I Would Love To Read A Story About Karno Or Tauxolouve X Female Reader From You. Write Only If You Want

I would love to read a story about Karno or Tauxolouve x female reader from you. Write only if you want to. No pressure. 🙂❤

Star-Crossed Myth fandom, I didn't chose which god yet but:

Also if you have a god you prefer to fit your chosen style, you can tell me in the comments/reblogs

SCM - Department Of Punishment

Scorpio ♏ - Home Where The Heart Belongs

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

A/N: This has turned a bit more bittersweet than fluffy. Still i hope you enjoy reading this! 🥺💞

Prompts: potatoes | blue | glass

7th February, 2024

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Cool breeze flowed inside the kitchen from the window. The sky turning a bright shade of orange as the Sun was gradually setting.

The finely chopped onions, and potatoes cut in half made sizzling sounds, coming in contact with the hot oil on the saucepan.

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"Thank you." Scorpio said as he paid the shopkeeper. Putting the box in his bag, he walked to the railway station.

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You were busy setting the table; as your eyes wandering to the wall clock over and over again.

The restlessness in your heart increasing with each passing minute. For 3 months you have waited patiently. But now this pain feels unbearable.

Suddenly the ringing sound of the doorbell was heard. Finally, he is here.

You opened the door as rapidly as you could and hugged him tightly. Almost making him stumble.

Scorpio chuckled and picked you in his arms; tenderly kissing you.

"I missed you." you said, the overwhelming feeling of separation coating your voice. Scorpio held you against his chest,"I missed you too, love." He was better at hiding his emotions. You two stayed in each other's embrace for a few minutes, before slowly letting go.

"Something smells delicious." he commented as he walked in the living room. "It's a surprise, sir." you said jokingly. "Alright then." he replied cheerfully.

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Scorpio walked into the dining room. His hair was still slightly wet. Few drops of water dripped down from them and soaked into his white shirt, whose two buttons from the top were kept open.

He sat down on a chair. You sat next to him.

Taking a spoonful of Biriany, he brought the spoon to his lips. Closing his eyes he softly chewed. The corner of his lips curled up,"I haven't had a home cooked meal in months", pausing to take another spoonful of Biriany in his mouth. " Thank you for cooking, love." You had known about his love for Biriany for a long time.

"I hope this is to your liking as well." saying that you filled a glass with Pomegranate juice from the pitcher.

His eyes lit up seeing the reddish liquid in the glass. Pomegranate was one of his favorite fruits, after all. And to get fresh Pomegranate juice, after three whole months of almost fasting and surviving off junk food, he indeed considered himself to be fortunate.

"I can't thank you enough." he said as he chugged down the glass of juice.

Once you two had finished eating, he helped you with washing the dishes. Deciding to continue your conversation in a much relaxed space, you lead him to your bedroom.

He wrapped his arm around you as you leaned your head against his shoulder. "How are you? How is work going on?" he asked.

"I am fine...," you sighed, "as fine as i can be without you. As for work, some students are dropping out."

"How long will you stay here?" you asked. The concern about his well-being too evident in your voice.

He remained silent for a few seconds,"Probably a week." Neither of you knew how to continue the conversation from there. He couldn't promise you anything. He knew that deep in his heart. And the one thing that you prayed for; every passing moment of the day, was his safety. That was all you wanted.

As a war correspondent, he never knew when or if he will ever see you again. Or the letter he sends to you, at the end of each month, is going to be the last one you ever receive from him. These thoughts clouded his mind, until he noticed his bag kept on the study table.

He opened the bag and took out a gift wrapped box and handed it to you. "Open it." he said.

A gorgeous silk dress, blue in colour, awaited for you. The fabric cool against your hand as you held it. " This is expensive!" you exclaimed. Your voice filled with slight panic as you knew, without a doubt, that a dress like this would cost a fortune.

"Why? How?" were the only two words that came out of your mouth.

Scorpio placed his hands on your shoulders, "Today is our 4th anniversary. I wanted to propose to you, but considering the current circumstances, i can't promise you a future... yet."

"I love you. I can't imagine a life without you. I don't know what tomorrow holds for us but for today let us be happy. " he said, holding your hands in his, trying his best to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow.

"I love you too." you said and kissed him.

The tiredness slowly desended as your eyelids started to feel heavy. He too felt the need to rest after the tiresome journey of the day.

Lying next to you, he started stroking your hair. No matter what happens tomorrow, you two will always have each other's company, with this promise you drifted off to sleep. Soon enough he fell asleep as well.

Feeling wintery ❄️

Sometimes I feel weirdly and openly liberated, as if I am just a visitor, a passerby, a traveller seeking another destination soon, who is enamored by various sights until she has to go to the next, and then there are days where the journey feels deeply lonely, and all I want is to light a fire at night, and talk to a few people, listening to their stories, and sharing mine, until the sun comes over, and my eyes still possessing a waking gleam of life.

Beauty. Poetry. Passion. Romance.

Then one day, it feels to be limitless, to be a God, a flawed God, but God nevertheless. Immortal, and undefined, surrounded by the best and the worst, yet nothing attaches to this flesh of mine for long, because immortality weaves into my soul fitted in a mortal cage. To watch people and their stories, and never be a part of one, to witness smiles and tears of one, until you meet the next character, the next tale and life flits by, you never earned a friend or foe, because all relations end with death.

And then this loneliness of either the passionate artist or the flawed god clouds me. The great Void beckons me closer, and I leap, my soul finding home in the vast clear void.

All there is left is an old parchment, a God's brush and a body of a character, I can recognize from a recent story.

Mine.

"A kid's wish"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Tauxolouve × goddess!reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: Goddess reader for today😚💕💕 Tbh, this one woke up memories in me. Because when I was like.... What? 7? 9? I had a friend of mine move away and I remember both of us feeling so sad about it. We're not friends anymore, because we both changed growing up... And now she's making unhealthy decisions in her life, if you know what I mean💀

Prompts: reflection | water | apology (Day 11/2024)

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Tauxolouve stared into the ripping water filling up the reflecting pool, his own reflection depicted on its surface, between the everchanging scene of Earth and those of people's smiling faces after having their wishes granted.

He snapped his fingers, changing the view of this elderly lady from Italy to the one of a young boy from Canada. He peered at the list beside him, holding it up and reading over the letters there, informing him of what this very young man yearned for. "Well, that's strange..." He muttered to himself, staring intensely at the paper in his hand.

The human boy didn't wish for something specific, in fact, the very wording of his wish was odd and difficult to understand.

Tauxolouve set the list aside and approached the water once more, staring at the young boy, as he gazed absentimately out of the window of his bedroom, dressed in light blue pajamas, decorated with trains of red and green. The boy's dark eyes were casted high up into the sky, as if looking for something.

'I wish for something from him.'

"Of who...?" Tauxolouved said, speaking in whispers and the silence didn't offer answers.

"This kid..." He heard your voice, beautiful and melodic in his ears, that longed for nothing other than just to hear it by his side. You walked to his side, your heels clicking against the floor, as you came to stand in front of the reflecting pool as well, your tunic swaying behind you as you moved. You placed your palms upon the rim of the pool and peered inside, a soft and tender smile across your lips. "I remember him."

Tauxolouve stared at you, curiosity turning his mind into a skein. "You've granted his wishes before?" He asked.

You nodded, cutting the string of the skein that entangled his brain. "His friend moved away recently and he's been missing him a lot. It's kind of difficult for them to meet up for now, with all the preparations for his friend's new house, but they talk on the phone..." You paused, seemingly wanting to say more, which you did, after a while. "He still misses him. He wished for something from his friend. Nights remind him of their fun little sleepovers."

Tauxolouve's eyebrows rose slightly and his eyes lit up with understanding. "I see how it is..." He stared back down at the child depicted upon the surface of the rippling water and thought for a few moments, wondering what he could do.

"Any ideas...?" You asked, staring at the skeptical profile of your husband.

"I might have, yes." Tauxolouve responded and the snap of his fingers echoed amongst the layers of silence that covered this place.

The two of you remained wordless, as you stared down at the sight of the child's head turning to stare at his mother, that had just entered the room.

The mother handed him her phone, the screen bight with his friend's mother's name across the screen.

The young boy's eyes lit up, as he eagerly grabbed the phone out of his mother's grasp and brought it to his own little ear. The boy's wish vanished from the list and Tauxolouve smiled, staring down at the happiness that colored the kid's cherubic face.

"I guess they hadn't spoken in a while." You said, resting your temple against his shoulder, as you watched over the kid too.

Tauxolouve's hand slipped around your waist, holding you close as the image of the young boy faded from the reflecting pool. "I'm sorry, I suddenly got extra work and had to stay behind longer than usual." He said, apologizing for not returning home at the usual time.

"It's fine, you had work, that's understandable." You said and you lifted your head to gaze at him properly.

"My little lady, I missed you so much." He said and brought his face down to yours, your lips meeting in a sweet rendezvous. "Every second away from you was torment." He said, between kisses and you smiled against his lips, his cupid's bow grazing your upper lip.

"I love you, Louie." You kissed his cheek and whispered against his skin.

"I love you too. I love you so much."

Aigonorus is always so sweet. 😭🤧🥺💛

This was relaxing. Thank you!🌹🌹💖🌹🌹

Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic (5th Feb): A Good Night's Sleep (Aigonorus/MC)

Title: A Good Night's Sleep

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T

Pairing: Aigonorus/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 560

Written for Prompt: Feb 5: rescue | inertia | lullaby @fluffbruary

February 5th: A Good Night’s Sleep (Aigonorus/MC)

Aigonorus frowned to himself as he checked the planetarium in the reflecting pool in the heavens when he had a brief few minutes alone to do so. ___ looked even more tired than she had when he’d picked her up from work the day before. 

He sighed softly. If she wasn’t getting any sleep that worried him. As Tauxolouve came back into the room, he looked at the other. “‘M gonna go to the archives.”

“Everything alright?” Tauxolouve asked, somewhat surprised.

“... I don’t think ___’s getting any sleep. I should find a way to help…”

“You would worry about that,” Tauxolouve muttered teasingly, though he understood where he was coming from. “I’m not sure the archives is the best place to look for this though, unless you think there’s an outside issue causing it.”

Aigonorus sighed heavily. “I guess. What a pain. There must be something I can do…”

“Maybe try talking to Hue?” Tauxolouve suggested softly. “He has books on the Earth as well as the Heavens after all.”

“... ‘Kay,” Aigonorus reluctantly agreed. “I’m gonna head off then.”

Tauxolouve nodded. Whilst it wasn’t the end of their shift yet, this actually was more warning than he usually got from the other. He could tell that the other was troubled by this as he hadn’t had to wake the other today.

***

That evening, Aigonorus picked ___ up from the planetarium as per usual. He smiled softly at her as she headed over to him, though his eyes showed concern. “You’re tired.”

“I didn’t get any sleep last night, and not much the day before,” ___ admitted, leaning on him a little. “My mind’s been focussed on this event.”

“We should get you home,” Aigonorus muttered, holding her close and snapping his fingers before she could protest.

Once they were at her apartment, Aigonorus pulled her down onto the bed beside him and hugged her tightly.

___ went to say something, but then her eyes widened as Aigonorus started to sing a very old lullaby. She stifled a laugh.

Aigonrus cut off, frowning. “Am I doing something wrong? This can help people to sleep, right? It's not just children it works with?”

Laughing properly now, ___ wrapped her arms around him and returned his embrace before kissing him briefly. “I'm sorry. It's sweet of you to try. It's just… that's the wrong tune for those words… or the wrong words for that tune, depending on which you meant.”

“... Oh. Maybe I didn't fully understand what Hue meant then…”

___ smiled lovingly at him. “Or maybe you drifted off during the conversation. Especially considering you were talking about lullabies.”

Aigonorus sighed. “This was supposed to save you from another restless night.”

“Aigo,” ___ murmured softly and lovingly, “I don't need you to do anything to rescue me from that. You being here will be distraction enough. I take it you can stay tonight?”

“‘Course,” Aigonorus replied, now smiling brightly himself. “When's this event anyway?”

“... Tomorrow… so after that I'll have less on my mind.”

Aignorus squeezed her gently. “You always worry too much.”

“I can't help it.”

“I know,” Aignorus mumbled, holding her close. “It's always like this when you've got a lot on at work. But remember to lean on me…”

___ smiled and leant into the embrace, closing her eyes. “Thank you, Aigo. I love you.”

“I love you too.”