase before they both fall down a small hill. And even though reader got hurt because they protected Penelope they still asked if she's okay.

.... Reader death flag perhaps 🌝

Have a great day!!!

(Tried to decided the ending so hard! Kind of failed, Siyeon! Penelope X Callisto... Part 1)

My lover who never belonged to me... Pt. 2

Before she understood anything to say or do, she felt tears pricking hard from her eyes and she fell with you to the floor, before crying her heart out as she failed to realize that in order to live and survive as Penelope she ruined Penelope, the lover who belonged to you…..

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That happened three months ago, Penelope ended up crying herself to sleep and when she woke up, Y/N wasn't there, she thought that Y/N was getting ready for the wedding, before Reynold entered the room, telling her to get ready and freshen up to get her make-up done, before he picked up Yvonne and walked out, as to wake her up and get her ready as well. As she was sitting in the bath tub, crying her eyes out yet again... As she was crying, the sound of the door opening caught her off-guard as she immediately tried to wipe her tears and pretend as she was only taking a bath normally..... But it didn't work, as the person who walked in was Callisto and he knows Penelope too well, and he knew it was something related to you, otherwise why would Penelope try to cry in private and not come to him for it.....

He immediately felt his blood boil at seeing his fiancé crying her eyes out on a day she was meant to be the happiest, as he walked over and loomed over Penelope and held her nape to turn her head to him, her eyes all glassy and nose teensy bit red from crying.

"What did that little friend of yours did to you, princess?" Callisto, enraged along in contrast gently stroking Penelope's cheek, which was wet from her tears and the bath water, with his gloved fingers.

As he sharply took out his tiny sharp dagger, which made Penelope jump up and grab his arms before squeaking out in wails, "NO! Stop, Y/N didn't do anything!" As Callisto turned to look at her face wet again from salty tears, he put his dagger away and softly wrapped Penelope in a towel and put her on his lap and she cried angry and sad tears in his shirt as Callisto rubbed her back and kissed her here and there to calm her down. Finally she calmed down and started getting ready, as Callisto left, also to get ready. Penelope got all dolled up in makeup, got her hair done and got dressed, finally walking down the aisle and saying her wows, finally after what seemed like forever, Penelope was feeling happy and warm until she looked back at her father and siblings, only to find a empty seat near Yvonne, you seat....It was empty..

As the party and drinking started, Penelope slipped out and pulled Yvonne and Reynold out of the venue before asking, "Why was Y/N's seat empty?" As Yvonne and Reynold looked upset and confused before Reynold spoke up and said, "Penelope, Y/N left a letter saying she needed to go somewhere and so she couldn't attend the wedding, Derrick yelled at them as they were leaving, but Y/N just ran off with a horse....We're sorry..." Yvonne immediately hugged her side and patted her back as Penelope again had her eyes filled with tears, but this time she wouldn't cry, she can't cry....

Without saying anything Penelope pulled Reynold and Yvonne back into the venue and started partying to get rid of you from her mind...The night ended up with her carrying her drunk husband back to bed and then spending nights with sister having a sleepover. Finally she was a wife and an empress, she would do anything in her power to find you and make you happy again!

Unfortunately that didn't work, you didn't arrive home after the wedding, you weren't seen by anyone, it's like you ceased to exist, you were basically gone and it was very hard to Penelope to move on as even though she wasn't as close to you as original Penelope, but she was still very close and you were one of the most important person in her life, you helped her survive so many things even in the game you were always protecting Penelope....

One day, as Penelope sent another troupe to find you, but as they still came back yet again empty-handed, Penelope sighed, even they couldn't find you, she'd been sending so many troupes to find you over the capital, but still no news was there about you...As she sat in the garden tryin to forget about another yet failed search, she saw a knight tossing a tiny stone again and again in his hand while talking to his friends, Penelope squinted and walked discreetly closer to them trying to figure out what it was due to curiosity, but as she recognized the stone, the weight of guilt and happiness came crashing down on her, as she realized this was the stone from your bracelet which you word 24/7, it was from original Penelope.

Penelope immediately let her presence known as the knights immediately bowed to her, before Penelope asked, "Where did you find this stone?" She asked pointing to the stone still in the knight's hand, the knight opened his hand and showed it to Penelope before saying, "Ma'am it was at the edge of the nearby border, where the forests start, but on the other side, nobody really goes there, but I found this on the ground...." Penelope took stone before inspecting it and she was correct, it was the stone which had the same pink and green engravings in it.

"Fine, get the carriage ready and take me to the place where you found this stone..." Before dismissing everyone and walking to her room to get changed into more casual clothes, which would allow more freedom and to prepare her crossbow in-case somebody tried to attack her, she was the empress after all...

Finally sitting in her carriage as it began moving, she looked out the window at the beauty of the empire, she remembered how you enjoyed going around the markets and places in the empire to hang-out with her to make her happy. She got so lost on memories and thoughts that she didn't realize when the carriage stopped, until one of the knights knocked on the door and informed her so...

Opening the door, she breathed the air in, which was filled with the smell of grass, flowers and dirt, she felt refreshed as she walked around taking in the scenery of the forest edge, it was bustling with the sounds of leaved, birds singing tunes and the sunlight peeping through the multiple layers of leaves, vines and trees. As she took a good look around, she asked, "Would you all mind letting me spend time alone in this place for a while, you can spend time here while I go walk.." this was immediately disagreed by the knights as they told that it was their duty to follow their empress to guard her not matter what..

She tried to convince them, but they wouldn't completely agree still very doubtful of the idea, finally Penelope has enough as she sighed, as she said, "Fine, but I have some serious business with someone here, so you can't follow me, but how about this, if I don't return within fifteen minutes, you can come inside, I will be leaving a trail of white lines with chalk.." Penelope said, before pulling out chalk from her robes, finally knights agreed hesitantly, as Penelope walked into the woods, taking in the beauty of the forest, where birds were flying, eating, feeding their babies, the grassy floor filled with flowers and large untamed plants, with grey stones and vines and large branches hanging from trees supporting many small animals; bunnies, butterflies, rodents, frogs, snails and tiny birds. As Penelope walked and walked, putting marks of chalks on trees as she did so, she continued to marvel in the forest's beauty, not realizing how far she'd gone in very less time, as she walked in clearings where they was a huge majestic lake, with many swans, goose, ducks, rabbits and deers. As she walked along-side the lake, still leaving marks of chalk on the trees as she walked, her dropped at the sight of someone oh so similar to her, you...You were there in an outfit you normally wouldn't wear, Penelope would only describe this outfit as a 'pirate's outfit' you were wearing pants, with a loose shirt tucked in, the shirt had poofy sleeves with a low collar, you were also wearing knee-length boots and you're hair was free and open, unlike how you would usually put it up..

As you washed your face in the lake, before rinsing your mouth and spitting the water out, as you pulled a napkin form your pocket and wiped you face as your eyes get into contact with a frozen Penelope's green eyes, as you froze before acting as though you never saw her.

This made Penelope feel as though somebody has ripped her heart into half seeing you act as though you were disgusted by her and she wasn't important to you, as compared to how warmly you would wave and smile at her when you saw her...As Penelope walked timidly towards you expecting you to yell at her, but you didn't....You didn't even show an ounce of hatred towards her, but you still didn't accept her into your walls again...You're face was unreadable and didn't show any expression as barely acknowledged her, Penelope slowly started talking after taking a deep breathe. "How-How have you been, Y/N?" Penelope asked timidly, before receiving her answer, "I've been fine." completely derived of emotion from you, this wasn't what she expected.

"Why-why did you leave?" Penelope asked, feeling her eyes fill with tears.

"I had some work." You said, turning your head away form her. As you both stood there in silence, Penelope trying not to cry and you sitting on a large rock, before there was sound of steps running as Penelope somebody also came into the clearing changing your mood and behavior immediately as you stood up and opened your arms wide, where the blue haired beauty was swallowed up in your arms and warmth, you immediately squeezed her tight picking her up a few inches above the ground before putting her down and kissing her lips...

"Well, I shall take my leave now, your imperial highness." You said, trailing behind the blue-haired girl who was pulling your hand, as Penelope now saw knights coming in from behind her, "Your highness, you weren't back, we came to find you!" they said, as you ran back, you bowed on your knees and said, "Thank you for looking after me for the time being." you said, flashing her your warm, final smile and giving her a letter before running back to the girl who was sitting on the horse, and sat behind her, that girl looked at Penelope and smiled at her before the horse started running as you both left the scene leaving no trace of you and your new found lover ever being there....

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"Dear Siyeon,

I've written this letter for my apologies. I'm sorry for leaving your wedding like that on such a horrible time and in search informal manner, please forgive me. I hope you weren't too upset about me being there. As I woke up, I remember how I confessed and when I was planning on telling you to not look at me differently, when a messenger bird came to me delivering a letter.

That letter was from a very dear person who had been missing for a long time now, they were asking me to come there to give me an explanation, they said if I wouldn't come, it would mean I didn't accept them back and so I had to leave, because I needed to know the situation of such a important person.

This person had gotten into a horrible mess and so was missing, they asked me to leave with them but I couldn't do so, without faring everyone a goodbye, yet I also couldn't face them after leaving you wedding like that. I hope Callisto is not mad by me leaving you in such a rush. I'm sorry yet again and I hope I give this letter to you before I leave the empire forever. I know I behaved wrongly with you when we met and I hope you forgive me for that. I know it's sudden after me being gone for so long, but this had to be done, I had to comply to my darling lover, Penelope's wish. I hope maybe one day we'll meet again and we'll spend time again as friends.

Love, Y/N L/N"

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Penelope was crying tears of joy and sadness as she reached the ending of the letter, wrapping the blanket around her tighter as Callisto ran his hand up and down her back. Penelope's eyes dropped tears on the parchment, making lines of inks on the paper, smudging the writing slightly. Penelope for the last time realized, she may have taken the body of your lover, but your lover will always be with you...

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saneijeijei · 1 year

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[Marriage of convenience]

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

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Penelope did not see the Crown Prince until after the wedding ceremony. All discussions about the secret agreement between the head of Eckart and the Crown Prince were conducted by without her. The Duke claimed that she didn't need to watch Marquis Ellen throw tantrums and try to out-argue everyone in the office, she would be the first victim of his anger.

Their first meeting took place at the altar. When Penelope saw him, she was thrilled by his beauty. He was handsome truly a real crown prince and descendant of the golden dragon, but soon, her delight subsided, remembering all the rumors and comments of her father, about the violent temper of a man. She hardly listened to the monotonous speeches of the aristocrats, who came up every now and then to congratulate the newlyweds. In fact, she expected the whole event to be like a day of humiliation for her as a member of the Eckart family with no noble blood. She thought that the Crown Prince would be angry and constantly talk about it, but sitting at the festive table next to him, she did not hear a single evil word in her direction. He was more interested in communicating with members of his faction and guests than constantly saying nasty things to her.

But the sooner the night came, the more nervous Penelope became. No matter how fictitious this marriage was, the Crown Prince had the right to demand to fulfill his marital duty, which she was afraid of, after everything she heard from Eckart's maids. The palace maids, dressing her, were noticeably nervous and whispered among themselves, but they did not talk to her.

The prince did not come to her chambers that night. As in the next one and through it. After the end of the marriage ceremony, the Crown Prince no longer visited her in the palace.

For the first time in a long time, she felt like this peace? None of the servants offended her or tried to annoy her. All the food was delicious and no one tried to feed her rot. On the contrary, everyone tried to please her (although I wouldn't say that, everyone just behaved like servants, and she attached too much importance to this, so the servants began to try even more to please her) and sometimes helped to brighten up the evening with socializing or stories about life in the palace. When she found out about the imperial library, Penelope began to disappear there for days, reading book after book from history to novels. One day, without noticing a stranger in the library, Penelope met her husband.

Would not say that they had a good relationship – they did not exist at all. They hardly knew each other, except that they had heard about each other from rumors. Therefore, they tried to keep distance from each other. But when Callisto returned back to the palace, he was forced to follow the rules so as not to create even more problems and rumors for his already tired head.

It all started with shared lunches and dinners, Penelope could never get up for breakfast on time, because, due to constant training, Callisto got up at dawn. Therefore, they agreed that they would have dinner and lunch together. Gradually, they began to have conversations. They avoided topics about their families and relatives, but they constantly joked about what the aristocrats were constantly gossiping about. Over time, their communication will begin turning into a more informal form when they could make fun of each other.

"There is a ball very soon and we will need to be there as members of the imperial family." "Yes, it sounds great… but.. I'm not a very good dancer, so please don't ask me to dance. "Wait, you don't know how to dance?"

Penelope lowered her gaze in embarrassment.

"I-I didn't say that I can't, I said that I don't dance well,"

Callisto grinned.

"Then maybe my wife will let me give her some dance lessons?"

If you want, I can write the third part ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

#vadd #ditoeftv #death is the only ending for the villainess #death is the only ending for a villainess #villains are destined to die #penelope eckart #penelope eckart x callisto regulus #penelope x callisto #penelope eckhart #callisto regulus #text #fanfic #fanfiction #vadd fanfic #ditoeftv fanfic

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redhairedgirl95 · 1 year

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Have you got any Cyrus and Stella hc

Cyrus and Stella

First meeting

Stella hates getting new guards. Her dad says she’ll like these ones, but she doubts it. She never likes them, and they never like her. Or she makes them not like her. She doesn’t want new guards, she wants her mom and dad to spend time with her. At the same time.

So, when Cyrus and Samson come to meet her in the gardens, she expects she won’t like them. But she does. They are young. Well, no. They are old, but they are a lot younger than the other guards she’s had. And they have come with sunflowers!!! She instantly likes them. But she can’t tell them, of course. She puts them through hell before she actually accepts them.

Bedtime stories

There’s a reason why Stella tends to wake up late. She has trouble sleeping. It takes her a long time to fall asleep and, when she manages to do so, something usually wakes her up. Someone. Her parents. They fight a lot, especially at night, when there are fewer servants around. But she hears them, she always hears them.

When she falls asleep at the breakfast table yet again, Cyrus knocks on her door the following night. It’s Samson’s turn to guard the door, and Cyrus comes inside with a book. From that moment on, he reads to her almost every night, sometimes he doesn’t have a book and just makes up a story on the spot, some other times Samson takes his place, and the Princess never falls asleep at the breakfast table again. She still has trouble waking up, but that’s because she likes sleeping a little too much.

Swim races

He lets her win. He always lets her win, but he doesn’t make it obvious. At first, when she is younger, she doesn’t notice. She just thinks she’s the best swimmer in all of Solaria. But then, at school, she does notice. She comes home with tears in her big amber eyes – which happens more often than not, unfortunately – and he starts training her. He no longer lets her win. He makes her work for it. And the smiles she gives are all the reward he needs.

Protective Cyrus / hating on the press

Since King Radius’s wedding to Queen Luna, every Solarian guard has had to learn how to use moon magic. Trainers from Callisto came specifically to teach them and share a little bit of their magic with them. Before becoming Stella’s personal guards, Cyrus and Samson have had to learn it too. They cannot make someone else invisible, but, by being invisible themselves, they can be there for Stella and protect her even better. Usually, when they become invisible, Samson stays by the Princess’ side, while Cyrus looks for the trouble maker, those who would try to bother or hurt Stella and makes sure they can’t. Of course, he’s not always able to save her from the worst of it and it hurts him to see her suffer. She’s like his little sister, and though he'd never refuse to be so, he hates being the shoulder she comes to cry on.

Aviary

Stella’s favorite place in the whole Planet is not the beach. Not her room with all the things she likes. Not the gardens. Not the room of the Second Sun, though she spends an awful amount of time there. No, her favorite place is the birdhouse. Solaria’s aviary is enormous, and it’s doves are of a white so pure and brights it almost hurts to look at them. Almost, but not quite, because Solarians eyes are trained for the light. They can look straight at the Suns and their eyes would be perfectly fine.

She huddles up in the aviary when she’s upset, and Cyrus always comes to keep her company. He shows her the new nests, the eggs, the little chicks. They don’t talk a lot: Cyrus is not much of a talker, more of a listener, and he listens to her as she talks about the things she likes and the ones she doesn’t, she tells him about her new school, about the friends she hopes to make, the dresses she’ll wear for the next party at the castle … She feels safe with him: he doesn’t judge her, he just listens, and she loves him for that.

#giulia speaks #screaming into the void just because #giulia answers asks #winx club #stella winx club #cyrus and samson #solaria #winx headcanons #stella headcanons #headcanons #shining in the starlight

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yvonneloveposting · 2 years

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What if the timeloop was hell for Yvonne too? Also the amount of trigger warnings I had to add was insanity.

TW: Manipulation (in the literal sense lol), poison, hanging/strangulation, beheading, murder, impalement, im just going to go with body horror bc i can't think of anything else that describes it, dismemberment, weapons, burning at the stake, starvation, she's compared to a marionette a lot, bleeding out

Word Count: 523

Time after time, Yvonne met them. Handsome, charismatic individuals, who she would be forced to charm and love. Well, not forced to love, she supposed, but forced to act like she loved. Perhaps it was her punishment for the sin of a previous life. She was trapped in a timeloop, in which the gods, or players, as she had come to know them, would choose one of these men, and she would have to charm them into loving her, saying empty wedding vows, performing loveless kisses, all for their entertainment.

After all, wasn’t it fun to control the story? She knows she’d like to. But no. Now watch as the marionette performs, twirling around in pretty dresses, confessing her love for the individual the audience chose, her every move dictated by others, her hand forced forever. Till she gets a confession of love back, till her adopted sister, chosen as the villainess, dies horrifically, till in epilogue episode in which she forces out vows she never wanted to say, till the play ends.

It’s starting again now. The marionette wonders who it’ll be this time. Maybe it’s the handsome and cruel crown prince Callisto, and once more she’ll see her half sister’s face get melted off by poison she’s made to drink. Maybe it’ll be the brave and loyal sword master, who always seems to be just as much a pawn in this as she is. Maybe it’s the sorcerer who brings her into to this hell. Maybe it’s Derrick, but only “platonically”. She doubts this. He lusted after the girl meant to replace her, who says his feelings towards the real her are any different? Or Reynold, aggressive, angry Reynold who scares her.

She also wonders how the villainess will die horrifically this time while she’s forced to watch. Maybe the poison that’ll stop her heart and melt her face. Maybe tied tightly to a stake as it’s lit. Maybe strangled by the noose that fails to cleanly break her neck. Maybe her head pushed through a slot before the guillotine blade comes down. A block of wood to lay her head on and an axe; a sword that slashes through vital organs while she bleeds out on the floor; rope to tie each limb to a different animal as they all race into different directions; locked in a room with nothing in it to wait for death.

It’s gruesome, but she knows she can’t intervene. Those fates will quickly become hers if she steps even a toe out of line. No one wants a doll with a will, and no one wants a marionette not pulled by her string. If she doesn’t please the selected love interest, well then, the gods of this world make something happen, and now they cheer as the broken doll’s is presented with a vial of poison, seized by guards, and has to swallow every last drop as she drops to the ground, her insides aching horribly; or maybe her limbs are tied together and she lies helpless as she is thrown into a pool of water. Now, she starts again, ready to please the audience…

#vadd fanfic #vadd #yvonne eckart #penelope eckart #callisto regulus #winter verdandi #eckles/ikiles

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manicr · 3 years

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Coming out, Pride month

I thought I'd talk about coming since it's still the last days of pride month, and how different that can be for some kids, using myself as an example.

For some kids there's no dramatic Moment™ but a life lived and sometimes unknown, with pockets of 'outness' and places where the closet exists but only as a polite fiction.

To make some sense of this, I need to go way back for myself. I was always a queer kid; in all senses of the word. Undiagnosed autism was a factor but so were others.

W were many kids in my family, I grew up with 4 of my 5 siblings, a mix of boys and girls and I was the second youngest. In effect, my older brothers helped raise me and my sisters, and my parents had little time for me. They kicked us out to play to get some peace and quiet during the days, and I frankly became somewhat of a feral child, spending time in the woods and playing by myself a lot. Now, this might sound weird when you have 5 siblings, but we were a motley bunch, fought a lot, and played too, and I was autistic af. Being without them was easier and I could do what I wanted, which was usually play with dinosaurs, explore the woods and draw a lot.

I had few friends, who I was intermittently clingy and distant towards. Typical ASD. And I can in hindsight say that by the age of 10-11 that I was queer: Xena Warrior Princess was an awakening -- in my case, it was the villainess Callisto, but Gabrielle and Xena were obviously in love with each other even before it was canon. But it wasn't an 'aha' moment to me. No great fanfares that I wasn't straight or panic about it. I hadn't understood homophobia, and I didn't much care about kissing any 'real' people, even though I was a big shipper of Hercules/Ares and Xena/Gabrielle. I understood slowly that my parents didn't approve of homosexuality or gnc stuff. So I just chalked it up to them being them and hid all that. Though I could never do feminity right. I was often mistaken for a boy as a pre-teen

When I was 12 I had my first kiss -- with a girl. It was on a dare and I didn't think anything of it. I was THAT friend then, with the few friends I had, the overly perverted verbally and clingy physically. Kissing a girl was nothing, but it was also natural. I played at liking boys at this age. Tried to like those snotty prepubescent boys in my school and tried to perform the obligatory boy band fawning. It was Backstreet Boys for me. But I felt nothing, I enjoyed shipping boys more than I did them. Nor did I want a girlfriend really. But my sister pointed out that I was too 'dykey' with my friends. Repeatedly.

When I was 13 I got depressed. It lasted all of 'high school' (sweden: högstadiet 13-15). It was bad. I was self-loathing, suicidal, and hated how I looked and felt. I explored my gender, my sexuality, and tried to find why I felt so wrong. I escaped into fandom. I lost friendships slowly, but I started to realize that they weren't all that good either. I started to realize that I probably wasn't straight, but still cis, and that I wanted to live differently than I did.

In gymnasium (swe: 16-18) I swore that I'd be happier. I came out as bisexual to my friends and school in my first year. I only chose to call myself bi because I liked looking at adult men, but fuck if I didn't like girls my age too. I was outrageously outspoken, without any borders. I dressed like in long leather coats, embroidered shirts, and cargo pants, pseudo-masc flamboyance, or full corsetted loli goth style - feminity taken to the max until it became unattractive or drag.

I let my friendships be intense, physically and emotionally, but never crossed the borders my straight friends set. Though they probably should have set them a little harder so I'd notice. I was no stranger to making out with my friends, and I had fits of jealously even -- leading me to 'share' boys with them when we made out. But despite this, I was never their girlfriend. Just an overly clingy and perverted friend -- but I was still happy. I felt loved. I kissed with one of my friends who's come out as a lesbian. It was her first kiss. No strings attached, as she said, and there weren't. I went to Pride every year after I turned 16. But I never said a word about myself to my family.

The closet was there, if barely. A polite fiction. The unspoken.

My family had all the chances to know: a gnc daughter who was too 'dykey' with her friends who went to Pride every year and was outspoken in support of queer rights. Who never brought home a boyfriend or said a word about dating. My sister sneered at me and called me a homo and a freak. But we never spoke about it. My parents stopped talking about boyfriends with me.

I left home when I was 19, to study in another city. I did, and I partied too, kissing boys and girls, loving dancing and touching, but I didn't date. I tried, a little but no one interested me more than to touch. I was out at uni. I was out online - I joked that I liked fictional men and real women. At work too. But I never spoke to my family about it, until my little sister had a gay panic moment since her bff was in love with her. I outed myself as she cried and talked her down. She's the only blood family member who I've literally told it to this day. My middle brother asked me if I like girls, I said both, and he gave me ecchi manga. Brothers.

When I was 21 I met the love of my life. The first and only man I pursued seriously. And I really had to pursue him since he thought I was a lesbian bc I was so damn queer and liked looking at women's breasts. After some comedy of errors, we got together. He always knew that I was queer and accepted it, enjoyed it even, since we could ogle at women together and he was fine with me looking/commenting on pretty men too. He had queer friends (pretty much half ), had tried it out, and decided he liked women, and he was also on the spectra of autism. I feel a kinship with him, love, and friendship. His family was queer (gay granpa and lesbian step-sister) and I was pretty much introduced as bi together with my name to them, as a matter of fact.

I married him. We've been together for 12 years. I was the first of my sisters to get wed, much to their surprise.

I'm out to the world; except for my older gen of family. But there were no dramatic moments of outing. No TV moment and teary confessions. Even as a child, to my friends, it was a bi by the way and they pretty much guessed it. My siblings, barring my older sister and oldest brother, got it in casual circumstances or guessed it. I think the rest know, but the closet is there as polite fiction so that they don't have to face it.

I don't feel like I'm in the closet. I've never really felt like it. I know my parents' and my older siblings' homophobia, and I know I'm a freak in their eyes, despite being married to a man. I don't care. They don't deserve to have a heart-to-heart with me about my identity, they don't deserve to participate in my joy, and I don't meet them more than a couple times a year.

I'm happy and bi. I love my husband, I love my friends, I love my new family; it's all queer. Coming out was never something that mattered to me. I lived my life and people with eyes saw it as it was. Those who refused had to look at me being queer af regardless. Naturally, I was drawn to queer ppl bc of this and they to me. There's only so much gnc queer shit straight ppl who aren't super queer-friendly can take. Sometimes all you have to do is live your life.

#personal #pride #coming out

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medu-nefer · 4 years

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Whumptober 4: Caged

The Dragon Prince, Ethari-centered, Ruthari, gansters AU

(After a year of writer’s block, I finally managed to spew something out, and while it’s so not up to my old standards [please forgive the rusty English; also, it was about 2-3 AM], it’s gotta do for now. Perhaps I’ll rewrite it after the event is done and I have more time to write for all the prompts I have planned out and in the end been unable to get to.

Still, Ruthari content is Ruthari content, so here goes nothing.)

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Ethari stared at the people filing into his workshop with an odd sense of detachment.

He had been working on a necklace for one of his clients, something worthy of a grand engagement, when the door burst open and six people came in. He could see two more through the windows but the pair remained outside.

The people inside were well-dressed in dark green, blue or purple suits – and carried knives and guns, quite openly. They scanned his workplace and made sure nobody else was there, and then one of them approached.

The sides and back of his head were shaven, leaving an artistically messy strip of pale blond hair at the top. His eyebrows were thick and dark, and his hazel eyes gave Ethari a quick once-over.

The young craftsman couldn’t help his gaze travelling to the two earrings adorning the man’s left ear before looking into his indifferent eyes.

‘Come on,’ the man murmured, gesturing with his head to the door. As he took a step back to make space for Ethari, his hand ventured towards one of his guns.

Ethari might have been bigger than any of the men – courtesy of indulging in blacksmithing every now and again – but he knew better than to argue. He stood up from his stool and walked to the door. The two people stationed there barely looked at him, focused instead on the street. Once outside, he paused and let the man lead the way. He noticed two of the people remained in his shop.

As they walked through the alleys, Ethari couldn’t help his growing agitation. He didn’t know where they were going or why. He didn’t know whether his skills were needed or if he was being taken for some other reason. He didn’t know if something had happened elsewhere in the city.

He noticed people staring at them from afar but once they walked closer, everyone got out of their path and averted their gazes. The Moonshadows may have been known to never cause unnecessary trouble but it wasn’t wise to get in their way without a good reason regardless.

After all, who in their right mind chose to have contacts with gangsters?

The corner of Ethari’s mouth wandered upwards at the thought and a small snort escaped him, earning him the attention of the woman and one of the men, but he just shook his head.

Finally, they arrived at the warehousing area and he was ushered into one of the buildings. Outside, it looked quite decrepit but on the inside the conditions were better than in most ordinary houses of Silvergrove.

One of Ethari’s eyebrows twitched when he noticed a lone desk and chair in the far corner, far enough away from a few massive tables in the centre of the room – and very far from the entrance.

The leader of the group approached him and gestured towards the desk. ‘Make yourself comfortable. It’ll take a while.’

Without any real choice, Ethari walked over and let himself inspect the furniture. The big tables were made crudely, without any finesse. After all, it was pretty clear they weren’t there for aesthetic purposes.

The desk was an entirely different story, though. There were ornate decorations etched into the wood – ebony, if Ethari wasn’t horribly mistaken. The chair was high-backed and upholstered, a single silken cushion placed on the seat. There were sheets of paper, pencils, pens and measuring tools placed neatly in one of the desk’s corners.

Ethari looked back to the four people watching him closely and sat down with a heavy sigh. He reached for the paper, immediately noticing its ridiculously high quality.

What should he do? Design some weapons, probably. He had never planned on taking his career in this direction but he would be lying through his teeth if he said he hadn’t made anything deadly.

He reached for the pencils and started sketching out an idea he had been entertaining for a while. It was of a knife that could be turned into a hook or have its blade retract altogether to conceal its purpose, depending on the gestures of its user.

For the first hour he ignored a bunch of people that came in or left the warehouse, and focused on his schematics. But eventually, his attention started straying from his task. He watched the woman from before, took in her blue suit, the braided hair with exquisite ornaments. He knew she noticed him looking but ignored him completely.

Growing more and more frustrated – the wave after wave of worry and trepidation making him increasingly more irritable – he decided to abandon his project and focus on something else. Something he had been putting off for too long.

He grabbed a new sheet and started sketching out two circular objects. Finally allowing himself to focus on the positives in his life, he remembered all the good things the last couple of years had brought him. He had never expected to find himself in that place but he was more than happy with how things had played out.

His lips pulled into a soft smile when he created something delicate and peaceful rather than lethal.

Suddenly, there was a presence at his side and he looked up to see one of the other men coming to a stop next to him. His suit was dark green with black elements. He had half of his hair braided at the side of his head, while the rest remained loose. He glanced at Ethari’s new project and smiled.

‘Can’t wait, eh?’ he asked in a thick accent.

Ethari gave him a little smile and shrugged. ‘You know how it is.’

The man nodded curtly. ‘Let me know if you need anything. We’ve run into some trouble with the Katolis’ scum so there’s some issues with the net but I can’t see why you shouldn’t make yourself at home here while we wait.’

‘Thank you, Skor. Unless you can tell me what’s going on, I’m good.’

Skor winced and looked away. Ethari knew what that meant. The information was there, he just wasn’t privy to it. Of course. He was kept in a confinement, with guards watching his every move. What else did he expect?

Suddenly, there was commotion at the entrance. Three Moonshadows entered, limping and swearing. The soles of their boots left bloody footprints on the polished floorboards.

‘What happened?!’ the leader of the group yelled, striding towards his wounded comrades.

‘What the fuck do you think happened, Callisto?’ one of them snarled. ‘Fucking Katolis’ scumbags set an ambush. That fucker Viren orchestrated it. Killed at least three of us. We should have killed him when we had the chance.’

Callisto took a step back when the man started coughing up blood, and got his people’s attention. ‘Ram, take care of them. Andromeda, you go up on the roof and prepare a lookout. We need to know if we’re approached and by whom. We might need to help some of ours get here. Skor, we haven’t heard from the Boss. Find him.’

As he spoke, a few more Moonshadows entered the warehouse and Ethari felt the walls coming down around him.

He really was locked in a wooden box, with more and more gangsters coming in and watching him, while out there, something horrible was happening. He was in a cage and couldn’t get out. He couldn’t—

Tunnel vision and laboured breathing. He had to grab the back of the chair he had been sitting on just moments ago lest he fell. When had he even gotten up? He was shaking and couldn’t focus on anything beside the overwhelming need to go out of there and do something, before it was too late.

But all of a sudden, the door burst open once more and a lone figure walked inside.

‘Boss, you’re fine,’ Callisto said, relief clear on his face.

The leader of the Moonshadows wore a three piece suit and an unbuttoned pea coat on top of it. They were all in dark blue or green shades, matching each other perfectly. His hair was white, long and partially braided. His piercing turquoise eyes searched the inside of the warehouse and focused on Ethari.

The young craftsman barely registered what was happening before the gangster’s long legs carried him through the room and into Ethari’s personal space. He began to relax only when he felt hands on his cheeks and lips crashing with his own.

His hands latched onto the other man’s vest and pulled him closer, the excruciating weight of fear lifting off his shoulders.

‘Runaan,’ he murmured against his lips, earning himself a bone-crushing embrace.

‘I’m sorry for worrying you,’ Runaan whispered. ‘Viren was making a move against us and I needed to know you were safe.’

‘I was scared something happened to you.’

Runaan pressed their foreheads together hastily. ‘I promised you I’d be fine. Don’t worry.’

Ethari gave him a weak smile. ‘Somebody has to.’

Unwillingly, they let each other go but kept their hands intertwined when Runaan turned to his people and started giving orders. Within moments, they had their plan of action and most of the gangsters left to do their part to ensure Katolis wouldn’t be able to deal any more damage.

Runaan was making plans for the immediate future when he noticed Ethari’s designs on the desk. He reached for one of them and picked it up, a warm smile adorning his face.

‘Think you can make these before the wedding?’

Ethari tore his gaze away from Runaan’s beautiful face to the two wedding rings he had sketched out.

He felt a grin splitting his face as he pulled his fiancé into yet another kiss, knowing he’d steal plenty more later on, when all the Moonshadows were safe and accounted for, and the two retired for the night.

’Why don’t we see?’

#whumptober2020 #no.4 #caged #tdp #the dragon prince #fic #gangsters au #ethari #runaan #ruthari

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tamibruce121 · 6 years

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Real Bride Diary: I��m Hair Accessory Obsessed!

I love bridal hairpieces. Floral crowns, starry hairpins, architectural combs, gemstone jewels, I’m obsessed. Choosing just one statement piece for my bridal look is proving to be far more difficult than wedding dress shopping ever was. Do I latch on to my favorite current celestial trend? Do I remind everyone that yes, I am in fact the Princess of North Sixth Street?

I’ve probably driven my best friend (you know, the bridal stylist that’s been reading your horoscope?) and mother crazy with “this one or this one?!” over the last few months so I’m taking it to you lovely readers, as a Claire Eliza Real Bride Diary plea to help me just pick one already!

Ruffle French Barrette by Lelet NY

For reference: I don’t have pierced ears, wear minimal jewelry (my two solitaire rings and an occasional white gold bangle) and always knew a veil wasn’t for me. Being deliberately minimalistic with nearly all of my bridal wardrobe (remember my bridal icon, Carolyn Bessette Kennedy?) that means my bridal headpiece can certainly make a statement.

Oh, and I just chopped half my hair off. Gasp, a bride chopping her locks off before the big day?! Listen lovelies, I can’t handle this whole “you should be doing this” nonsense, so the more Seattle contrarian I can inject into this wedding day, the better.

Celestial Star Headpieces

Clockwise, starting from top left: Hair Inspiration by Tonya Stylist via Festival Brides, Hair Comb by Luna Bea, Celestial Coronet by Jennifer Behr, Vega Bobby Pins by Jennifer Behr, Nova Bandeaux by Jennifer Behr, Callisto Moon Hair Pins by Tilly Thomas Lux.

I feel like the latest celestial bridal trend was basically invented for me. Normally I pass on whatever the latest trend is, worrying that they’ll go out of style too quickly, but I’m giddy about all the stardust sprinkling throughout the bridal industry right now.

Luna Bea’s starry hair comb is even more of an art piece than an accessory, fitting into the whole “LA fashion girl” look I’ve been drooling over lately.

Oh, and that hairdo by Tonya Stylist? Maybe my favorite edgy, bun ever – could be perfect with Tilly Thomas Lux’s bold, moon and star pins, no?

Modern, Fashion-Forward Headpieces

Clockwise starting from top left: Charlie Haircomb by Jannie Baltzer, Brit Haircomb by Hushed Commotion, Art Bridal Haircomb by Maison Sabben, Ruffle French Barrette by Lelet NY

I’m totally digging on modern, fashion-forward headpieces versus the traditional romantic pins of the past. Lelet NY wowed us at Bridal Fashion week this year – showing off her talents as a former architect with strong lines and bold metals, her Ruffle French Barrettes are beyond cool.

Also, I’ve been dreaming about these Charlie Haircombs from Jannie Baltzer ever since she shared her latest collection with us this winter. Inspired by ginkgo leaves, these organic beauties are far from literal, making them so mod.

Bridal Tiaras

Clockwise starting from top left: Desert Tiara by Untamed Petals, Chantilly Tiara by Tania Maras, Agustina de Aragon by Mimoki via Laure de Sagazan, Dried floral tiara inspiration by Hello May Magazine via Festival Brides, Couronne Temperance by Lizeron via Laure de Sagazan.

Just because I covet the whole “cool bride” vibe it doesn’t mean I don’t also want to remind everyone that I am absolutely a princess. (There can be a Queen of Cool!) Tania Maras has the whole “royal” look mastered with her Chantilly Tiara, while Lizeron goes totally avant-garde with her porcelain Temperance crown.

I’ve always had a thing for dried floral crowns (remember in My Big Fat Greek Wedding when Yaya pulls out her own bridal headpiece?! I love that scene!) and I’ve been wondering lately if I should just forgo the big purchase and DIY a dried, heirloom tiara myself? Who’s with me?!

Willowby by Watters & Desert by Untamed Petals at A & Bé Bridal Seattle photographed by Claire Eliza

While dress shopping in Seattle, I fell for this art deco Desert Tiara by Untamed Petals – just the right amount of vintage with modern copper tones.

The Final Few Favorites

MOSS Bridal Hair Pins by Maison Sabben

Part of me is still a tad wary of distracting too much from my dress, these Maison Sabben hairpins are the artful, luxe style I adore in miniature. Best of all, they come in white, giving the ultimate contrast against my dark eyes and hair.

Violet Gown & Lelet NY Headpiece photographed by Claire Eliza

On the opposite end of the spectrum, I couldn’t look away from this Lelet NY headband when we visited Trish Peng at Bridal Fashion Week (rumor has it, the headpiece will be available in July). My mother and I both agree that we’ve never seen anything like it – utilizing the star trend in a 1920’s fashion, this headpiece is certainly a “head turner”.

Couronne Hermine by Lizeron via Laure de Sagazan

Finally, it helps to be able to envision what you might look like with a certain accessory, right? With basically the same dark features, olive skin and even hair length, I dropped everything when I saw this Lizeron tiara on our trip to Laure de Sagazan’s bridal studio. I love the way that this porcelain piece could have been designed now, or a hundred years ago – making this headpiece a timeless heirloom to pass down for generations to come.

Want to truly help me decide? Head over to our Instagram Stories today and vote for your favorites!

Find more headpieces in our bridal accessories section. And follow along with my Real Bride Diary (six more months to go!)

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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HELLO- Since Penelope manhwa came back i suddenly got an idea 🙊

So what if reader has been OG!Penelope's closest friend and so Isekai!Penelope (it took some time) told reader that she isn't the real Penelope. Now we add some angst✨

Reader has been in love with Penelope for the longest time and that didn't change even when the woman they love wasn't really who they are. But they try to let go and support her survival quests and eventualy her romantic relation with Callisto. But at the day of their wedding, reader gets drunk and finally confesses to Penelope

Idk if this makes sense but Dandelions played while i was writing this so i felt supported to bring pain 🙏

(A/N: I'm probably crying from writing this request and I loved the idea of it. Hope you all enjoy|| Kind of a meanie Callisto. Also mentions of blood, sword on neck, etc.....Angst || Part 2)

Penelope Eckhart X Reader:

My lover who never belonged to me....

⌘ As the cold air of night hits your cheeks, you suddenly shiver for a second before closing the window with shaky hands. You, Penelope and Yvonne were all have a few drinks right before her wedding. You look back at the two sisters as they got out a few bottles of different alcoholic drinks for you three to drink, as you sat down with them and Penelope immediately hugged your side while giving you the most beautiful smile, reminding you it’s never going to be for you…

You remember the night when Penelope started acting a bit weird, more sharp and a bit distanced, but it quickly went away as you again got close to your best-friend….You remember when she confessed that she wasn’t actually Penelope but a lady named Siyeon Cha in her body, yet still the love you always had for her didn’t fade away, even if the lady you loved wasn’t her, but someone else, you accepted it but you could never move on from it….

You remember her always rambling about how she hated the crown prince, Callisto Regulus, and how after she went missing from the hunting competition and how after she was at the court, she confessed the words you had dreaded to hear from all through your friendship

“Yes, me and the crown prince are in love with each-other!”…..What?…No….She hadn’t told you anything about it…..But she never really lied to you….so it was the truth. How could you be stupid enough to think that she will love like in those romantic novels? As after the trial, she walked towards you and thanked you and Vinter for supporting her in the trial, before she gave a few words to her brothers and walked away from you with her back turned towards you….You remember how her hateful ramblings about the crown prince turned into love-filled rants and soon how he proposed to her.

You could never muster up the courage to tell her about your love for her and now you’re regretting it, as you helped her pick shoes and a wedding dress, you remember how when she introduced you to Callisto and left you both alone for a second, he put his sword on your neck and threatened you that if you’d try to betray her, upset her or talk bad about her behind her back, your body would be so messed up they won’t be able to recognize you…As you tried to convince him about your loyalty towards her while tears were prickling and almost falling down your eyes as he pressed his swords against your throat harder, drawing a bit of blood, before you heard Penelope’s heels clack through the marble floor as he let go of you and asked you get out, as you immediately ran out the room and left the place with horrible tears falling down your eyes and covering your cheeks…

You remember Penelope scolding Callisto after you told her about his inspection on you, leaving the important detail of how he almost killed you because his sword had put a cut on your throat, Callisto asked for your forgiveness sincerely and you couldn’t do anything except forgive and try to forget…Through the scolding and his apology, they both didn’t notice the bandage around your neck, they both were too busy telling you about what their wedding banquet was going look like and look after each-other with love-filled eyes, those eyes of Penelope you wished were directed towards you and not the crown-prince…

As you tried to shake off the feeling of betrayal and devastation, and finally try to let go of your feelings for her and try to be happy for her, your best-friend not your crush…. After an hour or two had passed, you three had quite a few drinks now, luckily Penelope could handle her alcohol well, Yvonne had fallen asleep and you were drunk rambling to her about random things…

“Y’know, then the guy tried to hit on the girl and than her friend whom she loved so much, hit the guy and confessed to her….Hehehe”

As you giggle childishly, Penelope couldn’t help but smile and chuckle, you were her dearest friend and ever since she told you about her proposal and relationship with Callisto, you had been more distanced, more spaced-out and more closed-up… But he got used to it after some-time…

“Oh, speaking of love…Penelope you know, you’re quite a rude lady and a very mean friend!” You rambled and stammered out “Oh? How, darling Y/N?” Penelope sweetly asked as she brushed her thin, soft fingers through your scalp… “You always hated that bastard crown prince, but now you love him so much…you don’t pay attention to me…” You softly replied back, making her stifle a giggle as she watch you stand up and fill another glass and drink it down in a few seconds, before she replied with “But, Y/N he’s my fiancée and my husband-to-be, I have to pay attention to him! “ Penelope said as she herself stood up and walked towards you, her part of her night-gown daintily held up in her fist to prevent her from tripping in it.

“WHY CAN’T I BE YOUR FIANCEE AND YOUR SPOUSE-TO-BE?!” You immediately screamed out catching Penelope off-guard, luckily Yvonne had quite a few drinks herself and she was horribly knock-out…

“I’ve always loved you Penelope, even after you became Siyeon and I know you’re not Penelope anymore…But ever since that crown prince came in your life, I could never be superior to him in showing my love of you….I could never muster up the courage and will never be able to tell you how I feel, but I want to be happy for you as your best-friend and not want you to be my love…. But I just can’t leave my love nor my feelings for you…I’m so sorry….Penelope….” You slurred your last words before falling forward form unconsciousness, yet before you could fall you fell in Penelope’s arms, her having a tight grip on your waist form one arm and her other hand holding your head form behind, processing what you said…

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