Hello. I Am That Anon Who Requested The Tauxolouve Smut Fic.

Hello. I am that anon who requested the Tauxolouve smut fic.

Can you write some angst for Tauxolouve x goddess reader?

Like the Goddess reader moves on are falls in love with other god but Tauxolouve still has feelings for her.

"New"

Genre: angst

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm not sure if you wanted a part 3 of Sweet Inexperience or a standalone........ So I just went with the standalone, because the other option broke me to pieces, so... Yeah. That's a separate fic. (I'm sorry if that's not satisfying 😭)

Spotting you from across the gardens, Tauxolouve's footsteps altered direction and he moved up to you.

Your dress hugged your body beautifully, in a way so ethereal, even when you turned away from him, motioning to a man with a movement of your hands.

"Pleasant surprise to see my little lady here." Tauxolouve addressed you, with a smile so charming, your heart clenched.

"Yeah, I was..." You laced your fingers and held your knotted hands before your crotch. "Taking a walk."

"Well, can I join you?" He proposed and the hope that flickering in his irises was too beautiful. Too heartfelt. So heartfelt, your shoulders stiffened.

"Sure." You answered, your tone not matching his bright one at all.

"Good, let me take you somewhere then." He said, walking off and you followed, stopping only to steal a glance at the eyes of a god peeking at the two of you from behind the tall bushes with the roses.

You felt guit enveloping your heart, but it would be worse if you didn't tell him. He deserved to know you moved on and your feelings changed.

Another god had captured your heart. You had fallen for his reserved charm, his shyness and were touched at the pure admiration he harboured for you. He just never came out with it, because he believed he stood no chance before the god of sagittarius.

Determined to end it all with him, you followed Tauxolouve, your eyes upon his strong back, that would always hide you and protect you when you needed it, but still not making you feel weak or fragile or that you couldn't fight your own battles.

Your stroll was a silent one and you couldn't quiet down the aching of your soul. Inspecting his profile made you feel so hurt, that tears swelled up in your eyes. You made a halt in your steps and wiped away the blurriness in your eyes, the tears wetting your knuckles.

"What's the matter, little lady?" Tauxolouve's eyebrows were furrowed as he rubbed his warm palms up and down your arms. "What's wrong...?" He asked gently, giving you time to gather your thoughts.

"Tauxolouve..." You sobbed, looking up at him through wet and salty eyelashes. "I'm so sorry...!" You hiccuped and buried your face in your hands, no longer bearing to face him, with the same face he kissed, loved and admired.

"What are you apologizing for?" He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, but you pulled back so suddenly, his breathing hitched.

"Tauxolouve..." You inhaled deeply and your sorrowful eyes casted upon him, with guilt drowning in your watery irises. "I'm so sorry... I can't date you anymore..."

His mouth dried and his heart pounded loudly. "You can't... Why...?!" He swallowed and his Adam's apple moved visibly. "Did I do something wro-"

"No! Please, don't blame yourself!" You hurried to stop him, pain stabbing your heart from every angle at his hurt expression. "I just... I moved on..." The tone of your voice fell significantly and you lowered your head in shame. "I'm so sorry..."

Tauxolouve remained in silence, his lips locking in one place, tightly against each other.

Looking up, his gorgeous slanted eyes had turned into sparkling rivers, heartbreak tumbled out of his every word. "I see..." He chuckled airily in self deprecation. "I... I can't hold you by my side against your will." His lower lip trembled and he bit down on it, blinking away the tears. "You've found someone new, haven't you?"

You nodded wordlessly.

His breaths were shaky and he pursed his lips together into a devastating smile. Even if it hurt him and killed him, his love was the most imposing feeling, even now. He wanted you to be happy and if you needed him out of your life for it... Then so be it... "He better make you happy." He said, a single tear streaming down his cheekbone. "And if he doesn't, make sure to not compromise with someone like him."

With your hands clasped together, you straighten your back, staring him straight in the eye. "I'll make sure of it. And... I'm sorry..." You said quietly, whipped some remaining tears away.

"No need to apologise, little lady." At the uttering of that pet name, his composure grew more unsteady and he barely held himself back from collapsing to his knees.

"Can you... Not call me that, please?"

"Oh, yes." His shoulders stiffened, his teeth close to drawing blood from his lip. "I'm sorry... (Name). It won't happen again."

Seeing you walk away from him was when he allowed his shoulders to tremble and his facial expression broke. He cried, until he believed he had dried and his tongue tasted the blood of his bottom lip. Looking at the spot beside him, now empty, there was only one heartfelt thought ruling. "I hope you have a good life."

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."

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.

Hi(^3^)/ I was wondering if you could write a story where mc meets Tauxolouve during a royal ball? Please add a bitter sweet ending. Thank you 💗

SCM- Department of Wishes

Tauxolouve ♐ - Together For A Day

A/N: Thank you for requesting anon.💓 This is my first ever Tauxolouve fic, so please have mercy on my poor soul.🥺 I hope you enjoy reading this. ❤

You found yourself standing on the balcony. The moon shore brightly, illuminating the forest below. The cold wind brought shivers down your spine.

In this otherworldly atmosphere, your thoughts wandered through the meticulously tended gardens of the palace, before serenely descending into the captivating depths of the encompassing woodland. Nevertheless, the tranquility of your mind was abruptly disrupted by the delicate resonance of a refined yet resolute voice, gracefully guiding you back to the present moment.

" May I humbly inquire about the motive behind your isolation amidst these captivating surroundings?" The gentle articulation of this inquiry was directed towards you.

" I came here to get some fresh air." you answered.

" Then, i hope you do not mind me being here?"

A youthful gentleman gracefully approached, his presence exuding both strength and gentleness, as he stood beside you.

" I do not." you said. " What is your name? " you asked as your eyes wandered off into the forest.

" Tauxolouve." he answered. " ( Name)" you offered your name in return. " Why weren't you dancing? Do you not like to dance? " he asked; his voice laced with genuine curiosity.

" I do. I just don't know anyone around here." you replied in a quiet voice, not willing to spare any more details.

" I see "

" Will you dance with me? ", he asked, extending his hand towards you, " I can be your friend, if you want? " he added with a smile.

His eyes held neither arrogance nor malice.

After some consideration you placed your hand in his and entered the ball room.

The talented musicians filled your heart with warmth and joy through their beautiful melodies, while numerous elegant couples gracefully glided across the dance floor, capturing your gaze. You exchanged a smile with Tauxolouve, who mirrored your gentle expression. Taking the lead, the two of you danced in perfect harmony with the rest of the couples, never separating from each other's presence.

The minutes flew by swiftly, without either of you realizing. He relished the time spent with you, and you also grew to appreciate his presence. The ordinary evening turned into a delightful one.

The melodies produced by the violins, harps, and pianos altered, resulting in the conclusion of that particular song.

The moon had risen high in the sky at midnight, and a sense of dread began to overwhelm you, compelling you to depart. Your face showed uneasiness, causing Tauxolouve, who had been closely studying your shifting expressions, to hesitate. He comprehended your feelings of despair.

" ( Name )", he said; his voice coming out as a wishper. " Will i ever see you again? " his eyes were solemn, there was a longing in his heart. " I don't know", you wishpered. You could no longer hold his gaze; those gentle brown eyes held a sadness which was unbearable to look upon.

Time was running out, you had to hurry. " Farewell my friend. " He held you hands one last time, softly placing a kiss on your knuckles. You put aside those forlone thoughts and met his gaze one last time. He put on his best smile, as if to say, he was grateful to have met you.

" Farewell." you said.

The door opened and you quickly slipped out.

This is for the people who didn’t party in their teens and twenties. For the people who didn’t have that “coming of age” movie experience with shenanigans and revelations. This is for the people who mostly keep to themselves. Who maybe prefer things to be quieter and gentler. This is for the people who don’t feel like they belong in a culture that values loud parties and flashing lights. I see you. And you are valid.

SCM - Department of Wishes

Karno ♋ - Where are you? ❄

A/N: Please excuse the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. I do not know, why i have written this and for whom.

She was sitting in front of the computer screen. Her mind was filled with a web of emotions. A dull ache filling her heart. All the pain, all the tears have been useless. She has been useless. Wasting her time on something which didn't interest her.

Her father was sitting next to her. His lips pressed tightly together. His eyebrows furrowed. He kept staring at the screen as if that will change the numbers. Somehow that will change the E grade to a D or perhaps in his mind he wanted an A.

He glared at her; his glasses making his eyes look angrier. Nobody spoke a word for a few minutes. She knew what was coming; she braced herself.

" I never thought, your marks would be so poor, ( NAME)." the anger evident in his voice. For a moment it felt like he was about to say something else but he stopped. Her mother called her. " How much marks did you get?" she asked as gently as she could. " I failed in one subject. I need to retake that subject." she couldn't look her in the eyes; her head hanging low.

Her mother sighed, " When is that exam taking place?"

" I don't know i will ask Mr. ( teacher's name ). " she replied.

Her father was still gazing at the screen, his eyes focused on that E grade. His hands clenched in a fist.

She called her teacher on the phone and informed him about the whole situation. He sounded like he was in pain. " ( Name ), i am sorry this has happened. Don't worry, you will do better in the upcoming exam. "

" Sir, is everything alright? " she asked.

He was a silent for a few seconds. " Today is probably one of the worst days of my life. My wife was on her way to work. She suddenly collapsed; one of her co-workers had admitted her to the hospital. They are saying it seemed like she had a stroke. I still haven't seen her yet." he said.

The tears which she held back suddenly overflowed, her voice started to crack. " I am sorry sir. Please take care of her. I will call you later. " saying that, she quickly ended the phone call.

She looked at the clock which showed 6 pm. The sun was setting. Her father was sitting beside her mother. He was speaking loudly, he was telling her, "These are the moments where i wish she wasn't born. She is useless. PATHETIC!"

Her mother was looking at her hands on her lap. She didn't reply.

Her teacher called her father on the phone. She could hear him say things like, " I am sure she is doing this deliberately. Failing because she wants to fail. I am not going to spend any more money on her education, anymore. " saying that he ended the phone call and slammed the phone on the table.

"(Name), come here! " he said.

She quickly closed her books and went there. He scolded her. The ache in her chest gaining momentum. Her mother gestured her to go and study.

She started studying, while tears were flowing down her face, wetting her clothes. Perhaps she has never felt this kind of fear before. The uncertainty brought more tears to her eyes. Some tear drops rolled on to her lips.

The night falls, she is studying, dried tear stains on her face, puffy eyes, her hands shaking, her voice cracks every now and then. Her parents are watching TV in the other room. She was trying her best to ignore his words. Trying so hard to stay composed.

They ate dinner in silence.

She went to her room. The window was open. However, Karno made the decision to knock, making her aware of his presence. She embraced him as soon as he entered her room. His soft sandalwood scent calmed her a bit. They stayed in each others embrace for a few minutes.

His mind was flooded with questions as he saw her puffy eyes and pale face. She took his hand and lead him to the bed.

They were lying on the bed, their eyes focused on the ceiling. Her left hand placed on top of his right hand. She broke the silence by saying, " I failed in one subject. I need to retake it." a sigh escaped her lips. Karno was aware of what must have occurred.

" Don't pay too much attention to what he says. Focus on your studies. You will get out of this mess." he said. His voice as gentle as a cool breeze.

She moved closer to him and turned on her side. " I, ... can you hold me, please?"

Karno held her as softly as he could. " This is just a bad dream, sweetie. Tomorrow you will wake up with new found strength."

" I hate this, all of this. The worst thing is i disappointed mom. She has always been there for me, supported me. Now there is nothing more that i can say or do that will change this." the words came out like a mumble.

" It would be wrong for me to say, that i know what you are going through. But nobody can change the past. We can only work in the present and look forward to the future." he paused and took a deep breath.

"None of this is permanent, (name). Neither pain nor sorrow, neither happiness nor joy." He added before kissing her gently on the forehead.

" You have to go to school tomorrow. You should get some rest." The tone of his voice was pleading, urging her to look at the future and have faith in herself. She nodded her head and closed her eyes.

" Everything will turn out alright. " was the last thing she heard before sleep took over her.

A/N: Thank you.