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mairablue · 19 days ago

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Can i request a second part for Ambar? Where reader and Maedhros meet again in Valinor. Please (*´∀｀)ﾉ

Ambar - Maedhros x reader Part II

Word count: 3.6K

Tags: TW attempted su!c!de, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You finally make it to Valinor, ready to leave everything behind and come to terms with your lover's demise, or so you thought...

Author's note: This one has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time.. It got a little out of hand, but I hope you enjoy it still! You can find Part I here.

Quenya translations:

Ve fanyar - like clouds

Háno - brother

Órava omessë - have mercy on us

Blue was the sky above, blue were the waves beneath.

Blue, a color you had always harbored strong sentiments for. A long time ago, it would have certainly comforted you or brought a smile to your face, even. It would have made you feel safe and guarded, seen and caressed.

But that was a long, long time ago.

A long, long time ago, you would find yourself living in it to one day pass on to become it.

You were leaving the earthly realm now, only not to become the blue you had been hoping for, but instead a faded shade of grey. Be it your ashen face or your limply hanging hair that would only reveal its once vibrant color in direct sunlight, which you avoided at all costs. You saw no benefit in wandering in Laurelin’s light. You were chained to the ocean, chained to the clouds and foaming waves, bound to drink in their lowly saturated shades of grey for all of eternity.

Ve fanyar, was said about your eyes. You had become the one whose pupils were trapped in a persisting dusk, residing in washed out irises which a storm seemed to have passed through centuries ago, and had taken away every inherent light in its rage to replace it with a thick fog concealing any other hint of a differently colored hue that could possibly be shimmering through.

On this long journey, you had caught yourself more times than one, playing with the thought of just diving headfirst into the water, abandoning the surface for good.

It would make a poor replacement for the particular abyss you had consistently been yearning for all these years.

But it had the color of his eyes.

The longer you stared off into the blue, the more it made you indifferent about your past. It was like you had left it ashore with the rest of the world, finally letting it go.

Where this journey would take you, you did not know. Whether you would make it to the Undying Lands without being banned into nothingness, you did not know.

Why you had been so insistent on staying alive all this time, you now realized, you did not know. In the end, it did not matter. It never did.

And yet, you could not lose the tiny speck of hope that had been sound asleep in your heart for centuries. You would have cursed your optimistic nature if it weren’t for your condition. Although it had been in vain for all this time, nothing could ever extinguish it completely, even in your fading.

You remembered how excited you had been about eventually sailing into the West, imagining your arrival in Valinor. But as you stepped off the ship, finally touching down on these magical grounds you had spent your whole life dreaming about, you felt nothing.

The air was cool, but forceful. It seemed to have started to spin a web around you the moment you had set foot on the pier, to steady you in your exhausted state — as if it had a life of its own. Truly, a weight was being lifted off your shoulders, a pair of helping hands placing itself onto them instead. You could not deny how something inside of you began to stir, to come back to its senses, in a way.

To your surprise, your fëa reacted. You did not deem it strong enough to even show a flicker of emotion, never in a million years could you have imagined it. The Divine did not see it fit for it to fade completely, it seemed, because you were starting to sense more than a stir… but rather… warmth?

Your fëa felt. Not only did it feel, but it felt warm. And the more steps you took upon your arrival at the harbor of Valinor, the more it was beginning to fight the dangerous slumber it had been threatening to succumb to since that day.

The area around the pier was crowded. Your first instinct was to find the fastest way out of this suffocating amount of people. At first, you seemed to wander around aimlessly, looking for an opening in the masses, to no avail. You were trapped between families reuniting with their long lost members. Lovers meeting again. Even aquaintances recognizing each other after all these years.

It was odd, witnessing something you had never deemed possible. Not after what you had done and who you had associated yourself with. You had been sure of it, there would be no happy ending for you. It was all just an illusion to make you regret every heinous act you had committed during the sinister age of the Silmarils. Every life you had ruined. Every complicit being you had protected. The kinslayer you had loved. It would only be a matter of time until Eru Ilúvatar noticed your treacherous presence on his holy grounds and banish you into the abyss, once and for all.

You did not know whether it was your paranoid mind playing tricks on you, but you swore you had seen heads turn your way during your crossing of the Western Sea. They would recognize you. Spread the word. After all, you had betrayed them. You had sided with the traitor — left for Beleriand during Valinor’s darkest hour.

But the way you had loved him — still loved him — it was consuming. He was consuming. Each and every part of you and your fëa, he belonged to. And it hurt. After all these years, after everything you had endured, it still hurt. The haven only proved how indesputably dead he was. Dead, gone, never to be seen again. Doomed to never be reborn again. Only you had found your way back to where it had all begun.

Eru, how you wished it was all just a dream. A long torturous dream that you would awaken from any moment, and realize you were still ashore, watching the last fleet of Cirdan’s ships sail toward the horizon to leave you here as the only remains of your kin. Why you had boarded this ship, you did not know.

You had spent centuries wandering the shores in search of his brother, unsuccessfully. Perhaps that was the reason. Perhaps you had realized that you really were all alone, at last. That there was nothing holding you back there.

You had loved consumingly and you were to pay the price. Face the consequences of your reckless behavior.

A long exhale left your mouth as you were brought back to reality when someone brushed past you to embrace yet another cherished being. Like clockwork, a piercing pain shot through your head, urging you to leave this place. With your hands pulling your hooded cape tighter around your shivering frame, you began to look for a clearing again.

Your fëa seemed agitated as ever, keen on leading you out of the haven to safety. This time you did not wander, for it was pulling you through the crowd, like an electric string guiding you forward with a certain sense of direction. You did not question it.

Just as the first skeptical whispers were emerging from around you, you managed to slip away to a secluded shore not far from of the pier, which was hidden away behind steep cliffs. Here, the only audible sound were the seagulls and crashing waves.

Immediately, your feet carried you into the velvety sand, until you were knee-deep in the water, realizing that you were finally facing the East, after all this time.

The tears began to fall when the wind whistled around you. You still found yourself listening for his brother’s voice. How he would sing, cry and plea into the West, hoping his kin would hear. And although you were almost certain that even he had vanished off the earth, you could not bear the thought of him anxiously waiting for someone of his kin to acknowledge his suffering. You were separated for all eternity. Never to wander the same shore again. How cruel of a parallel this was to you, now that you had reached the other side.

It dawned on you that he was the only thing you had really left behind. The only part of your old life that could still be alive out there. Yet another person you had betrayed, at last. The only proof of his existence.

Your heart was beating faster than it ever had in the last century, when you realized. You had nothing to hold on to anymore. He was gone, every last memory you had of him, gone.

But still, you could not let the wind die down without yelling his brother’s name one last time, with all your might.

“Makalaurë!”

The tears were streaming down your cheeks and neck, wetting the collar of the intricately embroidered tunic you were wearing. And the wind howled with you.

“I am here! I hear you, háno!”

Your desperate voice echoed between the cliffs towards the ocean as clouds began to form on the horizon, gradually darkening the sky, and you swore you felt the same sense of impending doom that had infested you when he had decided to leave you behind forever. If Makalaurë would ever hear you, you did not know. But you hoped with all your heavy heart, that the wind would carry your voice to him, wherever he was, to ease his pain. To let him know he had been heard. And along the message you shouted into the sky, that tiny speck of hope still remained, secretly praying for your voice to be heard by more than one. How had it come to this? The once clear sky seemed almost sinister now. When the echo of your voice died down, so did your spark — as if you had sent the remains of your fëa toward the East to deliver your final message. How ironic. You wished it had ended when he had passed. You wished you had cast yourself into the abyss with him. There was no comfort in this final fading, not with the most cruel of lonelinesses plagueing your mind, hindering you to just let go of your earthly existence in peace. It had been Makalaurë who had kept you among the living all this time, this you knew. Perhaps you would have been able to live a somewhat unremarkable life if you had ever found him. In a way, you had been subjected to the same fate — forced to spent an eternity wandering, lamenting the crimes of your past — but you had done so voluntarily, in hopes of reuniting with at least one of your kinsmen, the last one left of the once glorious House of Fëanor. Now that you were no longer able to continue your search for his location, you saw no reason in further keeping this bodily form of yours. Everything was lost to you.

Exhaustion washed over you like the waves caressing your knees, making them weak to the touch, beckoning you to give yourself up to them. The tears were blurring your vision. And the roaring of the untamed ocean breathed a cruel cold inside of you only the Helcaraxë could measure up to. This is it, you thought, this is how it will end. This was how you would cease to exist, succumb to the centuries of suffering, searching, yearning. And Mandos would punish you however he saw fit. Your legs gave in, and the rest of you complied almost instantly. You waded into the ocean, until its cold water rose up to your chest, which was beginning to have a hard time rising and falling. Around you, you felt your cape and tunic start to float in consonance with the water. It must have been a wondrous sight, for the clouds on the horizon decided to pay their last respects. As you lifted your gaze towards them, a single ray of Anar’s light streamed down from above, bathing you in the warmth of Laurelin’s light for one last time. In the face of this striking moment, even Ulmo seemed merciful. The waves came to an eerie standstill and instead let themselves be illuminated from above, painting everything in the most vibrant shade of blue, as far as your eyes could see.

And in the midst of it all, the rivers on your cheeks found themselves merging into the waters of their origin. Into an abyss of their own, which was no fiery chasm, but that serene shade of blue that was beginning to consume you, at last. A blue closest to the eyes that had drawn you in centuries ago. Perhaps it was meant to end this way. You no longer felt bad for forsaking your once colorful existence if it meant you could spent your last waking moments like this. Releasing one last breath you had seemed to be holding in the deepest depths of your soul, you lost the ground under your feet, until you were completely submerged. You were sinking into his beautiful, loving irises, drinking him in, letting him swirl around you softly for as long as you could endure, for as long as it would take to make you become one with him again. And in the end, you did believe his eyes to be the last thing you saw before everything went dark.

In this semi unconscious state, a strong hand suddenly got a hold of your waist, and began to pull you back up towards the surface. You were pressed up against someone who seemed to be trying their hardest to get you back ashore. You could not get your eyes to open nearly enough to identify the source of your disturbance, but before they rolled back, you could have sworn it was-

The roaring of the ocean had ceased almost completely when you heard it. A low, muffled voice, trying to get through. Your limbs felt awfully heavy, as if locked in place, and it was no longer warm. The more you regained consciousness, the colder it seemed to get. The muffled voice grew louder and eventually, your ears cleared up just enough to perceive what was being said to you:

“Órava omessë…”

Praying. Someone was praying.

“I beg of you, Eru…”

You realized that you were no longer floating but laying on your back. A few more moments passed and you could feel a hand touch the crown of your head before caressing your wet cheek rather sloppily — a shaky breath fanned your skin from what you assumed to be the same mouth the hushed prayers had spilled from before.

The voice no longer was a whisper, but instead turned into a desperate string of sobbing and cooing, pleading for you to wake up. “Y/N… melmenya..”

You drew a sharp breath upon hearing your name. The name you thought you would never hear again, for as long as you should live. The name only one person was allowed to bestow upon you, in this lifetime and every one that would follow.

“Stay with me.. I beg you,” With all the strength you had left, you peeled your eyelids open, trying to catch a glimpse of your savior — and the second you did, your heart skipped a beat, you swore it would have stopped beating this instant if it weren’t for who was hovering over you.

Gazing into your eyes was a pair of orbs you knew all too well. Vibrant blue, deep irises with endless turmoils raging inside of them, baring a past full of battles and adventures long ago, a love lost and betrayal of the worst kind. You looked into them and were reminded of everything you had lived, suffered and lost, all over again. Only now, it was alive, right in front of you. His eyes were full of tears swirling around, pooling, and escaping upon your awakening. “Y/N!” he gasped. The frown on his forehead grew deeper and his beautiful face twisted into an expression full of agony and such indescribable sadness.

Unable to keep his composure, he cradled your head in his large hand and buried his face in the crook of your neck, releasing cries he had seemed to have kept locked away in his heart for as long as he could remember. You could not believe it. And yet, instinctively, your arms immediately came to rest around his shaking frame, holding him close as if you had never been separated. With your eyes still open in shock, you took notice of his copper locks spilling all around you, framing your vision field like the fieriest of sunsets. And it began to dawn on you, slowly. It dawned on you when you felt the warmth of his cheek against your neck. It dawned on you when his voice was all you could hear. It dawned on you when his scent crept into your nostrils, and with it every single memory of mornings and nights spent in each other’s embrace. It dawned on you then, that in this very moment, hunched over your rigid body, holding on to you for dear life, was none other than him. Alive. And you cried out. For the first time in centuries, you cried for him, his existence, hisreturn to you. With a grip as strong as iron, swearing to never let go of him again. How you wished it wasn’t a dream. How you prayed you were living this moment and not just imagining it, desperately trying to hold on to any memory you had left of him. His head slowly rose from the crook of your neck, resting his forehead against yours instead, and lovingly rubbing his nose against yours as his tears continued to spill on your face. He was all around you. His love was all around you. His fëa was all around you.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like this, entangled in the sand, but gradually, you caught your breaths until you were able to truly study each other’s faces after all this time apart. His gaze was made up of nothing but devotion and concern, hopelessness and so much worry. You could tell he was just as scared as you were, to suddenly awaken and find himself alone again. You wanted to pinch yourself when your eyes wandered across his copper brow and freckled skin which, in your memory, had been nothing but bright and silky. Now, it seemed almost leathery-looking and somewhat ashy, even. His mouth had stayed like you remembered it; lips full, although now dry and chipped, as well as the graceful curve of his cupid’s bow you would always trace with your index finger most intimately. His cheekbones still sat high as ever, though the sides of his divinely skulpted face now were hollow and telling of malnourishment. The bags under hiseyes spoke for nights filled with endless terrors and no way of finding solace. His nose, straight and strikingly similar to his father’s, still had a small scar stretched over it horizontally from one of the many battles he had fought beside you. Eru, you wanted to capture each and every fiber of his being for eternity. Even in his disheveled, battered and bruised state, you found yourself utterly enchanted, like you had upon first laying your eyes on him ages ago. A single, quivering breath came from between your pale lips when you spoke for the first time.

“Mai…”

His hand slowly came up to your cheek and stroked it with such a feathery touch, brought the tears back into your eyes all over again. No words were exchanged when his lips laid themselves onto yours almost timidly, as if newly making their acquaintance. His kiss was soft and slow, so hauntingly familiar and invigorating, breathing life into you again like you had never felt before. And your hearts began beating in unison at last. You broke apart carefully, silently reminiscing about every memory made with each other, now that you were reunited.

How much time passed, you could not possibly tell. Only when the sky began to darken again and Laurelin made way for Telperion, did you feel the cold of the ocean in your bones again. Sitting up, you let your One hurriedly drape his woolen cape over your trembling shoulders before rising to his feet to assist you getting up. You raised your gaze to take in hisphysique, towering over you like the tallest tree in all of Ëa. And when he extended his scarred hand, you felt it. Warmth emerging from where you heart sat bashfully in your chest, and the tiniest of smiles tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Unbeknownst to why the Valar had decided to let you return to their Undying Lands, all you did know was that you were reunited at last. You could see it in his face, in the spark of hope glimmering now, after everything else had been so dull. You could feel it in your fëa, which seemed to regain more and more of its strength the longer you stared into Maitimo’s eyes. The time had come to face your fates, together now. Taking his hand, you prepared yourself for whatever it was that would come to pass upon leaving the shore. For taking on the responsibility of your actions before Valinor, before Arda, before Ëa — hands clasped tighty together with the intention of never letting go again.

#maedhros x reader #maedhros imagine #jrr tolkien #silmarillion

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mairablue · 19 days ago

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I hope you write more of these. 😊💛💛

Teorus X Desi Reader!

I'm bored and I have the urge to write HCs, so here it is.

This ended up being more Bengali than desi, but oh well.

Teo has a sweet tooth, and loves milk. He absolutely loves it when you make him payesh on his birthday. It becomes his new favourite food. He asks you to make it every week.

You cook mach bhat from time to time, and Teo does not like having to separate all the bones from fish.

He also definitely loves other mishti(sweets) like rosogolla. When you take him to a Bengali wedding for the first time, he finishes a dozen of rosogolla at once. Plus, he downs a load of doi and ice cream after that.

Don't forget alu bhaja. Teo and you devour tons of them every night at dinner.

He finds you talking in Bengali cute and wants to learn it too. :)

He finds it cute even when you argue with him in Bengali. (Don't cuss him too much please.)

Teo loves hearing Bengali songs that you sing, especially those about love.

He definitely doesn't have a crush on Suchitra Sen.

IMAGINE TEO IN A KURTA. I WOULD DIE FOR HIM.

He sees you wearing mehendi, and wants to wear it too.

When you introduce him to your family on both your mother and father's side, he wonders why on earth you have so many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews.

Your parents will definitely love him more than you. You cannot tell me that they wouldn't go "How did such a fine boy end up with this good-for-nothing girl?" :')

He will be so flabbergasted at bhai phota. Why is the line of his sisters-in-law not ending?

Thank you for reading! I really enjoyed writing this. :3

#star crossed myth #love 365 #scm teorus headcanons

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mairablue · 21 days ago

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I don't know how i missed this story. 😭

It makes me defensive.

I lose control over my own mind and I hate it. Thus, I do my best to avoid him.

He smiled and leaned against the backrest of his chair again. And I hated myself. I hated my feelings and my mind, that kept obeying my heart. I hated my hands for shaking. I hated my knees for bouncing nervously, my heart for racing.

And most of all... I hate him. I hate him for making me love him so unequivocally. So senselessly. And so... So pointlessly.

You beautifully captured the feeling of being in a position where one doesn't fully understand the depth of their own feelings.❤️

Thank you for bringing this story to life. 🩷💞🩷

So... can we get some Louie in uniform 😩🙏

Also reader has a love-hate relationship with him. But he is madly in love with her.

"Hating love"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Brief MENTIONS of war.

A/N: Did you say....... UNIFORM????? *SLAMS FIC ON THE DESK* HERE IT IS👀👀✨✨✨✨✨✨✨👀👀👀👀 Also, I hope I was able to portray the dynamic you wanted correctly, between Reader and Human!Tauxy 😅❤️❤️ BTW: I gave him "Monet" as a last name. Don't take this as anything canon that I will be doing in every fic!! As in... If you guys want me to give him another last name in some other story, of course I will!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️ I just happened to use that one in this fic! Enjoy!!❤️❤️ (I was listening to "Work Song" by Hozier, while writing this fic 😭✨🌹)

Carrying a pile of dry laundry in my arms, I returned inside the house from the back garden, humming a carefree tune to myself, my shoes padding softly against the floorboards of the hallway.

I rounded the corner, heading for the master bedroom, where Mr and Mrs Monet reside in, intending to change the bedsheets into the new and fresh ones madam had bought a few days ago from the marketplace.

But my tune was cut short and the laundry slipped through my fingers, when I collided with someone, while keeping my gaze low.

My instincts were a tangled mess of trying to grab the newly washed bedsheets and trying to grab onto something to steady myself.

My fingers curled into rough fabric and grabbed onto a lapel, the laundry caught by one hand that did not belong to me.

I looked up...

"A lovely welcome, I must say," The voice was smooth and gentle, like caramel gliding down the side of his lips and... He smelt like caramel. Caramel with a mix of gunpowder from the battlefield and cologne. And this pair of dark and gorgeous eyes... Are just like I remember them. Deep and all consuming. "my little lady."

I hurried to step away, grabbing the laundry from his hands. "You're back." I said, holding my breath.

He smiled, bending down to pick up his hat and rising back to his full height, readjusting the hat with the shiny crest on his head. "You know," He stepped closer to me and pressed his gloved hand against the doorframe, the black leather material creaking faintly against the wood. "those beautiful wide eyes are my favourite part of coming home."

I cleared my throat and slipped away from him, stepping out of his shadow and clutching the laundry to my chest.

I always try to avoid him, because he messes with my head. He's gorgeous and he's charming, but he's also infuriating. He can see right through me and he knows which words to use every time. To make me smile, to flatter me, and all that it...

Unnerves me. It makes me defensive.

I lose control over my own mind and I hate it. Thus, I do my best to avoid him.

But when he's away with the army... I miss him and I hate myself for just how much i miss him. How much I miss it, when he's not sitting out in the garden, painting. How much I miss it, when I don't see him dripping honey into his steaming tea.

"You'll stay for dinner tonight." He said, guessing it more than questioning it. "Right?"

I gripped the doorknob of the bedroom door tighter, the cool metal digging into the skin of my knuckles.

He was looking so so deeply into my eyes, part of me wanted to fall into his arms and remain there, face buried in his military uniform. Never let him leave with the army again. Never let him go. Only...

Only be honest with him. Love him. Let him love me back.

But was his interest even genuine? Or a means to pass the time and not think about the bloody sights of war? I've doubted him many times, I fear. I still do.

"It's my first day back." He said, his tone gentle and soft, a kind smile on his face, which made him look like the teenage boy I used to go to school with, once again. "And, well, my parents consider you family..." He paused.

Do you? I wanted to ask him. Do you?

"I do too." He replied and I almost lost my composure, my pulse picking up speed. He had answered my unuttered question.

But isn't that what he is anyway? The answer. To everything. To heartache, to loneliness, to dreams, to love... To a warm place to call home, even if that's not necessarily four walls.

"I would like you to be there." He said, his smile broadening and becoming that much sweeter.

I breathed in deeply and nodded. "I guess, I will... Be there." I said, voice quiet. I sighed. "I will be there..."

{•}{•}{•}

Red wine sloshed around my wineglass as Tauxolouve poured it and I did not dare to look up, knowing what I'd find.

But once the flow of the alcohol stopped and the aroma caressed my senses, I did. I looked up, as he was setting the bottle down.

His eyes flickered up to me and he smiled, his Cupid's bow begging for me kiss it, feel it with my thumb and feel it on my cheek, like I tend to dream about some nights. He winked.

I hurriedly looked back down at my wineglass and took a sip, locking my feelings away and shielding them with forced indifference. As if I didn't care. As if I wasn't affected.

"My boy," His father spoke. "I'm so happy you're back with us." He reached out and ran a tender hand over his son's hair.

Tauxolouve smiled. "And I'm happy to be back too." His eyes flickered to me discreetly. "With those I love."

"How about a cheer?" Tauxolouve's mother raised her glass, the wedding band on her finger shining under the flames of the candles lighting up the dining room. "To good news."

Everyone at the table raised their glasses in the air and the clicking of the rims was like a song of tiny bells.

The chatter around the table was lively, the words light and bright and Tauxolouve was there...

His chair was once again occupied and his laughter lingered in the air, like the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

He was here and he was safe...

But for how long.

My fingers curled further around the stem of my wineglass and my stomach clenched.

"I heard there's a lovely play tonight." Tauxolouve's mother spoke, her voice warm and mature. "Would you like to go, Louie?"

Tauxolouve's eyes glimmed. "Oh, but of course. You know I'd love to." Tauxolouve's heart will always belong to art. He's a lover of paints and canvases and pictures that feature words you cannot read, but feel.

He's always loved going to watch plays with his adoptive mother too. He loved to join her ever since he was a small boy. And growing up, the people of the town would often see him accompanying his mother to the theater, offering her his arm to hold, like the gentleman he is.

"You'll come too, of course." His mother said to me.

"I don't know if—" I tried to say, gently.

"Come on." He said and hushed me with one look. Two words only. "We may pay you, but that doesn't mean you're a servant here. Please." He said, leaning his forearms against the surface of the table and leaning in. "Come with us? It's a warm night tonight..." He said, almost whispering, as if trying to ensnare me.

I looked down at my wineglass. It was almost full, which meant that alcohol was not to blame for this... "I'll come, if I'm not added weight. I thank you for the invite." ... This answer.

And most of all... I hate him. I hate him for making me love him so unequivocally. So senselessly. And so... So pointlessly.

#star crossed myth #scm #scm tauxolouve #scm fanfic

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mairablue · 24 days ago

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Hi this is me again. Can you please write a part 2 of human weakness? Please i beg you! Make them(him) suffer more. Let's say the king did not give mc permission to breakup with her God. So mc and her God had to pretend everything was fine on the outside but behind closed doors she ignored her god and she started dating Fi secretly. Her God had to watch them date while he regretted everything he had done to her. I need this Please!

Human Weakness II

Synopsis: Unofficially breaking up with your god wasn’t an option. The King had plans of his own, like usual. So, while you had to officially be with your god in the public eye, your heart still belonged to Ophiuchus.

✨Masterlist✨ Female goldfish! A/n: It took me long enough to get to part 2. I hope it turned out as good as the first one… Angst is angst, and I like hurting my gods! ☺️ And I like Ophiuchus. I love Fi… I should do more with Fi this year!

–Word Count: 6,397–

He was utterly cruel, a heartless King. How selfish does someone need to be to encroach upon the relationship of others?

“I did not permit a foolish human the right to part from my Zodiac” your ass. How pretentious did he need to be to tell you who you could and couldn't date?! It wasn’t like you wanted to break up with your zodiac god in the first place… If you hadn’t loved him so much, then his actions wouldn’t have hurt as much as they did.

And you did have the thought that maybe you shouldn’t’ve fallen in love with a god. Then you wouldn’t be in this big mess, forced to be with someone who didn’t care about you enough to salvage your relationship, pretending that everything was perfectly fine on the outside.

But what could you do against the orders of the King?

The only good thing about any of this was… Ophiuchus. Fi, the only god who had any sympathy for your pathetic situation, the god who stole your heart with his tender touches and kind words of comfort. Why couldn’t your Zodiac god have been like that? Why couldn’t they have been more sympathetic to a sensitive human?

It didn’t matter. It was too late to salvage what you once had even if the King was forcing you to remain a couple in the eyes of the Heavens. You might’ve had to pretend everything was okay, spending time with the god you no longer held love for. But, behind closed doors, Ophiuchus was still the god who held your heart.

This is why as soon as your audience with you and the 13 Zodiac gods before the King of the Heavens was officially over, you sent an accusatory glare toward your god—as if this were somehow his fault—before following Ophiuchus out of the room.

“The nerve-” you complained immediately, despite the door to the throne room having not closed completely behind you.

“I know,” Ophiuchus, tried to comfort you through your fury.

But you clearly needed to vent, not bothering to stop as you paced restlessly before a window. “I can’t believe I’m stuck with that heartless-”

“Yes, but-”

“Cold-”

“(Name)-”

“Son of a-”

“Love!” Ophiuchus shouted, determined to get your attention on him, instead of stewing in helpless anger. Seeing you pause and regard him, he stepped in front of you with a soft smile, placing his hands on your shoulders, before one hand lifted, caressing your cheek. “I know the situation isn’t exactly ideal… But this is clearly just another of the King’s challenges. Don’t you think? And you’ve surpassed everything the King has thrown your way before. Besides… even if this is by the order of the King, I think we all only want what’s best for you.”

“You think he only wants what’s best for me?” Your pointed glare went straight through Ophiuchus as he looked at you with those loving eyes. A tired sigh left your lips. You just couldn’t stay pent up around him; you often forgot about his ability to take away the emotional stress that weighed you down.

He offered you a reassuring smile. “And how are you feeling?”

“Frustrated, but…” You fell silent before admitting, “Better, I guess. You’re right. It’s just something we’re going to have to deal with. But do you really think all of this is going to be okay?”

“We’ll make it okay,” Ophiuchus reassured. “I promise. For now…” He trailed off, his gaze flickering to the approaching god. “Let’s do the best we can.”

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Leon regarded Ophiuchus evenly, but his attention was solely on you. He had more than a few select words for Ophiuchus, but your face urged him to stay silent. After all, he didn’t want you to hate him more than you clearly already did. The King forcing you to remain his partner didn’t help things. He knew you were a stubborn goldfish, after all.

Still, Leon wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Holding out his hand for you to take, he offered, “Come, goldfish. There’s somewhere I want to take you.”

Did you want to go with him? Not at all. You’d rather stay with Fi. But, seeing as Leon wasn’t forcing you to go with him… Maybe this would be tolerable. So, you took his hand, agreeing to go out with him—if only to get the King off of your back.

Leon’s plan was to take you on a date in an attempt to apologize for what happened between the two of you. But you were distant from him regardless of what he said or tried to do. Coming from Leon, you probably thought his actions were disingenuous. After all, that was what drove you away, wasn’t it? Leon wasn’t one to make wishes. But he wished he could make you happy, even if your heart did belong to another.

As much as it hurt, not being the center of your love and affection as he once was, your fake smiles and forced words made his heart pang with pain. He thought you knew that objects and words were meaningless. But maybe that was his mistake. Maybe they were meaningful to you, whereas actions were more meaningful to him.

But pretending everything was fine was difficult even for a god like him. So needless to say, the merciful thing to do, for both of you, was to go out less. After all, behind closed doors, such as on Earth, it was easier for you to be happy, dating Fi secretly.

Though this was just as painful to Leon. Watching you love the attention of another god. Watching the two of you go on such happy dates, Leon regretted not doing that with you. But maybe he was too harsh, where Ophiuchus was soft enough. Maybe Leon was too cruel a god, as you said when you first met. Then… in that case… Leon would be a cruel god. If he couldn’t love correctly, in the way that someone like you needed, then he wouldn’t love at all. What was the point?

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Karno knew immediately that you weren’t happy with the King’s decision. But there was nothing either of you could do. Even his position as Vice Minister didn’t give him the power to grant your greatest wish, to be rid of him so you could be with Ophiuchus.

Ophiuchus… the god you had fled with the minute the meeting was over. He wanted to give you a moment, knowing that, at the very least, Ophiuchus was good at comforting you and making you feel better. It was better than Karno could offer, considering you seemed to hate him.

He expected Fi’s wrath upon leaving the throne room, but he was pleasantly surprised that Fi was knowledgeable enough to know what was necessary. He was a god serving the King too, after all. Relinquishing you to Karno, Karno was quiet, walking with you on his arm before he finally gained the courage to speak. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out the way you had hoped… The King enjoys his entertainment, even at the pain of others. But I promise, I’ll try to make this bearable and I’ll care for you just as I have before-”

“You mean by neglecting my true feelings? By putting others' feelings before me? Don’t tell me Leon isn’t upset with the King’s decision.” Your words were biting and he knew you loathed his relationship with Leon. After all, Leon was Karno’s minister, and Karno listened a little too much to Leon’s orders and commands, sometimes seeming to place Leon’s feelings above yours.

So, Karno was determined to make this unchangeable situation bearable. “I’m sorry, (Name)... Even if your heart belongs truly and fully to Ophiuchus, I’ll try to make you happy. I don’t want this to be painful for either of us.” That was a pathetic thought. It was painful enough for Karno, he just didn’t want you to suffer through a choice the King made for you.

So, even if it was necessary for him to stay on Earth more often, out of the prying eyes of other gods, at least you would be happy. On Earth, out of the prying eyes of other gods, you were free to be with Fi. He regretted making you feel the way he did over and over again. He had hurt you once as a child, placing people into your life who never stayed permanently. So, even if it hurt him agonizingly, he would stand by and watch as you were happy with Fi. He would grant, at least, this one wish.

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Huedhaut loved you dearly. But all you saw was his deep obsession with Clotho. Maybe that was accurate. Even the other gods claimed he just wanted what he used to have—something he would never be able to get again. Clotho was forever out of his reach, just like you were.

You were in Ophiuchus’ arms, because Fi could make you happy, unlike Huedhaut who seemed to hurt you at every turn despite his efforts. Even now, at the fault of the King, you were hurting because of Huedhaut’s actions. If Huedhaut had never fallen in love with you, the poor reincarnation of his beloved, then you wouldn’t be forced to be with him against your will.

Ophiuchus seemed to understand the situation at hand, doing his best to comfort you back into Huedhaut’s arms, even if you didn’t want to. Still, as you willingly went with Huedhaut, you didn’t hesitate to share your true feelings with him, “You’ll never get Clotho back… So, please… stop looking at me like that.”

He tried not to show much expression to your cold words as much as they pierced his heart like sharp blades of ice. He calmly replied, “I apologize. I can’t help that you share similarities… especially the stars in your eyes. But, I want you to know… I may have made a mistake in focusing on the aspects of you that belong to Clotho, but I did care for you as your own person. A human could never be a god, after all. But make no mistake, I cherished your happiness.”

A logical response, his specialty. Even if you were convinced he only adored seeing you so happy because of your resemblance to Clotho, at least he once personally had the opportunity to make you genuinely smile. That was a memory that would never fade, especially as he experienced all of the fake smiles and false words that would leave your mouth when you were together now.

So, to save you the pain and suffering of this falsehood that you both now shared, he allowed you to stay on Earth with Ophiuchus—a safe haven from the judgement of the Heavens. At least with Ophiuchus, Huedhaut could still witness your genuine grins, genuine words of happiness, and the bright sparkle of joy in your star-filled eyes. Maybe one day you would come to realize all the sacrifices he made for you… Until then, he’d take morbid pleasure in watching your love blossom and grow in warmth, whereas his would only grow colder and more bleak with each passing day that he went without that familiar warmth…

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“(Name),” Teorus called out your name, offering his hand for you to take as he approached you and Fi. “Come on. Let’s go on a date!” Teorus desperately wanted what you both once had. He couldn’t stand seeing Ophiuchus being the source of your love and comfort. And maybe it was selfish of him, after all, you had to see that many times from him, didn’t you? That was why you hated and despised him, wasn’t it? But you knew that about Teorus long before you decided to love him, so why did it turn into a problem? And why did it chase you into Ophiuchus’ arms?

Despite the way Ophiuchus comforted you and reassured you that it was going to be okay, you felt like it was whip cream on top of coffee—something sweet to hide the bitter truth. But you tried, if only for Ophiuchus, which Teorus was grateful for. Still, you wouldn’t be forced to be in his arms, if not for the King… so maybe this was all too much. It was cruel to do that to both you and him. After all, you didn’t love Teorus, and Teorus was given false hope that maybe he could win you back with his clouded sense of love.

As time wore on, however, Teorus was hurt that every smile from you was forced. Every conversation and compliment wasn’t genuinely what you felt, he could tell. The way you felt was engraved into your eyes. Every outing with Teorus, he could see the way you longed for another… He wasn’t entirely familiar with craving one certain person, but observing you, he knew what it looked like to be completely head over heels for another person. “Hey…” he asked softly, different from his usual tone, making you gaze at him in confusion. “Is Ophiuchus taking care of you? Does he love you… the way you always wanted?”

You pursed your lips. Teorus was looking for an honest answer here. He wanted to know. So, you answered, “He doesn’t only love me based on his own desires and feelings. He takes my thoughts and feelings into consideration. If I want all of his love, he’ll give it to me. If I’m not ready, he’ll wait. He’s good at figuring out what I need instead of taking what he wants or needs. He’s considerate… and that’s what every relationship is dependent on. Do you understand that, Teorus?”

He hung onto every word you told him. So, Ophiuchus gave you something that you seemed unable to get from Teorus. Maybe that was why, as difficult as it was, Teorus was willing to let you go back to Ophiuchus in the end. Even if you still had to be together in the eyes of the Heavens, letting you be with someone who understood you was more important than his suffering without you. After all, he’d try to learn and understand without your guidance. Maybe then you’d be able to accept him…

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Aigonorus didn’t like seeing you with Ophiuchus… not at all. And while he might have openly said so before, he kept that to himself. He knew his apathy is what made you feel neglected and unwanted, but it was something he relied on now. After all, he didn’t want you to hate him because he didn’t like Ophiuchus. It wasn’t like it was your fault anyway. Ophiuchus… it was his fault you didn’t like Aigo anymore… right?

Yet… Aigo had to be wrong. If that was the case, then why did Ophiuchus so easily encourage you to return to Aigo? Sure, it was by the order of the King, but it seemed like Fi cared about your relationship with Aigo. He seemed to love you greatly and cared for all of your relationships that didn’t even concern him. Despite how much Ophiuchus seemed to care, Aigo had to ask you, “Are you… angry about what the King did?” His eyes flickered to you, and unlike his usual apathy, his eyes held curiosity.

“I am,” you answered honestly, something Aigo appreciated about you. You were straightforward and never hid your emotions. “It’s not because of you personally. I mean… Fi said, even if loving you is something I can’t handle, I don’t have to hate you for a choice you never made. I know it’s hard for you to open up and wear your heart on your sleeve. You loved someone so openly and completely and she… hurt you. She didn’t care that she was using you. So maybe it isn’t your fault. But I want you to know that your apathy to everything, including my thoughts and feelings, was still painful to bear.”

Aigonorus sighed, looking down. He understood. He was still haunted by the past, and that affected you in such a way that you had to rely on someone else for comfort and… genuine love. “Thank you, (Name)... I don’t blame you either,” he admitted. Of course, he blamed himself for all of this, but even you didn’t blame him for his faults. You were too kind, even when you were upset. Ophiuchus was giving the both of you a chance to make up, even if you couldn’t love each other, and even if making up with you would hurt Aigo more in the long run. After all, understanding your feelings but being unable to do anything about it was hard enough.

So, silently, Aigonorus promised to get better, even if it was painful to watch you love someone else. Maybe this was what it meant to grow as a god. Understanding his faults and understanding how to grow while regretting all of his actions that drove you away.. Maybe, as hard as it was, watching you and Ophiuchus could help him to understand how to be a better person.

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Tauxolouve was always considered the biggest playboy of the Heavens by anyone and everyone who had ever known him. So, him dating you, especially for so long, was a shock to everyone involved. What wasn’t shocking… was when you finally left him. It wasn’t shocking to anyone on the outside. After all, how could you stay with someone who was always talking with other goddesses? It was about time you left him and went to someone who actually cared about you and only you. How sad the King had other plans.

Tauxolouve’s care for other goddesses was nothing like what he shared with you, but you didn’t know that—no one knew that and no one had ever asked. But Ophiuchus was loyal, wasn’t he? That much was seen from the way he comforted you after the King’s unfeeling decision over you and Tauxolouve.

It was kind of strange how similar yet unsimilar Fi and Lou were. They were both devoted and loving partners… yet the one thing that set them apart was how Ophiuchus was so ‘loyal’. He didn’t go from woman to woman as Lou seemingly did. So maybe your decision to be with someone completely and utterly devoted to you and you alone made sense.

Oddly enough, however, Fi seemed to understand something in this situation with the way he comforted you and allowed you back into Lou’s arms, as if there were something to be learned here. But who was supposed to learn, you or Lou?

“I still love you greatly…” Lou admitted to you. Maybe being openly honest about his feelings would help.

But you didn’t seem to reciprocate. Of course not. You had Ophiuchus on your heart. You spoke quietly, “I loved you… And seeing you so carefree with those other gods and goddesses made me feel like I wasn’t anything special. Your words and gentle touches moved my heart, and your actions broke my heart over and over until I couldn’t take it… Until Fi was the only one who could fix it. But I learned better. That’s just your personality… and that can’t be helped.”

“I see. I’m sorry… for everything.” He sighed, understanding that he could never have you, because he was simply incompatible for you. It seemed you weren’t destined to be his, regardless of the King’s orders. Tauxolouve simply couldn't move your heart the way he wished he could—the way Fi seemed to be able to do. It looked like he’d have to accept this false relationship the two of you were being forced to share, while watching from the side as you shared your true feelings and heart with Ophiuchus, the god who was simply not, and would never be him.

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Zyglavis was a god who would never go against the King’s orders. So was it all that surprising that against his will, he’d be back in the same boat he started in… helplessly by your side? Of course, seeing Ophiuchus also by your side, talking so ill of him… it stirred something in his chest that was considerably unpleasant. Still, Ophiuchus wasn’t wrong in suggesting for them to do the best they could. After all, none of you had a choice in the matter.

Still, his heart stirred uncomfortably at seeing you meeting his gaze. Your eyes were unforgiving, much similar to the looks he would share with those who displeased him. So, there was something you took from him after all… He wasn’t entirely pleased with this turn of events. But regardless, you went with him, as expected of you after the meeting. And perhaps things were going so smoothly thanks to Ophiuchus’ interference. He wasn’t a bad god, even Zyglavis could admit to that much. He understood the necessity of you being with Zyglavis as well as any other god at this point.

But you… you were still in pain. It was as clear as day that your smiles were fake and your conversation was forced. Unfortunately, Zyglavis couldn’t force himself to act like he didn’t still love you, even if this entire set up was on the King’s orders.

“You’re making this more difficult than it needs to be,” your words came out softly, yet firmly, as if you were trying to hold back on your own emotions. Yet, this was something the two of you had been avoiding addressing. “Don’t you get it? This is all the King’s fault! If you wouldn’t be so catering to his every word, his every order, things wouldn’t be like this!”

Zyglavis’ eyebrows furrowed. He knew you were blaming the King for everything that had gone wrong between the two of you. But he knew better. You were really blaming him and his stick in the mud personality. If he hadn’t been someone to consistently follow the rules like the good and obedient Minister that he was… If he hadn’t constantly been trying to fix a past that was impossible to fix, then perhaps your relationship could have been salvaged. “I understand. However, the King’s orders are not to be disobeyed. Had you thought differently, you wouldn’t be with me right now. But Ophiuchus understands the situation as well as you.” So please, he internally begged, make this easier on him. Stop looking at him with those accusatory eyes.

He understood that he deserved this punishment of loving you but being unable to receive your love in return. Still, as long as Ophiuchus was keeping you happy, then perhaps he could endure, if only to see your smiles once more.

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Scorpio was not a kind god by any means. He was sure that it was why Ophiuchus surrendered you to him without a fight. Any sane god wouldn’t dare argue with the King, let alone Scorpio, the Vice Minister of the Department of Punishments and the King’s practical right hand man. Or, no. Maybe, more accurately, Scorpio was more akin to the King’s puppet. He was raised from humanity to become the King’s lap dog. He came to understand that solely through your intervention. You showed him that he was essentially doing the same thing he did when he was a human. Emotionlessly following orders and completing tasks that no other god would have the heart to do.

It was easy, since Scorpio didn’t have a heart—so he thought… before he met you. You showed him so many feelings that he didn’t have before—that he never experienced before. These feelings… that you were now sharing with Ophiuchus, someone who was experienced in sharing the love that he didn’t know how to give you—that he was too heartless to share with someone as kind and as soft as you.

Thinking of how kind and soft you were, his eyes flickered to you in curiosity. He took you from Ophiuchus without question, because those were his orders—to have you. But he didn’t know how you felt, being forced to be with a cruel god like him. He hadn’t dared touch you in secret fear of your hatred. “(Name)-”

“Don’t ask…” You spoke quietly, though your voice was tired. “I’m not upset with you. This is the King’s doing, not yours. That doesn’t mean I’ll forgive you… But I don’t hate you.”

Why were you like this? You could so easily read him even without godly powers, nor touching him. Yet he could never understand how you felt without needing to be in contact with you. Maybe he was pathetic in comparison to you, a mere human. He’d been alive for so long, yet there was so much he couldn’t understand about the living world.

Maybe that’s why it got harder and harder for him to look at your forced smiles and sad greetings. Maybe he was heartless, but that didn’t stop his chest from hurting in pain. But he couldn’t tell if he was hurting for you or for him. It was sad that you had to put on this little act to please the King and the Heavens, and as much as he didn’t want to lose you, he didn’t want you to have to dance around like a puppet on strings. So, maybe it was surprising when he backed off, allowing you and Ophiuchus the space you needed while hidden away on Earth where no one else could see.

Maybe the heartless Scorpio did have a heart… a broken, damaged one.

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Dui had to use his utmost strength to keep Shadow Dui from coming out and dealing with Ophiuchus on the spot. The only thing that gave him the strength to keep Shadow back at all was because he was convinced that it was Shadow’s fault you fell in love with Fi in the first place. After all, Shadow was cruel and possessive. Needless to say, Dui was the complete opposite of Ophiuchus. At least Fi was in his right mind and able to take care of you in the way that you needed… wanted.

Of course, Dui always treasured you. You were the only one who could tolerate his split personality. Yet, you still left him for another god. Maybe this was because ever since Dui and Shadow started getting along for your sake, more gods and goddesses were comfortable around him. Gods had always walked on eggshells around him until you showed up in his life. He felt normal for once and he was trying to hold onto that feeling despite how he was hurting on the inside. He was grateful that Fi let you go with him. So, maybe Fi wasn’t all that bad. He had to understand how Dui was feeling—at least, when it came to losing you. That was something Dui didn’t think any god could handle.

Still, even as Dui took you from Ophiuchus, there was a strange energy between you and Dui. It wasn’t intentional, but Dui felt like he had to hold his breath around you so he would anger you or irritate you. But his guilt was eating away at him. He had to know… “Are you still angry?”

You glanced at him. He was just as innocent as usual. You almost felt bad for him, but part of you was sure he deserved this. “I am… You probably think I shouldn’t blame you, but ever since the other gods started accepting you as a hero, I feel like you changed. You’re not exactly the same god I met. You acted concerned about everything I had to complain about, but you never changed. You still spoke to those goddesses as if you didn’t already have a partner.”

“I’m… sorry, (Name)...” He tried to apologize, but you weren’t willing to forgive him just yet. His acceptance among his peers was almost overnight—but you knew you wouldn’t get your Dui back.

Dui seemed to know this too. Regardless of what he would try, your heart was with Ophiuchus now. He couldn’t just change the way you felt about someone, especially him when he had already hurt you so bad. So, was it really a challenging decision to let you secretly date Ophiuchus beyond the view of the Heavens? No… it made you happy. Ophiuchus made you happy, something Dui failed at time and time again. Maybe this was the punishment he’d been so deserving of. Well… it was about time he got his due suffering.

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Ichthys got a new pranking target, that was for sure. He’d never let Ophiuchus get away with stealing you. It didn’t help that he suspected Fi might just be better for you. Ichthys still felt like he was missing out, however. You were the only person to genuinely laugh at his jokes and pranks, even when they were directed at you. He was sure you’d love him forever and he wanted to love you forever.

But he wasn’t sure he could handle this fake love that the King forced upon the two of you. You clearly despised him for something he did… After all, you wouldn’t just run into someone else’s arms for the hell of it. Unless it was just a cruel prank, but Ichthys didn’t think you would go that far. You were more mature than him, you’d never stoop so low.

Seeing you with Ophiuchus brought on a new kind of pain that he wasn’t familiar with. He knew he was mortal, and maybe his life was nearing its end, but his chest hurt at the thought that he was no longer the subject of your love and affection. Regardless of the King’s decisions, you were a stubborn goldfish. No matter what the King or Ichthys said, your heart was taken.

As childish as Ichthys was, Fi was mature, he always was. He didn’t go against the King’s orders. If you were supposed to pretend to be with Ichthys, then at least Fi was able to allow it as upset as you were with the entire thing.

Maybe… Just maybe, it was Ichthys’ turn to be mature, or act like he was mature, anyway. After all, this situationship was nothing more than a big act, a game. As much as he wished it could be real, you did a great job at fooling the other gods. Sometimes you even managed to fool Ichthys’ heart; that made this all the more painful to endure.

With the pain fresh in his chest, he finally decided to give up on these useless feelings. If Ophiuchus made you happy, then he didn’t have a choice, did he? “I just… wanted to let you know that I’m sorry for driving you away.” This was the most serious you had ever heard him. Even his expression was solemn. “I know you don’t enjoy being with me. You’d rather be with Fi, wouldn't you? That’s… okay.” He had to come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t the love of your life anymore. “So, how about we make this easier for both of us… I just want you to be happy. Can… Can you and Ophiuchus be happy together?”

So, maybe you felt a little guilty now that Ichthys was obviously forcing himself to accept your relationship with Fi. But he deserved it, didn’t he? Maybe… and maybe watching you secretly date Fi was something he deserved to suffer for how immature he was. How lucky Ophiuchus was…

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Partheno had hurt you. It wasn’t just one occurrence either. He was the god of beauty… a god of lies. He’d tricked you, used you, and yet, he sacrificed everything for you. To no avail… you still picked Ophiuchus over him. It was understandable. After all, Partheno had to repent for his sins. Could he really repent if he got everything he ended up with the woman he loved above all else? That didn’t seem fair, especially to Ophiuchus who only ever tried to help you. Fi never hurt you like Partheno did…

That was why Partheno hated the King’s decision. Not only did it hurt him, but it hurt you. It wasn’t like you wanted to be with an ex-demon; you wanted to be with Ophiuchus, a god who could genuinely love you and you alone. Fi was less likely to be swarmed by gods and goddesses, forced to appease them to look like the good guy.

Fi was a genuine good guy. That was why he didn’t argue when Partheno arrived to take you on a date in the Heavens. You made him look good; you saved him from his demonic ways and you showed him what love was. This is what the King wanted the Heavens to see. He wanted them to see what a changed god Partheno was and that it was all thanks to you, a loving little human that taught a demon how to feel true emotions.

Though, on your date, Partheno hated how fake everything was—the way you spoke, the way you laughed, the way you smiled. All of it was fake, just like how Partheno acted when he was a demon… fake.

So, was it any surprise when Partheno took you back to Earth to meet up with Ophiuchus? You certainly were surprised that Partheno was putting so much effort into letting you stay on Earth with Fi. It wasn’t easily explained until Partheno spoke up, “I know you feel like I’m just dragging you around for the hell of it—that’s how I’ve always been. I know I was a demon and that you hate me for everything I’ve done. I deserve far less than forgiveness, so I won’t ask for it. Even if you hate me and despite me for everything I’ve done, please do this one thing for me…” He paused. “Be happy. I don’t care if being with me was by the order of the King. As someone who cares about how you feel… be happy.”

That was all Partheno wanted to see. Even if it physically pained him to see you in someone else’s arms, sharing hugs, kisses, and cuddles. It was all for a purpose, wasn’t it? All to see you smile, a genuine, real smile; not those fake ones you pass off to make it look like you’re enjoying being with Partheno. No… He wanted to see the smile you had where you were happy. Maybe your joy would erase the pain in his chest… eventually… Or maybe he was just made to live with the regrets of everything he had done to you. This too was less than he deserved.

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Krioff was always known as the god of destruction by everyone in the Heavens. His fire always ruined everything. It didn’t really surprise him that, despite never having physically harmed you with his flames, he still found a way to destroy your love for him. Seeing you with Ophiuchus, Krioff had a few fair ideas on why you would have betrayed him like that. He was nothing nearly as kind as Fi. Krioff was abrupt, gruff, a stoic god from the Department of Punishments. Perhaps you saw him as something cruel. He hurt his sister, the one goddess he loved. So, why wouldn’t he hurt you too one day? Maybe you were afraid of him… He wouldn’t blame you.

Ophiuchus was good at comfort and at love in general, so Krioff couldn’t be surprised. Still, the two of you had to make it work, didn’t you? The King was essentially forcing the two of you to have something that didn’t exist anymore. Krioff’s self-loathing did not help the situation. If anything, it made him seem like an even worse person.

Despite how hard Ophiuchus tried to get the two of you to make up, Krioff loathed the pain in his chest that erupted every time you spoke your sweet lies and forced smiles. He wouldn’t have said it in so many words. But there was something he needed for you to understand. “I won’t make excuses for what I’ve done to hurt you and drive you away. I also won’t ask for you to make excuses. I know it was probably hard to be with a god like me, and I know you’ll probably be better with Ophiuchus. He knows how to deal with feelings better, and he understands humans better than I do. I’m sure you’ll be happier with him.”

In the end, Krioff decided that pretending everything was fine was too difficult. The merciful thing, for the both of you, was to go out less. If you didn’t show your faces in the Heavens, then there was no reason for you to pretend to be a happy couple.

In fact, on Earth, everything was far easier to handle. You didn’t have to force yourself to entertain the King. You were able to go on dates with Ophiuchus without worry of others opinions, or the rules of the King. You’d be free to love whoever you want, free from Krioff’s suffocating presence.

Well, maybe it wasn’t Krioff’ presence that was suffocating. But Krioff felt like he was suffocating just watching Ophiuchus make you happy. After all, Krioff could never do that. Krioff could never love you the way you needed… So this pain was worth it in the end. It was for your sake, after all. He’d suffer alone with his pain and regrets.

#star crossed myth #department of wishes #department of punishments #scm karno #scm leon #scm huedhaut #scm teorus #scm tauxolouve #scm zyglavis #scm scorpio #scm aigonorus #scm dui #scm partheno #scm krioff #scm ichthys #scm fanfic #star crossed myth imagines

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mairablue · 28 days ago

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ROHIT IS THE PLAYER OF THE MATCH, MY CAPTAIN 😭💗

#rohit sharma #icc champions trophy 2025 #champions trophy 2025 #ind vs nz

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mairablue · 2 months ago

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A God's Worship

Request: I hope you are doing well 💗 I love the new Adrian x dutchess reader story. I got the prompt, 'Psyco'. I was wondering if you could write a Adrian Tepes x female reader story where the reader is a bit unhinged. But he is madly in love with her. Like a dark, twisted tale. 😁

AN: Hello anon, thank you for reading my work! Here is your request. I hope you enjoy this. Unhinged but madly in love readers are my fav. I tried something new by writing this one poetically.

Genre: drama & angst ig

Pairing(s): Alucard x gn Reader

Summary: His breath hitches. His heartbeat slows. His eyes flutter shut beneath your touch. And the world falls apart.

Some sacrifice love for good. Some burn the world for love. Some light it up. And some… create a new one.

This story is for those who become God to worship their love.

"It is not real!"

Adrian clutches Lisa’s hand, his golden eyes wide, trembling with frantic terror.

"You're dead!"

His body, shrouded in blankets, wracks with shivers as he points a shaking finger at his father.

"And you… I killed you. Why are you here?"

He flinches from their touch, ignoring the gentle hands trying to soothe him, to press a cup of medicine to his lips.

"My dear," Lisa whispers, cupping his damp cheeks. "It is a dream. We are here with you."

She pulls him into her arms, a mother’s warmth, he remember it well. Her warmth, the scent of herbs and ink...his mother.

"A nightmare of the past. Your father and I live. We are alive."

But her words are hollow, empty as the castle halls.

Adrian presses his hands over his ears.

"This is a lie… a spell, a dream, an illusion." His voice wavers, a fragile thing on the brink of breaking. Sweat drips from his temple, strands of pale hair clinging to his nape.

Then—

"Shhh."

A voice silences the storm in his mind.

A whisper, just by his ear. Lips brushing his skin.

"You are safe."

His breath hitches. His heartbeat slows. His eyes flutter shut beneath your touch.

And the world falls apart.

Adrian links his arm through yours.

It takes effort, his gaze refuses to leave you tonight.

The winter ball of the Fae glows with silver light, a kingdom sculpted from frost and moonbeams. Next to him, you are a wonder, robes spun from the midnight sky, glimmering with woken stars. Your hair cascades down your back, untamed, luminous with crystals of ice braided in.

The court is frozen in time, statues carved by the careful hands of devoted brownies.

His mother and father are lost in a sea of dancers, their laughter carried by the wind, lost among masked dancers.

Adrian rubs his thumb over your palm.

"You look beautiful, my love."

He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin.

"Dance with me?"

At your nod, he whisks you onto the floor.

His arms around you. Yours around him. Closer than ever.

He dances with the same effortless grace as his father.

Dracula, after all, had taught him the waltz of the Unseelie Court.

Sun-spun hair rests beneath your fingers. He smiles, laughter spilling from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

His steps creak—

Not against polished marble, but against worn wooden floors.

Dust shifts beneath his shoes, months of neglect disturbed with each movement.

Yet his smile remains.

His eyes remain lost in the illusion of your faraway court.

Perhaps it would be easier to let him stay here.

If it brings him joy, you would leave Dracula’s crumbling castle in a heartbeat.

"Do you like it here?" You nod to the marvelous sights of your court that your beloved revels in.

Your fingers weave into his hair, cradling the warmth of his head against your palm.

"Why not stay longer?"

The question is light, effortless. Crafted with delicate precision to mask the quiet desperation curling inside you.

What you would not do to have him here, in your world.

To drape him in silks, to spoil him with the everlasting luxuries of your court.

Adrian frowns.

Hesitation lays itself bare upon his face, a fragile thing for you to pluck away at first sight.

Spells make it easier to read him.

"No… please, no." His fingers tighten around your sleeve, his grip trembling. "I cannot leave home."

His steps falter. His eyes clear, gold sharpening through the mist of illusion. "Must stay with mother...and father," he whimpers.

The edges of your glamour wither, fragile as the first frost beneath morning light.

"Alright, beloved."

You pull him into your embrace, his breath shaky against your shoulder.

"No more. We won’t leave. We shall stay where you wish"

With a mere thought, the phantom forms of his parents step closer.

"We shall stay with your parents."

A reassurance. A spell. A carefully woven promise.

You usher him back into the comfort of his dream. The world you have made for him.

Your beloved is happy there. Fulfilled.

Who are you to deny him?

Here, the castle stands untouched, as it had in the past.

Here, the bodies of traitorous friends do not rot in the woods.

Here, the church has never burned.

Here, the humans still live.

Here, you have given him the world he desires.

And in return, Adrian chooses life.

Next to you. Here.

You twirl him in your arms, guiding him through another waltz beneath the dream-lit sky.

He dances with you, laughter slipping through his lips, until exhaustion drapes over his shoulders like a heavy cloak.

His body leans into yours. He tires more easily now. Agitation wears at him faster, the strain of his soul bound to your spell pressing upon his fragile form.

It had been his fading soul that led you to this.

By the time you found him, it was already too late.

Broken by grief, your beloved had been lost to the cold corridors of his misery, wasting away within the crumbling bones of his father’s castle.

But you refused to let go of him.

Your love, your passion, your despair, your grief, it was all his.

But mercy?

No.

You refused to grant him that.

You refused to let his soul wander where you could not follow.

So, you made him a world.

Seared his soul to yours.

Even death would not take him. Not at the cost of him.

You yawn, feigning drowsiness.

"Shall we retire?"

Adrian blinks up at you, bleary-eyed, nodding without question.

You lead him to his room, guiding him to the bed with a gentleness neither of you deserve.

He does not question the sudden shift in scenery.

Does not question the way his vision wavers, as if some part of him knows.

He simply settles into your arms, his face buried against your neck, breathing softly.

And you hold him closer, knowing he will never wake from this dream.

#adrian tepes x reader #castlevania #tropevania event

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mairablue · 2 months ago

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I can't put it in words how much i love this story! 😭🤧🩷🩷🩷

Thank you so much for writing this!!!! 💖💖💖

On Your Toes

Request: Hi (* ´ ▽ ` *) I hope you are still accepting spin the wheel requests. I got , fan and idol as a prompt. If you aren't too busy at the moment, can you please write a story for Adrian Tepes x Idol!reader? Like he pretends to dislike her music but finds her voice soothing, secretly admires her and... loves her. 🫣🙃

AN: Thanks for requesting! This is slightly different from you request but I seriously had to write it to escape my writer's block (partially due to Love and Deep Space wrecking my life) Also ik Ballerino is Italian but can we roll with this please because danseurs sounds mad pretentious.

Genre: Idol/Ballet au

Pairing(s): Alucard x GN Reader

Summary: You were the rat when Adrian became Hans-Peter in The Nutcracker. The infamous mirror on the wall when he played Prince Charming. Yorick to his brooding Hamlet. The clapping monkey to his moping Phantom of the Opera.

"I'm sure 14-year-olds love your so called 'art'," Adrian says, rolling his eyes with a huff as he leans back against the windowsill. "Is it worth leaving years of hard work?"

Crouching in front of him, you rest his feet on your thigh and begin unlacing the bloodied pointe shoe, which clings stubbornly to the oozing callouses on his skin.

"You forgot your ointment again?" You sigh, already reaching for the travel-sized tube you always carry. That habit has never left you, from the past to now.

With gentle hands, you apply the cool gel to his raw soles. Above you, Adrian sucks in a sharp breath, his toes curling at the sudden sting of relief.

"I missed you." You stand up after wrapping his feet in bandages and pulling on mismatched warm socks, socks he never had a complete pair of. "And I worry too. Now that I’m here, I know I have a good reason to fret." Your gaze lingers on his sunken cheeks.

"I do not require your pity!" Adrian huffs, turning his back to you. "Go back to your glamorous life. Aren't you above ballet now? Too good for it?" His words cut deep into your heart.

It has been three years. Three long years since he refused to answer your calls, moved out of the home you once shared, leaving behind nothing but a lonely ring.

He, who is in the lyrics of your every song, the muse for your art, he has left you. Or perhaps, you pushed him away.

Eighteen years ago, at the age of seven, you first met him. In that ballet class, when you both let go of your weary parents’ hands and walked into a room where you became the best of friends.

It was no less than a wedding pyre, where your blood, sweat, and endless hours bound you both into something more.

Adrian loved ballet. His feet never faltered, his arms refused to tremble, even in the swiftest lifts. He was most beautiful in his dance.

You, on the other hand, could never find solid ground beneath your feet while lost in staring at him.

To some extent, you enjoyed the sway of music that came in waves. You relished the closeness it offered, the bond it allowed between you and your friend.

Music, you loved. Just as Adrian loved ballet. Music taught you how to love.

From the scrawled notes on your notebook covers to your cheap GarageBand subscription, you loved losing yourself to the sounds of the world around you.

But all that had to wait, tucked away in the tiny pockets of your time, the ones spared beyond ballet.

You loved music, but you loved him more.

For years, you did.

You were the rat when Adrian became Hans-Peter in The Nutcracker. The infamous mirror on the wall when he played Prince Charming. Yorick to his brooding Hamlet. The clapping monkey to his moping Phantom of the Opera.

You grasped at pieces, but all that remained were shadows. Ballet was never your calling.

It was the old SoundCloud rap that thrust you into the shoes that were made for you.

From a small re-release, to album deals, to company contracts, your world pulled you closer.

And no matter how hard you tried to cling to the ballet studio, your heart reached for the keys of your keyboard.

Productions rarely ever kept you, and with a distracted mind, roles slipped through your fingers.

Weeks later, Adrian found himself alone on the stage. Broken from the reverie of his practice, he searched for you. Backstage. The costume room. The tech booth.

You were gone.

And then he saw the script.

Your name wasn’t there.

You had left him. Alone. Lost in his dance.

And he hadn’t even noticed.

Was he to blame? Had he kept you from your passion?

Wrath. Hurt. Guilt. Heartbreak. They flooded him all at once.

That day, for the first time, his feet ached. Not from exhaustion, not from relentless training, but from something deeper. Never before had he cared about pain over his dance. Yet, in that moment, it hurt more than anything.

So he left. Just as you had. Without a word, he walked away—from your home, your ring, everything.

He abandoned you.

He refused to love this version of you. He refused to be the one left behind. So he left first.

This was your penance, and his.

Never again did his feet tire. Never again did his smile falter. He poured himself into his craft, drowning in movement, in rhythm, in perfection.

But who could resist a siren’s call?

Even as he spun through daring choreography, even as he lost himself in dance, his ears could not escape your music.

That brash, loud, jarring music, the very thing that had torn you apart.

Songs that were all about him. Words that glided with melody like his body through motion.

He knew how much it meant to you.

Music, to you, was what ballet had become to him.

And much to his dismay, he understood that far too well.

After all these years, after countless lovers taken just to spite you, he had not expected this.

For the idol so many cherished to kneel beside him as you once did. For you to be so gentle, so familiar in your every action.

For you to still carry the ointment, the one none of the dancers could afford. You had bought it for him back then, and you hadn’t stopped now.

He had not expected you to ignore all the hurt and continue loving him.

It was unfair. Unbearably cruel. To be so good to him.

His heart protested, curling in on itself at the sight.

He let you slip warm socks over his feet, trying his damnedest to hold back the tears.

But you were his friend. His adorable rat. His beloved.

How could he have wronged you? When he knew the answer too well.

The thing about love is that it cannot be held back. It cannot be unfelt.

Like a stubborn stream of water, it finds a way, seeping through the cracks of even the hardest heart.

And after all these years, it had never ceased to exist.

#castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #tropevania event #ballet au #childhood friends to lovers to enemies to lovers?

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mairablue · 2 months ago

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Hello 🤗😊

I'm sick. And instead of just sitting down to write the fanfic I should write for today, I'm thinking up random unrelated SCM headcanons.

You see, I finished Macbeth yesterday. And I've been a HUGE Shakespeare nerd ever since I was a child. And basically my love language is have you sit down and just listen to me analyze Shakespeare's works to you. So...

Which of the gods do you think would (the first 6 at least) actually sit down and have me talk their ear off about Shakespeare??

I hope you feel better soon!! I know you said the first 6, but I went ahead and did all 12! :)

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Leon

He would prefer to just lay in bed with you, either in silence or watching one of your favorite shows together

He also wouldn't want you to use up energy conversing when you should be resting

But if you "simply must speak", then he'd rather hear you talk about yourself, your childhood, etc.

Scorpio

He'd object at first, saying he couldn't care less about whatever a poet who ceased existing centuries ago wrote

However, it wouldn't take much persuasion for him to give in and let you drone on however much you wanted

Because secretly, he loves the sound of voice and listening to you talk about things you love

All the while struggling to carve an apple into rabbits for you

Teorus

He would happily listen to you...for the first few minutes, at least

...Then his attention would start to wander; he doesn't quite understand Shakespeare so it would be difficult for him to focus on your words

Then he'd apologize and ask if you could talk about something else whilst trying to reassuring you that he really does enjoy listening to you and that he doesn't want to hurt your feelings

And he'd probably give you a glass of milk to drink, insisting it'll help you feel better

Dui

Dui? Gladly. He'll happily sit and let you talk about whatever you want for however long you want

Whatever will make you happy while you're unfortunately not feeling great

He'll do anything to help you feel better

Shadow Dui, on the other hand? He wouldn't be as ecstatic for that, but then Dui would probably scold him in his mind and Shadow would internally sigh and tell you to continue

Huedhaut

He wouldn't mind at all seeing as literature is one of his favorite topics of conversation

He'd lay by your side and let you talk as long as you wanted do

And unlike most of the other gods, he'd actually discuss with you, as opposed to letting you do all the talking

He'd be the most interested (if not excited) out of all of them to talk Shakespeare

Ichthys

He doesn't know much about Shakespeare at all, but he'd let you teach him a little, considering you're not feeling well and all

Similar to Teo, it wouldn't hold his attention for long, but he'd be willing to listen for a little while

Karno

He's such a sweetheart; he'll happily listen to you

And he'll ask questions and inquire about your opinions

He won't just listen, he's actually interested and wants to know more and have a more in-depth conversation about it

Zyglavis

He'd probably be the second most excited to discuss Shakespeare, next to Huedhaut

He'd see it as an opportunity to learn, and he always appreciates an opportunity to learn

As well as appreciates an opportunity to make you happy

Zyg will gladly sit or lay with you with a content smile on his face

Aigonorus

So...Aigo would say he'll listen, but would also warn you that he'll most likely fall asleep

...And he would.

...That's kinda it. He would be nice and say yes and then just fall asleep like 30 seconds in

He'd apologize when he gets woken up. And then fall back asleep again.

Krioff

Krioff would probably say no. He's just not interested unfortately

Poetry isn't even on the list of the top, say, 20 things he's interested in enough to sit and talk about

But then he would immediately feel bad and suggest you talk about or do something else in an attempt to light his guilt

Tauxolouve

I think he would let you talk his ear off about Shakespeare

He wouldn't mind at all

Lou would find something in there to be take interest in + he would just love seeing you chatting away happily

Partheno

He would probably ask you if Shakespeare wrote about anything sexy, and if the answer was anything equivalent to no, then he'd suggest another topic of conversation lol

#star crossed myth #scm #scm scorpio #scm leon #scm teorus #scm ichthys #scm huedhaut #scm dui #scm karno #scm zyglavis #scm aigonorus #scm krioff #scm tauxolouve #scm partheno

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mairablue · 2 months ago

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SCM - Department Of Punishment

Scorpio ♏️- Sweet Memories

A/N: This is a continuation of the stories Home Where The Heart Belongs and Dance With Me, Tonight. Also my first fluffbruary story of this year. Hopefully this turned out alright. 🙂

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

Prompts: anticipation | nonsense | mail

5th February, 2025

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It has been a month since he had boarded that train and left. I tried not to think too much about the whole situation. I tried to focus on my work; trying to immerse myself in the mundane routine of my life.

Things were changing, i had heard. Some said the situation will be better and soon the war will come to an end.

I looked out the window onto the school campus. Thick drops of rain were falling from the sky, making the atmosphere gloomy.

The class room was devoid of the sound of laughter and usual merriness. Handful of students who could still attend school were present.

"Madam?"

I turned to look at her; waiting for her to continue.

"Should we submit the assignments?" She asked placing a notebook on the table. "You said to complete it by Friday", she looked back at her friends, "We have already completed it."

"Today is Tuesday, it's it?" I said.

"No madam, today is Wednesday, the 5th", she said softly.

"Yes, if you are done working on it, you can submit your assignments", i said addressing the whole class.

The rest of the day was uneventful. By the time i was prepared to leave, the rainfall had turned into a drizzle. There were very few people outside and even fewer cars.

I walked slowly, pondering about the fact that i had forgotten the correct date, which meant that the letter must have arrived this morning.

Most shops were closed except a few selling essential items. On the opposite side of the street, stood a little confectionary shop. The delicious aroma of freshly made sweets wafted from the little door onto the street.

The sweet smell brought back a sweet memory.

The doorbell rang; i rushed to open the door. Scorpio stood with his mother and grandmother. He smiled; his sweet boyish smile lighting up his eyes.

That was the day he met my parents and i met his mother and grandmother. My parents, his mother and grandmother continued their conversation while we went upto my room.

"You have to try these, at least once (Name)", he said holding up one of the sweets in front of me.

I shook my head and smiled, "I don't like those, very much".

He insisted i will like them. That i should give them another chance. At last i agreed.

A smile of satisfaction came upon his face as i took the first bite. He was right, the sweet was warm; soft like a feather, as it melted in my mouth.

"Is it good?" He almost had a teasing tone in his voice. I wanted to refuse; say no. But how could i? He was so delighted, so happy, so close. I could softly brush my fingers against his cheek, feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers. Look into his eyes, listen to the warm, deep tones of his voice as he chuckled.

Before i knew it, i had been standing there on the street, smiling like a fool as few drops of tears, escaped the corners of my eyes.

For some reason i turned to look at the other side of the street at the confectionary shop. The shopkeeper, lady was in her 70s. Noticing me, she smiled. Her eyes were filled with warmth, even with everything surrounding us. I felt, perhaps i have known her for many years.

I pushed open the front gate and walked in. The letter had arrived. I picked it out from the mailbox.

Walking home i kept the bags on the table and quickly changed into something comfortable, before reading the letter.

My fingers shook slightly as i opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. Anticipating something horrible was still a habit that i possessed.

"I hope you are well. I am well". Reading those sentences i took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It was a relief to read those two sentences every time i opened one of his letters.

He described the situation that he had witnessed there as much as he could without getting into the more upsetting details.

'Yesterday, i saw the crescent moon. The river water held an ethereal reflection of it. I met another journalist, Mr. Roy few days ago. He had managed to acquire some (sweet's name) from a shop nearby, which we ate with tea sitting on the river bank.

I wished i could have shared them with you. The sweets were almost as good as the ones we have back home. This might seem a bit stupid to write, but i hope to eat those with you the next time i come home. And it is even more nonsensical to bring that thought in mind, given our current circumstances. Is it not, my dear? But i do believe, i have the liberty to dream, no matter what circumstances i might be in.

But i truly hope and pray to see the delightful expression on your face when we eat those again. At least one more time.

It is getting late, and my pen is almost out of ink. I will write to you soon. Take care of yourself. Do not worry. Whatever happens, must happen. Keep moving forward. I love you, forever and always. Good night, my dear.'

He had signed his name and had even drawn a little smile.

I folded the letter and kept in inside the envelope before putting it with the other letters.

Opening the packet, the warm, delicious aroma greeted me again. I could picture him sitting on the unfamiliar river bank, of the distant land, smiling to himself as he wrote the letter. I chewed softly, relishing the (sweet's name) as my lips curled up in a smile.

#star crossed myth #scm #scm fanfic #scm scorpio x reader #scm scorpio #fluffbruary 2025 #scm fanfiction #scm tauxolouve #scm karno #scm huedhaut #scm leon #scm teorus #scm dui #scm krioff #scm ichthys #scm zyglavis #scm partheno #scm aigonorus

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mairablue · 2 months ago

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"I have made my choice,” he reassures you, his thumb brushing tenderly over your knuckles. “And I will make it every day, for as long as you’ll have me.”

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Duchess' Consort

Request: Loving your Tropovenia stories ❤️ I got, 'Against Parents'. Would you please write something about Adrian and modern reader with that prompt? 🥺

AN: Hello anon, I am glad you're enjoying my silly little event! I loved writing this and would have loved to add more bg but this event is for short stories so I tried my best. I hope you like it :)

Genre: drama & royalty au ish??

Pairing(s): Alucard x female Reader

Summary: “You will have to be my consort. You will not be given the title of duke. I will be the duchess. Our children will bear my family name. Yours will be forgotten. They will never quite treat you well. Your heritage will be scorned. Your lands will be absorbed by the duchy.”

“He’s a vampire!” your father roars, his face flushing red. It’s a familiar sight, one that mirrors your own anger. Apparently, temper ran strong in the family.

“And he’s a dhampir!” you snap back, marching toward him with equal fury.

The latest argument about your relationship had now passed the two-hour mark. You were both too stubborn to yield, two sides of the same damn coin. Exhaustion tugged at your shoulders, but neither of you would back down. Not yet.

With a huff of defeat, your father finally lowers himself into his chair, rubbing his temples. “You can’t just marry the son of Dracula,” he says, his voice weary but still carrying an edge of authority. “He’s no match for you.”

“We’re in love!” You slam a glass of water back, trying to swallow both the drink and your frustration. “And it’s not like I’m abandoning my duties. I’m still here. I’m still doing everything I’m supposed to. Isn’t that enough?”

Your father shakes his head slowly. “And what?” he retorts, his tone bitter. “Sully our bloodline with a half-vampire? You’d ruin everything. Do not make me regret not seeking another heir when I had the chance. Perhaps I should have remarried, like everyone insisted...”

The words hit you like a slap, sharp and stinging. They lodge deep in your gut, twisting until your vision blurs with tears you refuse to let fall. You grit your teeth, clenching the glass in your hand so tightly you fear it might shatter.

“Worry not, Father,” you bite out through clenched teeth, your voice trembling with controlled rage. “I’ll be sure to have plenty of children with Adrian. Enough that I never have to suffer the same regrets you do!”

The room falls silent, your words hanging heavy in the air.

Your father glares up at you, his eyes hard but not without pain. He didn’t mean it, you know he didn’t. He loves you. He’s just afraid, trapped by his grief and his fears. You are all he has left of your mother, and her betrayal has carved a gaping void between the two of you. Making a weak man out of your father. One afraid of any and all gentleness.

“I will not give up on him,” you say quietly but firmly. “The duchy can deal with it. And if you can’t, Father…”

You take a deep breath, standing tall despite the tremor in your voice.

“Then I’m sure Uncle will be more than happy to step up as your heir.”

Your father’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of his brother, and you see the flash of panic before he quickly masks it with a glare. He doesn’t want to lose you, but he’s too proud to admit it. The two of you stare each other down, both unwilling to break first.

The silence between you is deafening.

Finally, your father sighs, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of years has finally caught up to him. "You’re just like your mother," he mutters under his breath.

“Thank you,” you reply curtly, turning on your heel. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You turn to leave the room before he can see the tears threatening to fall.

Once, being compared to your mother had cut deep. A wound to your pride, an insult whispered in the shadows of your childhood. The woman who abandoned her title, her duty, for the fleeting fantasy of love. The scandal had clung to you like a curse. A constant reminder of your supposed weakness.

But not anymore.

“There are conditions.”

Your father’s voice cuts through your thoughts, halting you mid-step. His tone is cold, measured, calculated like a final move in a losing game.

“For him to be with you, there are rules he must obey.”

You turn back to face him, your heart tightening. His gaze is hard, filled with the last fragments of control he refuses to relinquish. This is his last attempt to bind you to his authority, to play his final pawn.

And yet, you stand straighter. You are not the child he once manipulated with fear and duty. Whatever terms he lays out, you will not falter.

“I’m listening,” you say evenly, crossing your arms as you meet his stare. You will not cower. Not for him, not for anyone.

“You will have to be my consort. You will not be given the title of duke. I will be the duchess. Our children will bear my family name. Yours will be forgotten. They will never quite treat you well. Your heritage will be scorned. Your lands will be absorbed by the duchy.”

Your voice remains steady, though each word feels like a blade against your heart. You stand with your back to him, your eyes fixed on the blooming garden outside the window.

“It is a terrible fate,” you continue quietly. “And I have nothing to give you. But I promise, should you take this foolish gamble, I will always be on your side. We will be equals beyond titles. Our children will grow up listening to your stories, to the tales of your people. Your lands will be cared for and passed on to our second-born, who shall inherit them.”

You pause, your thoughts momentarily drifting to a dream you dare not linger on too long. It’s easy, too easy, to imagine this future with Adrian. Despite your father’s endless demands, the vision takes root deep within you.

You can see it clearly: traveling to Castle Dracula with your children. Spending Yule together in the estates of your duchy. The dream feels achingly familiar, a warmth you are afraid to grasp.

Still, you steel your resolve, pushing the dream aside as you turn to face him.

“I cannot abandon my duties,” you say, the words final yet heavy with sorrow. “But you can leave. This life... it doesn’t have to be a fate you endure, Adrian.”

The silence that follows is unbearable. It stretches out like a chasm, each second a reminder of how deeply you’ve laid bare your vulnerability. You resist the urge to take the words back, to deny him the choice, to ease his decision with false comforts.

But no. A marriage built on lies and half-truths could not survive a harsh winter, let alone the storms your future would bring. He deserves the truth, as bitter as it is. You were prepared to lose him.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

You had rehearsed this moment countless times, steeling your heart for the inevitable. You imagined his hesitation, the disappointment clouding his eyes, and perhaps even a polite, resigned farewell. You had told yourself that you would understand. You had promised yourself you would let him go if that was his choice.

But now, as the silence stretches and your heart pounds louder than reason, you realize you were lying to yourself. You weren’t prepared. You never could be. The very thought of Adrian turning away feels like a blade pressing deep into your ribs, and you hold your breath, bracing for the worst.

Then he speaks, his voice so soft you almost miss it.

“My mother’s maiden name,” he says, his gaze fixed on the steaming cup of tea in his hands. He does not look at you, as though he needs the space to steady himself. “I want one of our children to carry it as their middle name.”

You blink, stunned into silence. Before you can respond, he continues.

“I do not care for titles,” he says, his voice firmer now, each word deliberate. “All I ask is that you do not take other partners. And that you allow me time... time to learn the ways of the household. I would hate to be anything less than worthy of you.”

He sets the teacup down with a quiet clink and steps toward you. His presence is steady as he takes your hands gently in his.

At last, Adrian lifts his gaze, and you see the depth of his conviction shining in his eyes. “I have no doubt that you will not let me be wronged,” he says softly. “My fate with yours will be one of happiness. And I would be the most foolish dhampir to ever walk this earth if I gave that up for anything else.”

A sharp breath escapes you, half-relief, half disbelief. His words fill the hollow ache that had settled in your chest, and for a moment, the dream you’d been holding at bay no longer feels so distant.

“Adrian...” you whisper, your voice cracking slightly.

“I have made my choice,” he reassures you, his thumb brushing tenderly over your knuckles. “And I will make it every day, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Tears blur your vision, but this time, you don’t try to hide them. Instead, you squeeze his hands tightly and offer him a smile that holds all the love and gratitude you cannot yet put into words.

One thing you know for certain: with Adrian by your side, you’ll be better parents than either of you ever had. With him, the weight of your duties will feel lighter. Together, you will make something beautiful out of all the broken pieces you were given.

“You are a miraculous idiot,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you throw your arms around him. You cling to him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

Adrian lets out a warm chuckle, his chest vibrating gently against yours. “Marry me, maybe?” he teases softly, his arms pulling you even closer, as if he never intends to let go.

You laugh through your tears, swatting at his shoulder. “I suppose that can be arranged.”

#adrian tepes x reader #tropevania event #against the parents au #castlevania

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mairablue · 2 months ago

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Honestly, ever since becoming a fanfic writer myself I’ve become like 500% more understanding and patient about other authors’ update schedules. An author takes 6+ months to post their next chapter? Yeah, totally get that real life can get in the way. An author abandons a fic? Disappointing, but it happens- sometimes inspiration for a story just dies. An author apologizes about taking so long to post a 10k word chapter? Dude, that’s like 18-20 pages on Word single-spaced. It takes me at least a week to write an essay for school a quarter the length of that, and that’s with a deadline.

It’s probably the most important thing writing fanfic has taught me, tbh. How to fully appreciate the hard work someone else has put into their story. How important the role of the audience is to an author. And that no matter what, you are never entitled to demand more of a story that you are getting for free.

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mairablue · 3 months ago

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This is so sweet.🩷

Thank you for writing this story! 😊❤️❤️❤️✨️💐💐💐💐

"Love story"

Genre: fluff/royalty AU

Pairing: human!Karno × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: Prince Karno and princess Reader hehehehe🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Prompt: Hardcover (Day 21 January 2025)

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I huffed, flipping one more page of my book.

Karno chuckled from his chair across from me. "Bored?" He asked.

I looked up at him, watching as the tall bushes with the pink roses behind him framed his figure, the sun adding depth to his sweet eyes. "No, it's just..."

"Yeah?" He closed his book slowly and leaned in, his elbows on the table, which was set in the middle of the palace gardens.

I sighed, closing my own book as well and setting it aside, beside the porcelain pitcher with the aromatic tea. Our cups were still empty, too caught up with reading to remember pouring ourselves some. And now it has gotten cold... "I'm just having trouble connecting with the plot, is all."

"Really?" He seemed surprised, his smile faltering a little bit, though not in judgement. "How come? You seemed very excited to pick up this particular book."

"I don't know." I said, reaching for a lemon cookie, but I regretted it and put it back down, seeing as I wasn't in the mood after all. "It's like I cannot feel it. She keeps describing how she feels butterflies in her stomach when he kisses her and all, but I seem to be... Disconnected from her."

"I see." Karno nodded. "Then I shall help you get into the plot?"

Karno and I have grown up together and he's only a year older than me. And the fact that our families are political allies, is something which guaranteed that Karno and I would grow up around each other from small kids, to fully grown adults.

Reading has always been our favourite hobby and the places we choose to read in depend on the weather.

On sunny days, we choose the gardens, with the fountain. While on thunderous days, we tend to prefer the study with the comfortable sofas, the fuzzy blankets and the fireplace.

I chuckled. "I don't think you can this time."

"You're underestimating me." He said and he smiled again, though this time he had a little something in his eyes. A cunningness that would usually arise during council meetings, but also when he was planning something with me.

And while I would never admit it, Karno's sly smiles always make me lose my composure more than they should.

I had the privilege to watch him grow from a polite and sweet boy with chubby cheeks, to a tall and gorgeous gentlemen.

He drummed a rhythm on the hardcover of his book with his fingertips and smiled to himself. He, then, got up from his chair and my fingers twitched.

I hurried to hide them into my dress's skirt, so he wouldn't notice and I eyed him silently as he walked around the table.

Karno stood in front of my chair and leaned in, placing a hand on the table and the other on the armrest of my chair.

"Karno?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking, but all I could manage was just to lower its volume, as I sank back into my chair.

He smiled and leaned in more, blocking the sun. And then... Warm and then hot... A sweet and spicy taste.

Karno's tongue grazed mine and I parted my lips more for him, ensnared by his spell.

Our kiss deepened, as if he wanted me to forget my very existence—and for a moment I did forget.

For one single perfect moment, all I could think of, was his lips against mine and the ticklish feeling in my stomach.

"Felt it...?" He whispered against my lips, when our kiss ended, as if this was our little sinful secret.

"One more?" I whispered too. "To make sure?"

He smiled and then he cupped my cheeks in his hands. "As many as you like." And as his fingers tangled into my hair, the tea grew colder and a gust of warm wind caused the pages to flutter, until we lost the plot.

Not that it mattered though... When our very own love story was better and it was something you could touch and count on.

#star crossed myth #scm #scm karno #scm fanfic #fanfic scm

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mairablue · 3 months ago

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Gone was the polished, confident figure in an expensive suit who had walked in just moments earlier. Instead, you looked small, as though the weight of the world had folded you in on yourself.

As you place your order without even looking up, your mind replays the mechanics of your daily grind. The way your gaze always seems glued to your phone, your head perpetually bowed as if in servitude to the towering skyscrapers of the corporate hub that looms over your life. Every day, they press down on you, making it harder to breathe.

Loved the descriptions! ❤️

I can't thank you enough for writing this story! 😊🩷💖🩷💖

Shattered Armor

Request: @mairablue Hi 💞 Are you still taking requests for spin the wheel event about Adrian? I got the prompt, "He fell first". Can you please write a story with the prompt? Thank you!

AN: Hi friend, thanks for requesting! Please do excuse my own inner angst for this one but this was so cathartic to write.

Genre: He fell first

Pairing(s): Adrian Tepes x female Reader

Summary:Long ago Adrian had walked away from your world. World that never slept. Run by meetings, contracts, profits, grind. Adrian had left it for his mother’s cafe. To the world that smelled of roasted coffee and Mediterranean sandwiches. A glimpse of himself is perhaps what attracts him to you. Like a moth to flame, his heart follows.

Adrian remembers your coffee order as if it were etched into his mind.

Grande, half-decaf, oat milk latte with two pumps of hazelnut, one pump of vanilla, extra foam, and a light sprinkle of cinnamon on top. Exactly 135 degrees.

It was etched there from the first time you walked into his cafe. Typing away on your phone, a Bluetooth headset snug in your ear, you barely glanced at him as you rattled off your intricate order.

You had the air of someone important, busy, and detached. A person who lived in a world that never stopped spinning. Adrian had immediately dubbed you a corporate asshole in his mind.

That’s what he thought as he made your coffee the first time.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at your request, even as he worked to make it perfect. But when you tipped fifty dollars with a casual shrug and moved on without looking back, Adrian had to pause.

Who was he to judge?

When he brought the coffee to your table, he’d planned to offer you a free muffin as a gesture of goodwill after that mountainous tip. But as he approached, his words faltered.

Gone was the polished, confident figure in an expensive suit who had walked in just moments earlier. Instead, you looked small, as though the weight of the world had folded you in on yourself.

You were slumped back in your chair, staring blankly out the window. The person who’d walked in moments before had vanished, replaced by someone far more vulnerable.

Your shoulders were hunched, your hands limp in your lap, and your eyes, distant and red-rimmed, spoke of a weariness that felt all too familiar.

Adrian had frozen, caught off guard by the rawness of your expression.

He knew that look.

It was the same one he used to see in the reflection of office windows late at night. Back when his days were filled with meetings, contracts, and expectations. Back when the weight of his father’s company pressed down on his chest, even in the rare moments of stillness.

World was harsh to all. But it made itself harsher for women. It forged the might of iron to shape them into the form that it deemed acceptable.

Long ago Adrian had walked away from your world. World that never slept. Run by meetings, contracts, profits, grind. Adrian had left it for his mother’s cafe. To the world that smelled of roasted coffee and Mediterranean sandwiches. A glimpse of himself is perhaps what attracts him to you. Like a moth to flame, his heart follows.

Without a word, Adrian swapped the muffin for a sandwich. Sugar wouldn’t help someone who looked like they were barely holding it together. He set the plate down quietly, careful not to disturb you, and slipped away before you could respond.

Yet he saw it, the way you glanced down at the sandwich, brows furrowed in confusion, before hesitantly picking it up. Your movements were slow, deliberate, like someone unaccustomed to acts of care. Adrian had watched from a distance as you chewed, your expression softening ever so slightly.

You come during the quiet hours now, always slipping in like you’re sneaking moments away from something relentless. Adrian watches as you sit by the window, eyes tracing the slow crawl of traffic. He notices the way your shoulders loosen as the minutes pass, how the tension drains from your body in the comfort of the cafe’s stillness.

He doesn’t ask questions. Instead, he keeps leaving sandwiches by your coffee. Most of the time, you don’t finish them. He often finds the leftovers in the bin or in your hands as you leave, your fingers brushing crumbs from your lap.

Adrian doesn’t know why you linger in his mind. Maybe it’s the reflection of himself he sees in you, the person he once was, drowning in a world that demanded too much. Maybe it’s the quiet grief that clings to you, invisible to everyone else but glaring to him.

What he does know is that every time you walk out the door, holding a sandwich you’ll probably forget to eat, something inside him twists in ways he thought he’d left behind.

And so he keeps watching, keeps waiting. Because in the stillness of the café, he’s found something he never expected: a tie to someone who reminds him of what it’s like to need saving.

Patrick Len sent a meeting invite.

The notification flashes on your phone just as you’re about to place your usual order. The familiar chime of the Slack app makes your stomach turn, and for a fleeting moment, you imagine hurling the damned device off Mount Everest.

You suppress a groan, the simmering frustration bubbling beneath your skin. You’d just told Patrick about your lunch break, a rare and sacred 30 minutes of freedom. Yet here you are again, accepting the last-minute invite with the same resigned flick of your thumb.

This time, you put your phone on silent with a little more force than usual, slamming it onto the table and fighting back the prickling sensation behind your eyes. You will not cry. Not until the handsome barista brings your coffee, at least.

By now, Adrian has probably witnessed a dozen of your near-breakdowns. Would one more really be that surprising?

There’s something about this cafe, though something that makes it impossible to hold back the cracks in your armor. It’s far enough from the looming heights of your office, just a 15-minute drive that feels like a lifetime away. Here, you don’t have to sit under the shadow of your desk, with its endless agenda waiting to devour your soul.

Here, you can breathe, if only for a moment.

You glance out the window at children skipping home from school, their laughter floating into the street. Middle-aged women huddle together, their grocery bags heavy but their conversations light. Dogs prance by with their owners, tails wagging, paws pattering. And then there’s Adrian, the barista who brings you the best sandwiches you’ve ever had, always with a smile that feels unearned.

In this tiny pocket of the world, no one is watching for your cracks. No one is calculating the sincerity of your smile or judging the perfect precision of your project briefs.

It’s liberating and miserable all at once. Liberating to step away from the chaos, but miserable to know how fleeting it is, how high the price is for chasing your so-called dream.

A silly dream, stubborn and relentless, the kind you can’t quite let go of no matter how much it costs you.

This cafe has become your refuge, the only place you allow yourself to slip from the relentless mold of perfection. A place where you let the cracks widen, if only a little, as you sit and let the world drift by.

Yet, this cafe is where you dare to let go of your shattered armor. And allow your nurse Joy (yes Pokemon Go had some great gems here) to allow you some healing with the most amazing hummus dressings.

The $50 tips? Excessive, even by your standards. But you leave them anyway, for Adrian. For the barista whose eyes follow you with a softness you can’t quite understand, like a puppy waiting for a reason to stay close.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s why you keep coming back.

#adrian tepes x reader #tropevania event #castlevania

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