Dear Anon, Please Don't Feel Bad. We Believe In You. You Can Achieve Your Dreams And Have A Blissful

Dear anon, please don't feel bad. We believe in you. You can achieve your dreams and have a blissful life. We love you! ❤

Thank you for writing this @imhereforscm!

Can i get a hug from you and Lou? Please. My dad scolded me and said he would have been happy if i wasn't born. He says i am a disgrace. I am not very good at maths and i want to study arts which made him angry. I am sorry if you find this triggring. 😔 I just want some words of encouragement, forehead kisses and cuddles please 😔 Thank you

"I believe in you"

Genre: comfort

Warnings: thoughts of you not existing

A/N: *TACKLES YOU IN A BIG HUG* I love you so much, sweetie!!! Idk what kind of shit your dad has in his head, but know that they're not true!! You're wonderful, brilliant and this world would never be the same without you!!🎀🎀💖🎀💖🎀💖🎀💖🎀💖🎀🎀🎀💖💖💖💖💖💖 And I believe art is a beautiful career and you can do it!!❣️💖❣️💖❣️💖❣️💖❣️💖❣️💖❣️💖 SENDING YOU LOTS AND LOTS OF HUGS, BABY!!! *HUGS YOU AND PLACES A KISS TO YOUR FOREHEAD*❣️❣️❣️❣️

Your heart was squeezed tightly by a vine covered in thorns and your throat was hurting, your vision blurry.

Your brain remembered and your eardrums still ached from the insults thrown your way by someone who apparently had no heart, because he didn't hesitate to pick these unforgivable words.

The first tear fell from your eye and more followed. You folded your forearms onto your desk and buried your face in them, your tears wetting them.

After a few moments though, you raised your head back up for air and from the corner of your eye a figure caught your attention.

The spiky vine loosened up around your heart a little and your tears fell free, so relieved to see Tauxolouve in your bedroom, it matched the feeling of a shipwrecked witnessing the shore in the far off horizon after days.

"What's wro-"

You threw yourself into his arms before he could finish. You sobbed and wailed into his caramel scent, as he softly wrapped his warm arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly. "I'm so... So glad—glad you're here...!" You managed to utter between sobs and hiccups, your shoulders jerking.

"I'm not leaving. Take your time and tell me when you feel ready. Alright?"

You nodded and your hold around him tightened, his hold on you mimicking yours.

His hands readjusted their position against your trembling body and picked you up, so you could wrap your legs around his waist and he brought you to the bed. He placed you down on it and sat beside you, without separating from you even for a second. He rocked you gently in his arm, his big and warm palm stroking your hair, as he pressed heartfelt kisses against your forehead.

You cried and cried until you had no more tears left and your chest was rising and falling rapidly, begging for more oxygen.

Tauxolouve noticed your frantic panting and worried for your wellbeing. "Angel, I know it's difficult, but you gotta tame your breathing." He spoke in a low voice so he wouldn't intimidate you. He wasn't mad, just worried and he wanted to show that to you in any way he could. "Follow my breaths. Please..." He took in a deep breath and you followed.

And then he let it go. Slowly.

He then breathed in again.

And exhaled. Slowly...

You two repeated the same pattern for some time and he smiled loving down at you, when your breathing returned to normal. "That's it. You're doing wonderful. You're wonderful."

Hearing him say that striked a cord in you and your eyes watered once more. "Tauxolouve... Something really bad happened..."

"I'm here to listen if you want me to." He said and fell quiet afterwards, leaving room big enough for your wounds to cry out.

"My dad scolded me and said he would have been happy if I wasn't born. He says I am a disgrace. I am not very good at maths and I want to study arts which made him angry." You said and finished just in time, before your voice started to crack really badly and you started crying again.

Tauxolouve's heart ached for you and anger boiled in him at your dad. You didn't deserve such words.

He pulled your head closer, having it rest on his chest and opened his mouth to speak. "Listen... First of all, being or not being good at math won't determine your future. And arts is a beautiful career path. Unfortunately your father can't see that, but remember one thing. No one can strip you off the future you desire. So even if he yells and gets angry about it, you know better than him what will make you happy and he can't take that away from you."

Throughout his whole speech, the vibrations emanating from his sternum helped to calm you down at least a little. "And as for that horrible comment he made about your birth... I really don't know how one can be such a terrible human. You're not a disgrace, he is. A father should encourage his child to be happy no matter what. But please... Please! Know that what he said is not true! I am happy you exist and many other people are happy as well. And in the future, many people will be happy too. Your birth is a blessing to this world and I wouldn't exchange it for anything in this world!"

He spoke with passion and his heart wrote the words. He meant every single one of them. "At the mere thought of a life without you... It's so scary, so depressing... So empty... This man is so ridiculous and horrible, that his opinions don't matter, he doesn't have anything worthwhile to him, while you're such a wonderful person. His words don't define you!" He squeezed you even tighter in his arms and you felt your broken pieces sticking back together. "You're wonderful, you're talented, you're smart, your heart is beautiful and your soul the kindest in this world. And I'm sorry he can't see it. But I can. And I believe in you, because you're strong and amazing and you will achieve your dreams. Sometimes people don't believe in us, but that doesn't change our powers. Your father's words are just words on sand. If waves wash over them, they're gone. That's how meaningless they are."

The sounds of his heartbeat mixing with the vibrations of his voice and his heartfelt love did wonders to your tired heart and your eyelids closed, but you didn't sleep. You rested your eyes and basket in the intoxicating scent surrounding you.

"You can sleep. I'll be here when you wake up and I won't stop holding you." He whispered.

"Promise?" You whispered back.

"Yes, my angel. And I'll give you the best dreams."

A faint smile formed on your lips and you nuzzled closer against him. After some time, your exhaustion pulled you down into depths of sleepiness and just as your senses began to fade away, you could hear Tauxolouve's sweet voice.

"Thank you for existing. I'm thankful every day and not just me. There are people who love you a lot. I love you so much, my little lady."

Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?

Hi. May i request a period comfort fic with Karno and reader? Thank you💕💕💕💕

"How do you feel?"

Genre: fluff/comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: I really really hope you'll like this, sweetie!!💖💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺🥺 Also, I think Karno can cook??¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͠⁠°⁠ ͟⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠°͠⁠ ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I remember Huedhaut calling him a husband material somewhere in his stories because of that. I think it was because of that at least. I hope you'll enjoy this, my love!!🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

The first thing that greeted you as you emerged from your slumber was a scent so delicious it smelt like home. A variety of noises came from the kitchen, along with the scent, which had you fully awake.

You sat up and your eyebrows furrowed at the slight feeling of pain and you fretted it would get worse.

The seconds passed and curiousity peeked its head in you. Who was in the kitchen? And what smelt so good?

You slipped out of bed, patting down your messy hair with your hand and slowly stepping out of your bedroom.

Following the scent, you made your way to your kitchen, the sunlight falling brightly in the form of golden ribbons on your skin. And in the middle of the room, with an outline of heavenly glow stood a man you didn't expect to be here, looming over a steaming pot.

Hearing you enter the kitchen, he turned to face you, the morning light swirling within his warm irises, bringing pleasant tingles to your stomach. "Good morning. How do you feel?" His voice was gentle and welcomed your own into a sweet duet.

"The pain is not too intense, but I'm assuming it'll get intense later during the day." You answered, coughing to clear your throat at the end of your sentence.

Karno spared the pot a glance and then looked back at you, smiling sweetly. "Have a seat, the food is ready."

Your eyebrows rose and your eyelashes stood up. "I didn't know you could cook."

He chuckled softly. "It's one of my hidden qualities."

Sitting down by the table, Karno filled up a plate for you and brought it to you on the table. Staring down at it, you were quite impressed. "When did you learn how to cook?" You asked.

"I managed to get my hands on a few cooking books and... Well, I had some—or a lot of failed attempts at first." He spoke as he dragged a chair close to you and picked up a fork, stabbing some of the food with it and bringing it to your lips. "Here. Let me feed you."

His consideration had helped you forget about your discomfort for some time, a gentle smile spreading across your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing your boyfriend to feed you and the warmth seemed to be spreading across and filling up not just your body, but your soul as well. "It tastes great!"

"Thank you. I didn't add spice this time."

"You don't know how thankful I am." You said, laughing at his pouting expression.

"No one appreciates my spices." He sighed.

"So tell me, what happened with your first attempts at cooking?" You asked, eating more of his homemade food.

He remained silent for a while, his brown eyes casted to the side.

"Karno?"

"Well..." He prepared another bite for you. "They... Didn't like all that spice."

You bursted out laughing at that, teasing him. "I told you! Your spices are a safety hazard."

"(Name)..." He sighed, but laughed along, your own laugh and grin contagious. "I heard you were not feeling too good, so I finished work as soon as possible and rushed here before you could wake up."

"Thank you so much." You reached for his hand on top of the table and gave it a squeeze, his heart racing happily at the sensation of your skin touching his. "Are you going to stay longer?"

He nodded. "Yes. I took the entire day off." His free hand reached for your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in to press kisses to your temple.

A grin bigger than before stretched out across your face. "Then... Can we watch a series?"

"Sure, my Ophelia." He kissed your lips softly, his big hand still caressing your hair. Pulling away his nose brushed yours in an Eskimo kiss and you giggled at that, the apples of your cheeks reddening from all the smiles and the racing of your heartbeat.

Once you were done with your meal, Karno got up and left the plate in the sink, before returning to your side. "Allow me, princess." He said with a charming smile that you found incredibly precious.

"Allow you what—Oh!" You couldn't maintain your surprised, when he slid a hand behind your back and the other behind your knees, picking you up like a bride. "You don't have to go that far." You said, burying your rosy face in his shoulder, a little embarrassed he was holding you this way, but undeniably pleased.

"I like spoiling you though." Karno kissed the side of your head and you let him take you to the bedroom.

He placed you down on the bed, before snapping his fingers, creating big white pillows.

"They're so soft." You commented upon one touch, your hand sinking in them.

"I'm glad you think so." Karno placed them all around you and brought you your laptop, before joining you beneath the covers as well.

You snuggled against him, his warmth enveloping you and his cinnamon scent soothing your tense nerves. And soon enough, you had forgotten about your pain.