Hi(^3^)/ I Was Wondering If You Could Write A Story Where Mc Meets Tauxolouve During A Royal Ball? Please

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 💗

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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.

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.

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A fic where we are cuddling with Tauxolouve and slowly fall asleep, while he softy sings a lullaby. Thank you.

"Sing for me?"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I was so so calm while writing this, I hope it'll calm you down as well, sweetie❤️ Also, I finished the fic and then did my brain decide to entertain itself with the question: "Does Tauxolouve's bed actually have a canopy or did you just mix it up with Leon's?" And all due compassion for my poor nerves ("pride and prejudice" reference) it does indeed have a canopy. Enjoy, love!❤️❤️

The gentle summer breeze slipped into the room through the opened windows in Tauxolouve's room, blowing between the canopy curtains and making them sway gently, casting curves of shadows and light by the lit up candles surrounding you.

Tauxolouve laid on his back and you on top of him on your stomach, your cheek resting on his chest.

A thin blanket was draped over your joined bodies, cutting through the coolness of the wind and balancing the temperature.

Tauxolouve kept a hand wrapped around your waist and he used his free one to rub your back slowly, the softness of his touch lulling your eyelids to grow heavy.

"Tauxy..." You murmured, half in a daze between Hypnos's silky veil and your boyfriend's caramel scent.

"You can sleep." He spoke quietly, his eyes narrowing endearingly at you. "You deserve it."

"I do?" You asked in a breathy whisper, feeling your body growing lethargic in his arms.

"Yes." He responded with honesty, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm so proud of you."

You smiled sleepily at his words, your body curling a little more within his comforting and safe warmth, your face nuzzled against his shirt and your fingers curling around the fabric, as if wanting to grab onto reality and consciousness a little longer just to soak up in his presence. "Hey, Tauxy...?"

He hummed in response, letting you know he was listening closely.

"Will you sing for me?"

Your question made his eyebrows rise for a split second, before he composed himself again. "I don't know if I have a good enough singing voice though. But okay..."

Silence ruled for a while, the soft breeze barely ruffling the leaves of the trees outside and behind your fallen eyelids, shades of orange trembled faintly, shyly.

Tauxolouve took in a breath and began humming. The vibrations emanating from his chest bringing a small smile to your lips as you felt every single one of them. His lips parted and the softest sound possible came out. The notes sounded sewed with the finest fabric, the strings attaching them out of fine gold, invisible to the eye, but blinding to the soul. He sang in breathy whispers, his words slightly higher in volume, but just enough so you could hear them without disturbing you as your consciousness slipped away from you.

You felt your fingers weakening around his shirt and slipping away, but the last sense of present remaining in you ushered you to hold on again, readjusting your grip.

Tauxolouve covered your hand with his and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

All you could do at this point was nod as the faint orange of the candlelight faded more and more, as if you were being dragged away from them and led outside into the night. You were actually not moved at all though and you could tell by the warmth of Tauxolouve's body that never parted from yours.

Tauxolouve continued his lullaby, only shifting slightly, so his chin was resting on top of your head, his melodic voice sounding as if coming from your heart. His vocal cords and heart cooperated, the latter picking every word coming out of his lips and then the first twisting sweetly and smoothly, drawing out note after note in a rhythm you doubted you could find anywhere else, aside from his sternum and chest.