Um... Could I Maybe Request A Hudehaut X Reader Comfort Fic Where Reader Is Trying To Deal With The Knowledge

Um... could I maybe request a Hudehaut x Reader comfort fic where reader is trying to deal with the knowledge their mother is dying?

"Mother"

Genre: comfort

Warnings: mentions of death of a family member

A/N: Hello, love.💓💓 I wasn't sure if you meant natural death (as in the reader is thinking of what will come to pass) or due to something like an illness, so I made it more open. If you think I didn't portray it well, please, let me know and I promise to rewrite it to the best of my abilities. I love you.💗💗

The door to Huedhaut's room opened and he greeted you with a smile. "Come on in."

You tried to feign a smile, but the only thing you managed was for your lips to form a straight line as you nodded, acknowledging his presence. "Hey..."

He stepped aside, welcoming you into his room and he inspected you suspiciously as you paased him by.

Turning to face him, you were met with his serious expression. "What is it?" It was pointless to believe he wouldn't catch onto what was going on. Huedhaut knew you better than he knew himself.

"I'm finishing up with some documents and you have my attention, alright?"

You nodded. "Alright." You sat down at the foot of the bed and Huedhaut left a sweet caress on your hair, before moving to his desk.

As he picked up his quill, your eyes wandered to the floor and remained there, your mind frozen in a cold hell. You knew Huedhaut well to know he must've been giving you time to collect your thoughts and you were glad he was so perceptive. Your feet led you here, because your heart couldn't bear to be alone right now.

A hand touched your shoulder softly and pulled you out of the realm of your thoughts, which had become a skein of aching and denial. "Will you tell me what's bothering you?"

Looking deeply into his sapphire eyes, you swallowed thickly. "Hue..." Your vision blurred and when you blinked to clear it, cool tears streamed down your cheeks. "I really don't want to be alone right now..."

"You don't have to be alone." He took a seat beside you and wrapped a hand around your back, pulling you close, so you were resting your temple on his shoulder. "You know you can always talk to me."

"I know. But it's hard to put into words." Your voice kept breaking more and more as you spoke. "When I say it aloud, it becomes even more real... Too real."

Huedhaut gave your body a squeeze and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, remaining silent, so you could speak whenever you wanted to.

You sucked in a deep breath and spared yourself from the suffering of holding it inside you for too long. "My mom is dying." You finally managed to utter.

Huedhaut's hold on you was firm. He breathed in deeply and waited your next words.

"She's dying and I cannot stop it. I'm gonna have to part with her." Your breath hitched, as sobs came forth, the tears thick as they covered your face. "It hurts so much and I can't stop it!"

Huedhaut turned you around and hugged you tightly, your cries muffled by his chest and your tears staining his uniform. "I'm so sorry..." He whispered, truly devastated to hear that. Gods didn't view life and death quite the same as humans, but Huedhaut understood... He understood your heart with all the happinesses and the sorrows it came with. "I'm terribly sorry..."

Your fingers curled, gripping the back of his snowy white jacket tightly, desperate for some sense of comfort you didn't seem to be able to find. You wished you could get lost within his scent and never face the real world again. Alas, that was a wish he could not grant. "I don't want this day to come, ever. But I know it's not up to me. I feel so hopeless..."

Huedhaut's fingers slipped into your hair and began combing through them, gently untangling all of the painful knots formed there. "I know it hurts. Loosing someone you love so deeply... But unfortunately that's a path humans must take. It's going to hurt, but you'll get through it. I promise you that."

"I don't think I will. How will I manage without her in my life?!" You cried, your sobs getting louder and messing with your speech.

"It's how it works. You'll never stop loving her and you will miss her, but I promise you with everything that I am... This unbearable pain will not crash you forever." He said, speaking softly as he rubbed your back to sooth you, his heart breaking as he felt you shaking in his arms. "Humans are born... But then they die... It's natural and it will happen to everyone. Just... Try and think that, your mother will not suffer where she'll go. She'll be in peace. It's those left behind that must bear the loss, but... Life will find it's rightful path again. Everyone and everything will heal one day."

"But what until then...?!" You asked, choking out the words through the tears covering your face and painting a heartbreaking picture out of your features.

"Until then, you'll have me, your friends and everyone else who loves you." He said, kissing your head softly. "You'll never be alone in this. That's another promise I'm making and I will keep."

"Hue..." You breathed.

"Deep breaths now... Let me hold you."

He finally found some peace! 😭💖 The writing is wonderful as always! 🥺✨✨

"One dance" part 2

Genre: angst/romance

Warnings: none

A/N: Your outline was perfect, hun, don't put your self down💖💖 I wanna kick Tumblr so badly😚👏✨ Because I was half done formatting it and I put it as a draft to continue later and for SOME reason, it decided to NOT LET ME EDIT IT, SO I HAD TO DELETE IT AND REDO IT! AND THE ASK GOT DELETED TOO, THANK GOD I HAD A SCREENSHOT!😃🔪 ANYWAYYYY, ENJOY!!💕💕

The sharp end of his quill dug into the yellowish paper and formed dark lines and curves, along with circles. When the letters faded, he moved the quill away from it, dipping it back into the pot filled with ink as dark as the nightly terrors that plagued one’s mind. He turned towards his paper again, but his hand froze, his mind hushing all thoughts except one…

How beautiful you were.

Your eyes shone with millions of sparks, the stars in them dancing as elegantly as you moved and your gorgeous hair swayed around your face, a deserving frame of your beautiful features.

The blood fell from his face though, rushing to his stomach and dropping along with it. Ink was dripping from the tip of his quill onto his paper, but he didn’t care, he didn’t even notice.

A god was following you and Tauxolouve knew him. They’ve never spoken, but he knew he was the same age as the two of you, his face admittedly handsome and his body pleasant to look at. Yet he never imaged he’d see you with your arm linked in his, grinning and whispering amongst yourselves.

The library was quiet, Tauxolouve’s strained breaths and rapid heartbeats the loudest thing he was aware of. His fingers grew limb, his quill falling and rolling across the paper with a tap against the wooden table, causing a crack to ruin the flawless surface of the library’s silence.

At the sound, your eyes flitted to him and the corners of your lips, that brightened up your face so beautifully just a moment ago fell, your eyebrows lowering and eyes losing their spark, the stars in them dull.

The young god beside you turned to you, speaking words Tauxolouve couldn’t identify because of the distance separating you, but his eyebrows curled in worry, the look in his face proving concern.

Tauxolouve’s mouth dried. If it was his decision alone, he’d run up to you and hold you in his arms. He’d tell you how sorry he was and how much he craved for your eyes to be on him, your hand in his and your sweet scent to stain his clothes. He’d confess of the nights he’s laid on the grass and dreamt of you as he admired the countless stars that adorned the sky. He’d even tell you of the times your lips enticed him to kiss them, to trace them with his thumb. Anything, so long as you’d forgive him. As long as you’d be his and he’d be yours.

Your heels smacked the floor lightly, but he could hear your hurry in them and depict it in your manners. Such as the clumsy way you grabbed the young god’s hand and reasoned with him to leave with you.

Tauxolouve’s jaw clenched and he pursed his lips together. The way this god looked at you was the same way he’s always dreamt of openly looking at you. And the way you smiled… His heart tightened in his chest and his eyes fell to the black ink smeared across the yellowish paper, ruining his neat handwriting.

The way you smiled at him was the same way you had smiled at him that night at the ball, a few months back, when guilt wasn’t staining his mind and even though his days were dipped in melancholic foreboding and he watched silently as the things he loved faded and got covered in dust by the lack of use… At least he hadn’t hurt you. At least the sight of him didn’t cause your smile to die.

By the time Tauxolouve finished his school assignments, the moon had exiled the sun from the sky, stealing the throne it rightfully deserved and offering the night sky the silver jewels it made by itself, while it was waiting for the sun to stop being selfish and blinding.

His head was empty. The only thing he could feel was a painful aching coming from his heart and filling his chest with blades that hurt him with each breath. Stepping out into the night breeze, he walked slowly, allowing the cool air to pass through his dark hair, hopping to blow away his heartbreak too, but unfortunately that is not how it works. The laws of love and loss were not determined by the wind. That’s why it wasn’t flitting and remained like a scar, reminding you for a long time of every heartbreak or every racing of the heart.

Love had the potential to feel like flowers blooming, their petals tickling one’s stomach, but also like lightning striking you and killing you.

He heard talking, words tied together like music notes across a staff and upon turning his head, his lips parted, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he remained there, staring at a painting that made his eyes bleed and his heart stop.

The young god was smiling down at you tenderly, his eyes soft and your back was facing Tauxolouve, who longed to be the man holding you right now. “Good night.” He said and leant in, his eyes closing.

Tauxolouve’s heart jolted and before it could leap out of his throat, he moved to leave. He would’ve had… Had you not stopped the young god.

Your pretty hand touched his chest and he opened his eyes again, staring at you in subtle curiosity. “I’m not ready.” You said, denying his lips.

“Alright.” He nodded, his hands slipping away from your waist slowly. “Good night.”

“Good night.” You turned away from the young god, only for the step you were about to take to vanish, your foot staying in place. Your eyes found Tauxolouve’s and you stared at him wordlessly, a lump in you throat as your mind was kept prisoner to his presence.

“How have you been?” Tauxolouve asked, hesitantly taking a step closer to you, relieved to see you weren’t pulling away.

You swallowed thickly and forced your gaze away from his. “Good, thank you.” You straightened your back, still not daring to look back at him, knowing full well you’d never be able to say the next words if you did. “I hope you’ve been well too. Good night.”

“Wait!” He called out, his hand reaching out for you, but stopping just before he could touch you, assuming you wouldn’t want that.

You turned to him sharply, your face not stern, but still guarded. “It’s late. I want to go home.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But…” He breathed in deeply and fisted his hands by either side of his hips. “I need to tell you something.” He paused, staring like a desperate man into your eyes and perhaps, that’s what he was. A desperate man. Desperate for no one else, but you. “That night, when you confessed at the ball…” He began, seeing as you were listening to him, although your body was slightly turned away from him. “I denied you, but please. Please, allow me to take it back…!”

“What are you asking of me?” You asked, your heart racing and it hurt you deeply. It shouldn’t be racing like this. You had moved on… Or so you thought. Regardless, you had to keep yourself together.

“I’m asking if you’d want to try this with me. Be together, I mean.” He didn’t know what he was doing. He swore he’d push them all away, so he wouldn’t have anyone to lose, yet here he was, blinded by love and pain and going against his better judgment.

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, your body facing him fully. Your heart ushered you to accept, yet your mind advised you to deny. You promised yourself a new start after all. And you had someone who loved you and treated you well. It was wrong for you to yearn for Tauxolouve still. “Like you said back then… It won’t last. After two weeks, everything will fade away. After one dance all of this will be nothing, but another experience in your list of lovers. I will be yet another meaningless name among the many. That’s not what I want.”

The cracks across Tauxolouve’s heart spread more and more, until the bloody carves connected and his heart fell apart, blood no longer flowing in his veins, as he listened to you, answering him honestly about a lie.

“Being another goddess is not what I want.” You said, hurting inside, but you steeled yourself and turned your back to him. “I want to be someone who lasts. I want a love that’s deep and strong, not something that’s disposable and useless after two weeks. I’m sorry, but our goals just don’t align…” And then you fled, your feet moving quickly away from him, so he wouldn’t see the tears you could no longer hold within your ribcage.

Tauxolouve’s head hang low, his gaze unfocused on the ground as his eyes blurred. He hated himself. He hated his fate. He hated not being able to cherish the one he loves. And he hated how there was no one here to grant his wish.

“I wish you understood…” He muttered, a broken whisper lost in wind.

That night, you sat outside at the balcony of your house, your arms folded onto the table and your face buried in them. Usually you’d stare up at the stars, but you didn’t dare to anymore. Their silver glory reminded you of all the dreams you’d craft.

You’d dream of him and his caramel scent wrapping around you, as he’d hug you close. You craved to nuzzle your nose into his chest, or rest your temple onto his shoulder and stargaze with him.

But you forced yourself to get rid of those dreams now… Thus, you avoided the sight of the stars, your mind not obeying your wishes, or the fact that you were with someone else right now.

You closed your eyes, trying to part your senses with everything around you, blocking away the reality and your surroundings, so you could fade into darkness. And apparently, it worked a little too well. Your muscles relaxed and your breathing slowed down, your eyelashes resting on your cheeks, as your mind drifted away.

Humans would often say the laws of the universe are unpredictable. No one really knows what life has for them next. Gods, on the other hand, never question such things. They’re connected to the universe, pulling the strings of humans’ fates, be it through reforming them or rewarding them.

Yet what they didn’t know… Was that a god’s wish could be granted ever so often.

Your mind molded a lake, its waters crystalline, though when you peered into them, your reflection was not present. You looked around you, your brows furrowing at how vivid and real the dream felt.

A statue of a god came into view and casting your eyes lower, a god in his teenage years stood there, paint brush in hand and his fingers stained in colors. His eyes were dark and gorgeous as the sunlight found home within them and when he stared at you, your breath hitched.

But gazing closer, you noticed his gaze was not quite on you. His eyes were casted far, a peaceful expression across his face. Your mind was hazy… Who was that god…? He looked familiar, but you couldn’t name him, like a place you’ve been in your childhood and is now nothing but a fever dream you’re not even sure if really existed.

Then his face blurred, the image wrinkling like the surface of the lake’s water and you found yourself inspecting the next thing you saw closely. Now, a man was right in front of you, his features helping you connect the previous young god to this one.

In this image, his face was shaped with every aspect of maturity and although he was an adult, you could still tell you knew him.

Something tugged at your heartstrings at the sight of him though. His face was covered in dust, his clothes wrinkled and also dirtied and your throat tightened the more you looked at the distress written all over his beautiful face.

Just as the image began to fade and your world got dipped into endless and bottomless darkness, a tear streamed down your cheek. “He’s dying…!” You choked out.

A big portion of air entered your throat suddenly and your eyes opened widely. You sat up, gazing frantically all around you. For the breathtaking lake, the handsome young god, the beautiful yet sorrowful man that pushed everyone away so he wouldn’t have to part with anything… Yet no one was here, except from you and a single name in your mind. “Tauxolouve…”

Beams of sunlight slipped through the brunches of the trees, adorned with bright green leaves, representing life and purity. And yet, you couldn’t enjoy them like you normally would.

Sitting below the shade of a tall tree with a book in hand, your efforts to ease your mind were proven pointless. Your eyes were on the pages, but your mind was unable to focus or process anything the letters tired to explain.

Early this morning you had broken up with the young god. The guilt was too heavy to bear at this point and the chain attaching you to him snapped, metallic pieces scattering everywhere.

You shut the book and set it on your lap, before you buried your face in your hands. The dreams of a god were never a coincidence. They always meant something and always told the truth.

You heard the sounds of soles wandering down the green path, with the intoxicating scent of the flowers enchanting every sense and muscle. You looked up… “Tauxolouve!” You cried out, with much more volume than you had intended and Tauxolouve halted in his path, staring at you in surprise.

“Yes…?” He asked, hesitantly. His eyes seemed lifeless and his movements sluggish and it hurt you deeply. Those eyes were not the same eyes of the young god from the dream and it only proved how broken he is. It only proved how much pain he has been carrying on his shoulders up until this point.

“I need to speak to you.” You said, lowering your voice again and pursing your lips together after you said that.

He swallowed thickly, expecting only the worst after what he did last night, but he still complied. Could it have been your precious eyes, your lovely voice or perhaps his desire to behold you staring at him? He earnestly didn’t know, but he allowed the desire to overtake him, like a leaf on the waves of a current.

You inhaled deeply and looked up at him with watery irises, which reminded him of gems at the bottom of a marble fountain. “I am so sorry… I… I had no idea…!” You began to speak, yet all your reason crumbled, your vocal cords bending in a manner that gave out a broken sob.

“What are you apologizing for?” He asked, surprised and worried to see you shedding your beautiful tears and words. “You’ve never done a single awful deed.”

“I have.” You insisted, biting down onto your lips in frustration. “I didn’t know… How much you’ve struggled.”

“What are you talking about, little lady?” He asked, working up the courage to cup your face in his hands and wipe your tears away with his thumbs, before more streamed down your cheekbones.

“Tauxolouve…” You breathed, before spreading out your arms and enveloping Tauxolouve’s torso within them. “I did know your true intensions behind anything. I judged you incorrectly and only made your pain worse…” You paused, sucking in a few quick breaths, before continuing. “You pushed me–and everyone else–away so you wouldn’t have to part with anything once you’ll die. I had no idea…”

“How do–“ Tauxolouve’s arms tightened around you. “You need to let go before your boyfriend sees.” He tried to reason and pull away, but you gripped his clothes and kept him there, within your hug.

“I broke up with him. I don’t want to be with him, I never loved him.” Looking up at him, Tauxolouve’s mind hushed and you threw his heart into chaos with your sweet tongue. “I love you. I want to be with you, please don’t push me away.”

Tauxolouve placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling your face into his chest.

“Lou…?” You asked softly, feeling the slight jolt of his body.

“Don’t look, please. Just… Just give me those moments…” He answered, his voice shaky. A cool tear fell onto your forehead and you gave his body a squeeze.

“I love you. Please, allow me to be by your side and ease your pains form now on.”

“(Name)…” He sobbed more clearly now. “Thank you, thank you… I love you.”

Do you sometimes read a fic writer’s work, and just… thank all the gods this person managed to get obsessed with the same fictional people you did?