Hi. Can You Write Scorpio Meeting Mc's Family Fic? He Gets Invited To Her Family Get Together And They

Hi. Can you write Scorpio meeting mc's family fic? He gets invited to her family get together and they had a date ( sort of) after meeting her family. Have a good day or night. 🌹

SCM- Department of Punishment

SCORPIO- Night Light

A/N: Thank you for requesting anon. I have tried my best to write this, i hope you like this. I will post the other requests as well after my exams are over. 💛💙

"Scorpio? Are you on your way somewhere?" Scorpio was packing a gift-wrapped box in a small bag when Dui questioned.

"Yes, I am going to ( name)'s house." he replied quickly and snapped his fingers, which brought him infront of your house.

He took a deep breath and thought, " Everything is going to be fine. I must meet her family at some point."

After five years, your uncle had returned home. Therefore, when your uncle decided to host a party for the family, it was the ideal time to introduce your boyfriend to them.

Your sister answered the door when the bell rang, saying, "Mr. Scorpio is here, sis." Which focused everyone's gaze on him.

His hands started to slightly shake as a result of so many eyes on him.

You rushed to his aid, held his hand, and began introducing him to your family. You approached your parents and introduced him, "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Scorpio. " you said.

He bashfully handed you mom the gift wrapped box and said, " Hello it's nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs ( surname )!".

Your parents smiled at you both. " I assume you will join us for dinner." you mother asked. " Yes ma'am. " he replied promptly earning a chuckle from her.

After dinner Scorpio was talking with your parents and uncle when you decided to get some fresh. You sat beside your sister on a chair on the balcony.

" Sis? " she asked. " Humm". " You seemed so worried about introducing Scorpio to us, that i almost assumed there was something wrong with him." ( sister's name) said.

" Yeah like you always assume the worst thing." you said. " Still it was kinda weird and he seems shy. " ( sister's name) said raising her hands. " But i am sure he is a good person. " she said.

" I will talk to you in the morning, sis." she winked at you and left.

Scorpio sat down on the chair beside you and smiled. He seemed happy, which was an indication of how well the conversation with your parents and uncle went.

You both sat there silently, enjoying the gentle breeze. Fire flies could be seen in the distance. It was a full moon night, full of light and hope.

" Scorpio? Are you happy?" you asked. " Yes." he replied smiling at you. " I am kinda scared. " you said looking at your hands on your lap.

He held your hands making you look up at him. " You know, when ever life gets a little too good, i get scared that my happiness will not last very long. I have always been like this." you replied ruefully.

" ( Name), you know there was a time. " he paused carefully choosing his words, " When i first came to heaven, i was always scared of happiness. Whenever someone complimented my work or simply praised my existence as a person." he sighed.

" I felt i would make a mistake and they will hate me. I would drown in self pity while pretending everything was fine. It took me years to realize that how many precious moments of happiness i have lost in this process. At the end of the day we cannot control our fates. So, ( name) be happy, live a life that you will find worth living. I will always be there for you. " he said.

His words had a soothing effect on you. You took a deep breath, closing you eyes. Letting go of all the intrusive thoughts. You saw Scorpio staring at you, admiring you beauty as you opened your eyes.

" Is there something on my face? " you asked. He nodded his head in denial and said " You are beautiful my love. I was just admiring you." you blushed at his words, and looked away.

" Its true, my moon." he said. " Moon? " you turned to look at him, " I didn't know you were so good at flirting. " you said cheerfully.

He rolled his eyes, trying to suppress his smile. He looked adorable.

"Maybe it's because of all the movie that Karno is suggesting me to watch." he said. " Then i must thank Karno." you said pulling Scorpio in a tight embrace.

I am currently down with fever and cold. Can you please write a comfort fic with my Louie baby!!!! Please 🙏 🥺🥺

"I like taking care of you."

Genre: comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: I hope you feel better soon, love!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗🌹🌹🌹💗💗🌹🌹🌹🌹💗💗🌹🌹🌹💗💗 Tauxy-Tauxy-baby at your service😌✨

You swallowed and winced at the pain that came with it. You had taken simple things, such as breathing through both of your nostrils, for granted, but now you missed this feeling greatly.

You raised a hand up to your forehead and felt your temperature. You felt really warm, but then again, your hand was tucked away beneath the covers, so it was pretty hot itself.

You sighed, irritated that you couldn't even breathe properly, as the door to your bedroom opened slowly and quietly. "I'm awake."

At your words, Tauxolouve stopped walking on his tippy toes in order to not ruin your sleep. "How are you feeling?" He asked softly, coming to sit at your bedside.

"Same as before." You said and smiled, when his cool hand touched your forehead. "Your hand... It feels nice. It's quite cool."

"I was doing the dishes, so I guess they're still pretty cold." He chuckled and your eyes widened.

"You were doing the dishes?!" You asked, the guilt stinging you a little. "But that's my responsibility!" You tried to reason with him, but your hoarse voice didn't help you much.

"I get what you're saying, but right now you're sick and I promised to take care of you." Tauxolouve's cold hand slid down to your cheek and you closed your eyes, enjoying the refreshing feeling.

"I'm sorry for the trouble." You spoke gently and with a frail voice.

"I like taking care of you." Tauxolouve's fingers touched yours and you immediately reached out to hold his hand, giving it a squeeze, which he returned. "I like knowing you can rely on me and that I get to spoil you, my little lady."

"But how come you didn't just snap your fingers? Wouldn't that be faster?" You asked, tracing the lines of his palm with your fingertips in the meantime.

"It's more fulfilling to do stuff for you with my own two hands." His words were coated in his love for you, as he spoke. He got up from the bed and came to bend over you, pressing his lips to your forehead into a kiss that made your heart race. He hummed. "You still have a fever. Let me get you some medicine."

"Lou...!" You called out to him, just before he could exist the room.

"Yes, my little lady?"

Gods couldn't get sick, so it wouldn't be a problem if... "Can we watch a movie together?"

Tauxolouve's lips formed a sweet smile, the cupid's bow on his upper lip appearing so kissable right now, it took everything in you not to leap out of the bed and jump into his arms, kissing him over and over again. "Of course we can. Pick a movie, while I go fetch you some medicine."

This is either a comedy or a horror story. The choice is yours.

Best friend: Leon

Enemy: Dui

First Kiss: Teorus

Lover: Huedhaut

Cockblock: Scorpio

In love with you: Teorus

The results speak for themselves.

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Interested in Writing But Can't Seem to Write

Anonymous asked: I've been interested in writing since I was a child. Used to be a bookworm. Whole chapter books in one night, completely addicted as a form of escapism. My first real dream job was to be an author - I decided this at around 11 maybe. No matter how many phases I've had, I always return to wanting to be an author. I am 22 now. I have not written a single thing. I vaguely remember writing like, maybe 3 things at most. Incomplete works that I just had fun with. And this was before I even turned 14. But in all those years of "loving writing and books" and "wanting to be an author" I did straight up nothing. Didn't even contribute to fanfics for the fandoms I was deeply obsessed with (I do remember trying once but wasn't into it). At some point reading was out of my life too.

I'm going to start here, because of these conflicting statements:

-- "I have not written a single thing." -- "I vaguely remember writing like, maybe 3 things at most."

See the issue? ;) If you've written "maybe 3 things" you have written something. They may have been incomplete, and you may not even remember what you were, but that doesn't mean you should discount them. You have written. That experience is still in there somewhere.

One of my biggest pet peeves as a longtime writer is hearing newer writers refer to themselves as "aspiring writers." If you write, you're a writer. Period. It doesn't matter if you journal, write poetry, write fan-fiction, or wrote a middle-school round robin with friends where you all married your favorite K-Pop stars. You write. You're a writer. And, honestly, even if you're not actively writing right now, if you want to write--if you think about writing, are constantly jotting down story ideas and character names, and are eagerly gathering inspiration from all around you... guess what? You're still a writer.

Now I'm trying to take my interest in writing more seriously, but I just can't sit down and write. I'm good at storing notes and ideas and daydreaming what my stories are about, but nothing is ever produced. If I think about it I immediately lose interest - even if I am in fact still interested in writing and publishing? I'm very confused by my behaviour and I wonder if it's normal.

What you're experiencing isn't unusual. In fact, most writers experience it from time to time, though usually it happens at points further into the writing journey and not right at the start. But I still wouldn't call that "abnormal." It happens.

There are a hundred-million reasons why it happens, and the only way to figure out why it's happening for you right now is to do some soul-searching. At your age, I think a prime suspect would be that you're in the jumping off point for your adult life. This can be a tumultuous time for a variety of reasons, and your focus and energy may be naturally geared toward the things that help you explore and settle into this new phase of life. Even beyond that, if you have have a demanding job (including being a parent or caregiver), are going to school or studying for job-related tests/classes, or have a lot going on right now (multiple projects, lots of travel, lots of appointments and social commitments, etc.)--your focus and energy is probably running thin as it is, so finding a way to funnel what's left into writing is going to take some finesse. And that's if this is even the right time for it, which I'll get to later on.

Writing Stress = Writing Avoidance

One of the most mind-blowing things I've learned about writing is that writing avoidance often comes down to writing feeling stressful for whatever reason. If you're putting a lot of pressure on yourself to write, write a certain amount, meet goals or deadlines, that translates to stress. It makes writing stressful, and the problem with that is evolution has wired our brains to avoid things that are stressful. At its most basic level, stress is a response to danger--you hear a lion roar in the distance, it causes you stress, you turn and run in the opposite direction. Stress triggers the "fight or flight response," a defense mechanism that protects us from the impending danger. With writing, "fight" shows up as self-criticism. "Flight" shows up as avoidance.

So, if you find that you want to write but are avoiding it, it's worth considering if you're avoiding it because it feels stressful to you. If so, there are things you can do to de-stress writing. For one thing, let go of the notion that you have to write any particular thing or amount in order to be a writer. Set yourself a bare minimum writing goal to reach every day... like writing for 10 minutes. That can be any writing--journaling, writing prompts, working on a story, fleshing out story ideas, fluffy fan-fiction, poetry, writing down a favorite memory, doing a book or movie review, anything. Try to do it every day, but don't beat yourself up if you sit down and aren't able to write anything, don't write a lot, or never sit down at all. Just try, every day, do your best. Also, try setting up a writing routine that you do every day when you sit down for that little writing session. Try to pick the same or similar time each day, do a little meditation or stretch beforehand, put on some soft music or light a candle, get your favorite drink or small snack. If you do this almost every day, what you'll start to find is that the writing happens more and more easily. Eventually you'll be spend more and more time doing it.

Why can I say I'm interested in writing when I don't write at all?

I'm interested in traveling to England but I haven't yet and have no current plans to. Does that mean I'm not allowed to say I'm interested in traveling to England?

Being interested in something doesn't mean you have to do that thing right now or you can't say you're interested in it.

And even if you can't write right now for whatever reason, there are still plenty of writerly things you CAN do. Following writing blogs and vlogs is a good start. You can listen to writing podcasts and read writing craft books. You can keep a notebook full of plot and character ideas, setting inspiration, favorite quotes, interesting words, and overheard bits of dialogue. You can watch TV shows and movies (and read books, which includes listening to audiiobooks!) You don't even have to do these things all the time or everyday. Just periodically, when you can. It all goes into your creative well and will be there to draw from when you are able to write.

One final word...

You do not have to be in a hurry to be a writer or to be a published writer. The average age of first-time publication is mid-30s. I was mid-40s. Jane Austen was 35. Toni Morrison was 40. J.R.R. Tolkien was 45. Richard Adams was 52. Annie Proulx was 57. Laura Ingalls Wilder was 65. National Book Award winner Harriet Doerr was 74. Poet Sarah Yerkes started writing poetry at 97 and was published at 101.

So, be interested in writing. Own that interest. Figure out if and how writing fits into your life right now. If it doesn't, do the other things. Fill your creative well so it will be ready when writing does fit into your life. ♥

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You have an natural talent for writing ♥️. The Karno angst fic is fabulous. So here i am requesting two fics linked together. Please make this fic a continuation of ' new '. Where a goddess reader dies and gets reborn as a human girl and falls in love with Scorpio in her teenage years; but Scorpio rejects her. They both die and are reborn as a God and Goddesses. But reader has no memory of her past life and she starts dating Tauxolouve but Scorpio still has feelings for her. Please give this two ending -

• Where she regains her memories and falls for Scorpio.

• She doesn't remember her past life and she is happily married to Tauxolouve.

Another thing I am typing this half asleep, so I hope you can understand what i am trying to say. Take care of yourself, do not worry. You are a talented writer. You are my inspiration ❤.

"New" part 2

Genre: angst

Warnings: graphic death scenes, a lot of blood, heavy language at some points, mentions of attempted suicide

A/N: I feel like you've been waiting so much, I'm so sorry.(⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) Also, thank you thank thank you so much for the beautiful words!!｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Tauxolouve's screams made his vocal chords feel ready to snap, his head about to split in two and his veins to rip through his skin by the boiling blood flowing through them.

The god on the receiving end of his hatred shrunk back into himself, horror overtaking him at Tauxolouve's enraged state.

Tauxolouve was always known for his kindness, his tranquility and patience, along with his soft-spoken nature. But now, with the crimson red of your blood drenching his white uniform, like spilt paint on a canvas, everything became a memory, his eyes piercing the lower ranking god, filled with loathing. "You were supposed to protect her!" Tauxolouve's voice cracked as his volume rose more and more. "She picked you for that reason! Because she relied on you! She believed your love was enough to provide her a good life and you just allowed her to die like this!" He looked down at your steeled form, blood staining your tunic through the broad wound across your chest, were your ribs got crashed by the pillar that had crumbled a few minutes ago.

The god felt ashamed, having all the eyes on him like this. As if the swarming deities in the grand hall were crows, ready to eat his corpse. He slowly rose to his feet, his golden sandals and knees stained with your blood and then he ran away. Away from the stains he could've prevented if he hadn't abandoned you and ran away first. If he hadn't betrayed your blind and devoted trust, yet he couldn't run away from them completely. The blood was on his clothes and would always follow him.

Tauxolouve hugged your broken body close and with his face buried into the crook of your neck, he sobbed and the tears created wet trails down your collarbones, before mixing with the traumatizing amount of blood across your chest.

Your ribs had broken and your heart was the next victim, leaving you with nothing but hushed lips and eyes that harbored no real meaning in their attention, as they were left half lidded and dull.

Tauxolouve didn't care about the pitiful stares that were present only for the sake of susurrus, as he cried like a small child against your body, not leaving your side once even when he felt your body growing cold beneath his palms. "My little lady... My sweet angel..." He mourned against your lifeless skin. "Why did you have to leave me? If only I was there sooner. If only I could prevent it all...!" He cried out, the pain so intense he swore it would slice his chest open, just like yours.

That day was the day Tauxolouve lost himself. He became distant, living his torture by himself every waking moment of his terribly long life. And how he wished he could just die, but he couldn't simply do that. The time he tried to rip the stars out of his eyes, the king had to intervene and for a long time afterwards, he had to be supervised at all times. Some days by Karno, some by Huedhaut, some by Leon. He wasn't trusted to be alone for many years afterwards, everyone in fear, thinking he might try something like that again.

"Feeling romantic tonight?" Leon addressed him, striding up to Tauxolouve, whose eyes were casted high upon the night sky.

"Why are you here?" He asked and even Leon's heart twitched uncomfortably at the lifeless tone. No matter how much time went by, he refused to get used to this new, broken Tauxolouve. "You don't need to watch me anymore."

"Who said I'm obeying orders?" Leon scoffed, deciding to hide his true feelings under his usual cocky mask and came to stand beside Tauxolouve, who was leaning onto the flinty edge of the top of the glorious palace. Leon's whiskey eyes wandered around the sky, searching through the countless constellations, until he spotted a certain one, shinning exceptionally brightly tonight. "So that's why you're here..."

Tauxolouve remained wordless, his own hurtful turmoil swirling like a ravaging hurricane within his mind.

"Lou..."

Tauxolouve hummed and even that tiny indicator that he was listening was enough to satisfy Leon.

"She hasn't lost her stars."

Tauxolouve's dark irises, slowly turned to his minister, his eyebrows furrowing suspiciously. "What are you saying...?" His voice came out a little hoarse, given how this was his first conversation for the day.

"Lou..." Leon averted his eyes from the endless starry sky and looked deep within Tauxolouve's. "She's out there."

Tauxolouve's fingers twitched against the flinty build of the top of the palace at the sound of those words. Could he really hope? He honestly feared that. He feared being wrong and reliving the loss all over again. "If you're playing with my feelings, stop this instant."

"I'm not fooling you." Leon contradicted him, almost insulted he was suspected of such a thing.

"I know your sense of humor can be twisted." Tauxolouve pushed some more verbally.

"I won't lie, it can." He snorted. "But not now. Now I'm being honest."

Tauxolouve pursed his lips and stared at the far off sky's horizon. Could he really hope...?

Maybe he could, if he looked lower. Much much lower, away from the Heavens and down on Earth.

Hair were swaying in the breeze and eyes looked up at the sky. If only they knew they were admiring the same constellation.

You looked up and your lips naturally curled into a smile. "You're here, good." You sat up straight and made room for Scorpio to join you on the bench.

"You said you needed me, so make it quick, I'm busy." He started coldly as he took a seat beside you, but still keeping a certain distance from you.

Your smile twisted into a nervous one, your fingers fidgeting with each other and you looked down at them, searching for the correct words.

"Hurry it up, woman." Scorpio complained impatiently. "I don't have all night." It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with you and you didn't know that, but neither was homework the reason. He just wanted to run away from his feelings... Scorpio loved you, but held back. Looking into your eyes, he identified the righteous thing that needed to be done immediately.

His life was intense and he meant that in a negative way. He had to deal with things people his age—or literally anyone—shouldn't. The most dangerous kinds of people would often chase him down for illegal negotiations of his father and the money he owes these sick people.

"Scorpio, I..." You paused, your voice lowering as you shrunk into yourself, your shoulders rising as if to hide you between them. "I love you...!"

Your words were only three, but how they made Scorpio feel... It was indescribable. The dilemma was stabbing him repeatedly. One half of him was ushering him to take you into his arms and kiss you deeply, yet the other dragged him away, saying how it would be cruel to put you in danger by mixing with him. You deserved to be safe and by his side, you couldn't, since anything dear to him could be used as bait to get him to do anything they wanted.

"What... Do you say...?" You asked timidly, every terrible scenario racing through your head at once at the sight of his shocked expression. You swallowed thickly as his deep voice tumbled out of his throat and one of those feared scenarios turned to reality, throwing your heart onto the ground and hearing it break like glass.

"Let's forget this conversation ever occurred." Scorpio's dark eyes shifted to the side, uncomfortably. He got up from the bench and took a few steps away from you, before pausing and with his back still facing you, he spoke words that hurt you both. "Nothing can exist between us." Walking away from you and crossing the dark street, Scorpio clenched his jaw and his fingers curled into fists. The half of him he just denied screamed at him to turn around and apologize. Explain everything and love you. But he didn't...

The next day, you avoided each other at all times and places. You, because the sight of his face reminded you of your heartbreak and him, because the sight of you reminded him of the feelings he had to deny.

School was finally over and the crowd previously stuffed into the building began swarming out on the streets, everyone huffing and groaning, finally free of their boredom and all the irritating people they had to deal with.

You were about to walk back home too, when you spotted Scorpio standing just below the stairs, looking down at his phone with a disturbed expression.

He was about to leave, when you rushed up to him and called out his name, but to no avail, since he hadn't heard you. You respected his declination from yesterday night and you only wanted to ask him to forget all about last night and see if you could remain friends, like before.

Scorpio kept walking forward fast and with rather aggressive and determined footsteps and you found yourself practically jogging to catch up to him. He took a turn into a narrow alley and you were finally able to reach him.

"Scorpio..." You spoke with slightly ragged breaths.

His inky eyes opened widely and he turned around to face you. "What the hell are you doing here, stupid?!"

You were surprised by his sudden outburst, seeming eager to shoo you away.

"I'm not here to bother you, really! I just-"

"No, that not it, you don't get it. You need to fucking leave now!" He demanded and knowing you shouldn't push your luck, you were about to comply and leave, when another voice joined the two of you.

"You got a girlfriend? Well now, that makes the job easier for us." A man with a scar across his face stepped into view and gave Scorpio a twisted grin.

"She's not my girlfriend. I just found her wandering here." Scorpio contradicted him, doing his best to come out unbothered by your presence and convince him he's never seen you before.

"Oh, really?" The man seemed to see through that lie and pressed on for answers. "You certainly seemed really passionate about getting her to run away. If she was a mere passerby, she'd walk away eventually, but you ordering her to leave...? That means she would've stayed."

Another man, taller than the first one came behind you and grabbed your arms tightly and making you wince in pain.

"I told you she doesn't have anything to do with me! Get that shit through your thick skull!" Scorpio raised his voice and the man laughed with a hoarse tone, which sounded like he had been smoking for years.

"You know your bastard old man owes us a shit tone of money." He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small, but sharp knife.

"Not my business anymore. He threw me out and disowned me." Scorpio clicked his tongue and took out his own knife.

You were left breathless, watching the scene unfold before you. You never heard of that part of Scorpio's life before, even though you had assumed you were close.

The man lashed out at Scorpio with the knife pointed to his throat and you screamed out his name in fear, thinking Scorpio was done for. But your heart raced in a somewhat relief, when Scorpio grabbed his wrist and twisted it unapologetically, proceeding to brake it in the process.

The man with the scar hissed and groaned in pain, holding his broken wrist close to his stomach and glaring at Scorpio, his knife falling to the dirty ground of the alley. "You bastard... You're quite reckless when we have your woman."

Scorpio's gaze shifted to you and then into one of horror and regret, seeing your face twist in pain and your vocal chords squeezing out a scream of agony, when the tall man holding you plunged a knife into you.

Your world darkened before your eyes, with the last sight being Scorpio's enraged and devastated face and the hot feeling of your own blood, dripping from your open wound and staining your clothes, contrasting your body, which started growing cold.

Around fifty years passed and you waved your hand at Scorpio, from the balcony of your house as he passed by after a late night shift in the department of punishments. "How was work today?" You asked and your smile tugged on his heartstrings.

"The work was fine, the idiots there were the shitty part." He replied and you chuckled at his usual tone and choice of words. "How... Have you been?" He asked bashfully, keeping his casualty with you under a certain point, fearing his true feelings will come out and he'll ruin even those small and peaceful moments with you. You were Tauxolouve's lover and he knew better than to steal another man's woman.

And it was also the fact that your presence was what made Tauxolouve happy again. He heard about your previous divine life and how it ended and as well as the way Tauxolouve's heart was crashed, along with your ribcage and your blood painting both of your clothes. The tragic love story and Tauxolouve's healed heart. Something Scorpio didn't see fair to ruin for his own pleasure, even though it ate out at him every waking moment he considered the possibility of you being in his arms instead of Tauxolouve's.

"I had the day off and so did Lou, so we went out on a date." You responded with an affectionate smile as your memories swirled around your sweet moments and your lover's gentle lips and hands on you.

"I see." Scorpio's reply was curt and he was thankful for his generally surly reputation, since now he didn't need much effort to hide his feelings.

The curtains behind you parted and Scorpio's jaw clenched, when Tauxolouve stepped out onto the balcony. He walked to your side and leaned onto the railings, looking down at Scorpio. "Care to join us for dinner?"

Scorpio found it ironic to see you both standing high above him side by side, staring down at him with such welcoming eyes, he almost believed fate was mocking him in the cruelest way possible.

"Can't. Zyglavis has given me a shit tone of paperwork that I need to get through by sunrise." He declined using lies once again.

"Being a vice minister must be tough." Tauxolouve chuckled and Scorpio swallowed thickly, wishing he didn't have to go through all that play pretend. He was happy for both of you, yet he couldn't help feeling miserable, knowing he was fated to end up alone in the end.

{Ending 1}

You filled the vase with fresh water and dipped the flowers inside, closing your eyes and taking in their delicate floral scent.

The sunlight was basking into the house through the windows and the white curtains swayed with the gentle wind.

You hummed to yourself and with the vase in your hands, you danced slowly around the kitchen table, your hair swaying, fixed into a beautiful hairstyle.

You were about to place the vase on the table, when your vision blurred and figures began forming before your eyes.

At first you saw yourself with Tauxolouve, holding hands and walking side by side through a field of daises, with the sun setting in the background and your smiles sweet and carefree. But then, your hands parted and the sky ripped in two, into a colossal crack, which sucked you in and brought you by the side of a crying Tauxolouve, alone and with a devastated smile seeing you walk off by yourself.

You assumed that was when you left him and if you were not mistaken, the event that followed was...

You swallowed thickly and tightened your hands into fists, seeing as you couldn't look away from this cruel sight, which you wouldn't even wish it upon your worst enemy.

You laid across Tauxolouve's lap, with your ribcage broken and your blood spilling out of you, dipping both of your clothes into a deep crimson, as another god rushed off, with bloodstained knees and sandals.

Your heart couldn't take anymore and yet this merciless higher power refused to let you go just yet.

You found yourself on Earth and you couldn't lie, you were quite intrigued. You hadn't heard anything else apart from the fact that you were a human in the same period with Scorpio and that the two of you lost your lives together. So now, that the truth was revealing itself before you, your mouth was left dry.

You watched everything from Scorpio's perspective and you were able to experience all of his emotional turmoil with your every interaction. He loved you, he truly did. And because he loved you so much was why he denied you. To protect you.

You returned to the present with a loud gasp and the wetness at your feet made you look down, only to find the vase you were about to place on the table earlier, broken to pieces and the flowers scattered around your sandals, dipping the end of your toga into a puddle of water.

The shards hadn't cut you, yet you were bleeding. Internally. Your heart was hurting that you had to hurt Tauxolouve again, because your feelings had shifted. That vision had brought everything back.

"Little lady?!" Tauxolouve rushed into the room, his eyes wide with worry at your shaky form. "Hey hey, what's wrong?!" He came to stand in front of you and cupped your face in his two big hands, tilting your head upwards so you were facing him.

Looking into his eyes, all your feelings came pouring out in the shape of hot tears, your chest jolting with your sobs and you moved your face away from his hold, refusing to face him any longer.

"Little lady-"

"Please, don't call me that. Please... It hurts..."

His fingers grew cold at your plea and his mouth dried. He remembered those words... His hands fell by either side of his hips and he stared down at the top of your head, as you held it low, looking at the ground in guilt. "Is it happening again...?"

You swallowed thickly, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.

"Is history repeating itself...?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but you only cried louder. "I'm so sorry, Tauxolouve!"

He pursed his lips together, his eyelashes resting on his cheeks, trying his best to keep the tears in. "Your feelings for Scorpio... They came back... They did... Right...?"

You nodded, finally managing to quieten down your cries. "I'm so sorry." You created some distance between the two of you and Tauxolouve's hand moved to reach for you instinctively, but he pulled it back, keeping it close to his stomach. "It all happened so suddenly... I... I don't know what else to say, except how sorry I am for hurting you again."

"(Name), tell me something."

You hummed, listening closely to him. "What is it?"

"I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" He asked, his irises swelling with tears. "I want you to be honest with me or else I won't be able to live with myself..." He swallowed thickly. "Did I hurt you or disrespect you in any way?"

"No! No, you didn't do any of that!" You rushed to reassure him, shaking your head in denial towards his statement.

"So I'm just... Not him..." Tauxolouve smiled in such a devastating way, you swore you could hear your heart breaking.

"Tauxolouve... I want to leave." You said, your heart clenching at the cruel fate Tauxolouve had to deal with for a third time, yet it simultaneously yearned for Scorpio.

"And I want you to be happy." He put his hand on top of your head and smiled down at you. "Even if you choose to not include me in your happiness."

You ran out of the house, your lungs begging for oxygen and your heart for a god.

You made your way to the department of punishments and pushed open the double leafed doors, startling Scorpio, who was sitting in his office by himself.

"Why the hell did you just barge in like-"

But his eyes widened, shock and disbelief colouring his face in a vivid red, when you suddenly yelled at him words that almost made him believe he was hallucinating. "I love you! Scorpio, I love you! Do you still love me too?!"

He just jumped from his seat, his shock too much to bear and he grabbed your face, crashing his lips into yours. Oh, how he had been craving this moment for two whole lifetimes now.

Your hair tangled with his fingers and his with yours, your lips connecting and coming apart only to come together again in hunger, not the hunger of lust, but the hunger of two lovers, star-crossed in the eyes of witnesses, but now they were about to prove them wrong.

{Ending 2}

The music played on loudly and happily and even though you were feeling quite shy, today was a day you'd only be happy.

Your snowy white dress swirled around you as Tauxolouve guided you around the dance floor, which was empty, reserved just for the two of you.

"You look absolutely beautiful, my wife." Tauxolouve's smile was one of the sweetest a man's lips could ever form and the love in his eyes was visible and obvious to everyone watching you two waltzing in circles around the ballroom.

"I love you, Lou." You said and your bright grin captivated everyone present. You were so beautiful in your wedding dress and your elaborate hairstyle, you could be the prettiest goddess in the Heavens.

"I love you more."

"No, I love you more!" You giggled.

"I told you, I love you more!" He laughed along and your bright smiles had successfully outdone all the jewellery in the ballroom by their vibrance.

The dance came to an end and the deities approached you one by one, giving you their most heartfelt blessings and sharing your indescribable happiness with you.

Scorpio stepped into view and his lips formed a rare smile. "I'm sure you'll be happy, so my wishes are pointless." It shattered his heart, but he knew you'd be happy, so maybe he could hold his pieces together for some more time.

"Thank you." You smiled and his breath hitched, the time stopping in his mind, not wanting to miss a second of your beauty.

"Well..." Seeing a few pairs of eyes on him, his face stiffened again and he bowed his head at you. "If he hurts you, tell me and I'll beat him up."

You chuckled and butterflies flapped their wings in his stomach. "Don't worry, he'll treat me wonderfully."

His eyes trailed to the wedding ring on your finger for a split second, before returning to your eyes. "I know... I'm sure of that." And with a nod of his head towards your husband, he stepped aside and leaned against a pillar, blinking a few times to keep the tears inside. He was happy for you, that was something he could never deny... But he'd prefer if he was the one who got to be by your side like this and share rings and vows with you. But he did make a vow that night.

If you didn't want him by your side as your lover or your husband, he'd make sure to be the best friend you could ever have.