This Is Such A Lovely Story...

This is such a lovely story... 🩷💜

I hope we see more of them in the future.

Requesting a human!Tauxolouve x Goddess Reader story. The ending is upto you. 💓

Hey there! Sorry this took so long. I had an idea almost immediately for this but then I think I got distracted by other things, including doing some Fluffbruary Fics, plus I was concerned that the timeline in this didn't make sense. (I'm still not 100% sure on that but this is somewhat an alternate timeline anyway)

Title: Wish of Fate

Rating: T

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Chapters: 2

Status: Complete

Total Word Count: 8,224

Pairing: Human!Tauxolouve/Goddess!Reader (background past Huedhaut/Clotho)

Major Characters: Goddess!Reader, Human!Tauxolouve, Huedhaut, Zyglavis, Aigonorus, The King of the Heavens

Minor Characters: Ichthys

Genre: Alternate Timeline, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: You are the Goddess of Sagittarius, heading to work to grant wishes as per usual, but with a feeling that something is about to happen. Tauxolouve is a receptionist at an Orphanage and his wishes to help the kids often reach the Heavens. When he finally wishes for himself - he asks to know what happened to his own parents. Who would have thought one innocent wish would cause such chaos? But then again, who would have foreseen that you would go to such lengths to see it granted?

A/N: The summary probably makes it clear that some details are the same as in canon, so spoilers for Huedhaut's path and Tauxolouve's path. Basically you can hopefully view this as an attempt of an 'If You Were A Goddess' special story for Tauxolouve. (Note: The Epilogue mentions MC but it's left intentionally vague who she is with so you can choose in your mind what first prologue path you think she might have taken in this timeline)

ETA (Midnight GMT): A few errors in the AO3 listing and one glaring error in the story have been fixed now, sorry everyone. 😅

Remember that your blog is for what you want it to be, you do not gotta cater to anons or the fake audience voice in your head. Post what ya want and breathe easy

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"I'll never forget you!" You said, wailing. "I will always love you!" He was your best friend after all and the morning he departed with his family, you left a small and gentle kiss on his cheek.

This is perfection! ✨✨🥺💞💞💞

KARNO, MY SWEET KARNO! 😭😭😭🤧❤💙

"Fifteen years"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Karno × goddess!reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: I wrote this, deleted it and rewrote this multiple times, before finally settling with this idea/plot. I stopped, took a walk in the night air and continued writing. I figured taking a walk outside helps when I'm stuck.💗💗 I hope you'll enjoy!!💕💕

Prompts: graceful | volcano | blanket (Day 12/2024)

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"Hold on!" Karno said, catching your small hand in his equally tiny one.

You gripped him tightly, as you balanced yourself on the fallen tree trunk. You gasped, thinking you were about to slip, when it rolled a little to the side, but your friend kept you up, using his second hand as well. "Okay...!" You uttered between ragged breaths.

"You're steady?" He asked, his voice thin and almost tumbling to the feminin side.

You nodded, your grin broad and the apples of your cheeks rosé, your hair disheveled and slipping out of the ribbon your mother had tied around them, forming a ponytail, before you could scurry off into the forest.

Karno's sweet face was before you, his cheeks soft and pinchable with the way they puffed out. "Your hair." He said, giggling.

"I guess I don't need this then." You said, with your childlike voice and you reached for the lilac ribbon in your hair, pulling it off completely.

"Look!" He begged enthusiastically for your attention, shoving a hand into the pocket of his white tunic. "Dad brought some of these home yesterday and I got us some." He explained, voice cheerful, while the sunlight dived into his dark chocolate eyes.

Your eyes brightened, upon the sight of the fresh strawberries that laid upon Karno's small palm.

"I knew you'd react like that." He laughed and your face felt warmer, for a reason your innocent little mind couldn't fathom just yet.

You two hopped off the tree trunk, stones and soil ending up crashed beneath your sandals and your own dress swaying, when your body was still in the air, feet not touching the ground yet.

You took a seat on a big rock nearby and shared the fruits, indulging in the slightly sour sweetness of them.

Your eyes trailed across your best friend's facial features and the smile you've been harboring this entire time faded, a shadow conquering the light in your gaze.

"What's wrong?" Karno asked, his cherubic face colored with concern, pure and limitless, wishing for no benefit.

"I can't believe you'll be moving away..." You answered melancholically, eyes casted upon your lap.

Karno's frail hand found your shoulder, ushering you to turn around and stare up at him. "We'll meet again. Don't be sad." He said, wishing from the bottom of his youthful heart that it'd return the stolen smile to your face.

"When?" You questioned, your eyes swelling with tears.

Karno's warm brown eyes remained in yours, chasing away the chill from your heart like fire in a firepit. "We're eight. So... In fifteen years?"

As the tears began their wet, sorrowful trail down your rosy cheeks, your breath hitched and you threw your arms around him, knocking his body down with yours on top, like a blanket.

Karno hugged you back tightly, as you sobbed into his shoulder.

"I'll never forget you!" You said, wailing. "I will always love you!" He was your best friend after all and the morning he departed with his family, you left a small and gentle kiss on his cheek.

The days and the nights collided, turning into months and then to years, changing your mind and body. The only thing that stayed the same was the love that had found its rightful home into your ribcage, nuzzled against your heartbeat. Maybe because this feeling wasn't an idea swirling in your head, but a yearning engraved into your soul.

With the passage of time, you were also able to realize that this love you felt for this boy wasn't just one for a friend, but one reserved for something more.

Fifteen years had gone by and now you carried a stack of books down the palace's hallway, your first day there as the archive's assistant.

Something met your body suddenly, your speeds colliding and pushing each other away, causing you to stumble backwards.

All the books fell from your hold, scattering around your feet and a strong hand gripped your forearm firmly, keeping you upright.

"I'm so sorry!" You hurried to apologize, head ducked in shame, as you crouched down to retrieve the books you dropped.

The god kneeled as well, helping you gather them and then offering them to you. "Here."

"Thank y—" Your voice died, still in your throat, when your eyes met the warm ones of this man.

"No..." He muttered, inspecting your face piece by piece. "No way..." A smile spread across his lips and its familiarity shook you to your core. "(Name)?!"

"Karno!" You cried out, throwing your arms around him without even considering. "Heavens..." You chuckled as you spoke, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Look how much you've grown!"

"I could say the same thing about you!" His facial features had sharpened with maturity, yet his skin remained soft, even though his cheeks were not as puffed out anymore. "I missed you so much." He said, before squeezing you into his arms as if he was shipwrecked and you were his precious shore, the emotions flowing like they came out of a volcano. His graceful fingers tucked some tufts of hair behind your ear and his eyes squinted kindly, as he peered into your face. "You're so... Beautiful."

The boy looked up at his father, the innocence of his gaze melting away all the sins Zyglavis had witnessed over the rippling water of the reflecting pool. "Papa..." He uttered, slowly. His hand was already within his father's, but he came closer, his small arms, fragile as they were, wrapped themselves around his father's legs. "I'm not sad." He said, voice soft, gentle and observing their interaction, you could've believed it was the song of a bird, welcoming the golden hour.

The way you describe him. 😭🥹💖💖💖

"I'm not sad"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Zyglavis × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: IT'S THE LAST FLUFFBRUARY FIC!!😭😭 THANK YOU ALL FOR STICKING AROUND!! LOVE YA!!

Prompts: breakfast | valley | sign (Day 29/2024)

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The morning light slipped through the tree branches like strings, turning the soil of the forest floor into a piece of golden embroidery. Birds sang in the distance, their melody awaking the souls of the forest, as it swayed and danced around the tree trunks, like nhymphs you couldn't catch with a naked eye.

The young boy's eyes brightened, wonder enhancing his features.

Zyglavis smiled down at the young boy that resembled him almost entirely. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to spend much time with you this week? Will you forgive me?"

The boy looked up at his father, the innocence of his gaze melting away all the sins Zyglavis had witnessed over the rippling water of the reflecting pool. "Papa..." He uttered, slowly. His hand was already within his father's, but he came closer, his small arms, fragile as they were, wrapped themselves around his father's legs. "I'm not sad." He said, voice soft, gentle and observing their interaction, you could've believed it was the song of a bird, welcoming the golden hour.

Your fingers tightened around the handle of the basket, a sign of the feelings that overtook you, rushing across your body along with the blood, like a river in a valley.

Zyglavis' hands slipped beneath his son's armpits and lifted him up, the smile brightening up his cherubic face matching the one his father's lips harbored right now, that he got to have him, his precious treasure in his arms. "I'm glad." He said, staring affectionately at his child. Your husband's eyes found yours, before parting again and being casted upon the young boy. "I was thinking we could have breakfast in this meadow your mom and I took you when you were a baby." He said, smiling fondly at the memories gifted to him by fate.

The young boy smiled brightly, his silky hair—that were tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon so it'd look like his father's—swaying above his frail back. "You're the best!" He announced, throwing his hands around his father's neck.

You approached the two of them, a basket filled with sweets, bread, milk and fruits in hand. You touched their soft heads softly and smiled gently. "I love you."

"We love you too." They both said in unison.