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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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Hello, bestie! ☺️👋💗 Guess who's in town? Me. And I'm sick again. 😭😭

My throat hurts REALLY badly and I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. They won't use needles or anything, but I'm still scared, because I'm really scared of doctors in general.

I wish Scorpio was there with me to help me through it.🥹🥹 Can I have a comfort fic about it, if you're not too busy? NO PRESSURE THOUGH!!! I LOVE YA!!!😭❤️❤️

SCM - Department Of Punishment

Scorpio ♏️- A Touch of Affection

A/N: I tried my best to capture the essence of your request but i think i failed badly. This story did not turn out as i had wanted it to be. Still i hope you like it. ❤️

Taking a sip of water from the glass, i once again felt the terrible pain in my throat. One that indicated i might need to see a doctor soon.

"You got the appointment?" My friend asked as i ended the call and kept my phone inside the bag.

"Yes", i replied, taking in a deep breath.

She gently covered my hand with hers and said, "I would have come with you..."

"That's alright", i said smiling at her, "I will manage."

She looked a bit unsure but returned my smile. Trying to lighten the mood she asked, "How was the movie that you went to see?"

Soon the conversation took many turns, as the theories about why the plot took a certain direction, how it affected the characters and thereby the audience were discussed. And before i knew it, i were standing in front of my house; ringing the door bell.

Mom opened the door and welcomed me inside, swiftly taking the heavy bag from my shoulders and she kept it in its place.

"How was your day, my dear?" She asked, placing her hand on my forehead.

"Good" i replied slowly.

"She can't come with you tomorrow?" She asked; aware of the fact that my outing with my friend had not gone as expected.

"No, but i will be alright."

"I would have come with you."

"But there is a meeting, which was decided in the last minute." I said ruefully.

"I am sorry." She replied, sadness and guilt evident in her voice.

I hugged her gently, "I will be fine, mom. Don't worry."

She looked into my eyes, before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. And hugged me once more.

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The next morning, i came down to the living room, to find mom and Scorpio waiting for me.

He smiled as our eyes met. Perhaps we were looking at each other far too longer than we realised as mother said sweetly, "Well, i am getting late", smiling at both of us.

"We will be on our way." Scorpio said in an apologetic tone. Stepping out of the house, he held my hand and snapped his fingers, bringing us in front of the clinic.

"Let's go inside." He suggested; waiting for my approval. I nodded my head in agreement.

Walking inside i found an empty spot on the sofa in the waiting area, while Scorpio went to speak with the receptionist.

"We have to wait here for a few minutes. They will call us soon." Scorpio said as he stood beside the sofa.

He placed his hand on my shoulder. A faint smile appeared on my face, at this silent reassurance that, i was not alone.

The lady, who was sitting beside me, stood up and slowly walked off, as she heard her name being called.

Scorpio sat beside me. He intertwined his fingers with mine. Relaxing my shoulders, i leaned against him; resting my head against his shoulder.

Thankfully there were not many people and we did not had to wait far too long.

"Miss (Y/N)."

We walked to the doctor's room. Seeing us, the doctor smiled. "Please, take a seat". He said; closing the file in front of him.

I felt my hands getting colder as he started asking me questions. It seemed like, he realised i was feeling uneasy as he spoke a bit softy and tried to smile in between questions. Unbeknownst to him, that did not help me much.

Scorpio held my hand under the table. He started to softly trace circles on the back of my hand. Which surprisingly had a soothing effect on me.

Once the doctor wrote the prescription, he handed it to Scorpio and instructed me the proper use of the medication. We thanked him and left.

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"You should take rest", mom said on the phone. "I will, ma." Saying that i hung up the phone and waited.

"I am perfectly capable of doing that, you know." I said softly as Scorpio was done putting the croissants on the plates.

He went to turn on the television. "And that too."

"I know but the doctor said."

'Please take rest miss, otherwise the symptoms might become worse.' Scorpio repeated what the doctor had said earlier as he handed me the remote and took a seat beside me on the sofa.

"Pick something, miss" he said in an almost teasing tone; his eyes filled with mischief and the boyish smile lighting his face.

"Gladly, monsieur", i replied trying my best to sound annoyed.

We found a comedy movie to watch. Which was a welcoming turn of events. The croissant was delicious, and i was glad Scorpio decided to stop by my favorite bakery down the street.

"Thank you for being there with me." I said earnestly; as he was stroking my scalp.

"Don't ever think you are alone. I will always be there with you." Saying that, he placed a soft kiss on my temple.

The rest of evening, we watched many more movies until, mom came home. Mom had brought one of my favorite dishes, which the three of us shared.

A dreadful day turned into a memorable one, as we shared many stories amongst each other.

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I love Star Crossed Myth.

Because it's a contradiction to: "Go out. The love of your life won't just appear inside your room one day!"

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Just Talk to Me Already!

Genre: a sulking Adrian and struggling reader

Summary: All it took was a friends night out, 2 shots of vodka, and fake courage of your friends with your inflated drunk ego.

You woke up with empty arms and a spectacular view of Adrian's back – spectacular but tense. As if he hadn't just pushed himself away from your embrace the moment he felt your dream fading. But you are shameless. Unfazed by his earlier retreat, your arms circled his waist again as you drew closer. However, your attempt to settle comfortably as the big spoon was thwarted as your hands were gently pushed away, and your beloved extricated himself from the bed.

Sighing, you returned to your overheated pillow, its once-cool sides now exhausted. "Well, if this isn't the consequence of your stupid loud mouth," you groaned into your pillow.

It all began with a fateful night out with friends, two shots of vodka, and your inflated, drunken ego. Spilling the steamy details of your past steamy escapades with your ex to Adrian wasn't planned, but it happened, thanks to drunk you. A week had passed since that unfortunate incident, and Adrian was still sulking.

Normally, Adrian was impervious to your drunken antics, but this was different. It had hit a nerve, making him insecure about his own abilities and your genuine affection for him.

As the memories from that intoxicated night resurfaced amid the fog of a confusing hangover, you realized the extent of the damage. Of course, you'd apologized; you might be a wild drunk, but you were a civil person. You even tried to be cute, using the coy voice Adrian adored, but it didn't work.

Undeterred, you bought flowers, sweets, and, just for the heck of it, a dagger because your beloved had a penchant for such things. However, your care package failed to elicit even a faint smile. Instead, you found the dagger stabbed into the garden floor, a display of strength you chose to ignore for your own sanity.

Turning to a more romantic approach, you wrote a poetic letter. Adrian, known for his dramatic flair, should have appreciated it, right? Wrong. Your beautifully scripted words were obscured by grocery lists, budget planning, and reminders of yearly events...he could have used the plain blank side and no you did not pout looking at it.

Not to mention, he wouldn't even share dinner with you or rescue you from the culinary monstrosity you'd created. The desire for a simple meal prepared by Adrian had never been stronger.

In desperation you resorted to your trusted technique of annoyance. "Adrian look at me," you settled next to him, scooting whenever he tried to scoot. "Adrian look at my crooked tooth, does my finger look bent to you," you followed after him the entire day like a puppy.

Until Adrian became a damn bat and flew. Even the puppy eyes failed you.

It was only last night that he tried to slip out of your room, but you caught his wrist, stopping him. "Don't go," you said seriously. "Just sleep here. Give me a chance to make it right. So come here and lie next to me, Adrian. We can't act like a divorced couple; we aren't married, to begin with."

You pulled him back onto the bed, and he, despite his strength, let you. Wrapping your arms around him, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, ignoring the fact that his hair almost made you sneeze during this supposedly romantic moment.

"I won't say I was wrong," your words made him tense under your touch. "I've had my fill of fooling around, of being an untethered kite. It's great, but Adrian," you pulled him closer, preventing him from seeing your blush. "I don't need that with you. I don't need wild fantasies or extreme pleasures, though I can't get enough of you. Just being in the same room as you is more than satisfying."

Your hands traced patterns on his back as you thought through your words, articulating your feelings for the first time in your life. "Don't blame yourself for anything, Adrian. Don't carry that burden. I could never forgive myself if I became the reason for your sorrow. I will gladly be the crux of your resentment. Just stay by my side and let me make it up…" You spoke throughout the night until your words began to slur, and you woke up to the sight of Adrian's back.

At least he was still in the bed, which you counted as a small victory. You planned your next grand gesture to win him over, but little did you know that your antics were making a certain dhampir, you resisted to face you, smile uncontrollably.

As he heard you groan into your pillow, he promised himself to savor these moments just a bit longer, practicing his poker face in anticipation of the day filled with your endearing gestures.

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A Face of Past

AN: I haven't written for Adrian in eons, so this is my attempt to get writing again. Not the best but goofy enough to be a motivator. This is for the one anon, who so kindly request me to write Adrian once again.

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Alucard x gn Reader

Summary: “You walked into my graveyard, uninvited,” he said, voice low and velvet-dark. “Sat at my gate. Spoke with my dead.”

He found you outside his castle just past midnight, bathed in moonlight and audacity.

You stood before the front gates, in front of the rotting corpses impaled on iron, still fresh with the stench of cruelty. A warning. A promise. A line not meant to be crossed.

And there you were, sitting right in front of them, talking to their bones like they were old friends.

He stepped out, unarmed, not that it mattered. His claws ached beneath his gloves. He would’ve torn out your heart before you could scream.

But you didn’t scream.

You didn’t even flinch.

Instead, you scowled into a rattling satchel of bones and relics at your side. “No. Absolutely not,” you muttered. “I’m not raising you. I told you already. I’m not dragging you across dimensions just so you can stab your cousin again.”

You paused. Sighed. Pulled out a cracked amulet and flicked it like a disappointed teacher.

“No, I will not be bribed.”

He narrowed his eyes. You… were human. Or close enough.

But no human acted like this. No mortal in their right mind sat among his victims and argued with ghosts like they were bickering siblings.

Then you turned, and screeched, hands flailing like you’d just been caught stealing from a god.

“Oh. Oh no. Right. Right, yes, you did tell me someone was watching.” You looked back at one of the corpses. “You could’ve been more specific about the giant vampire lord part.”

Your eyes flicked up to him. Embarrassment bloomed on your face, color blooming across your cheeks like spilled wine. “Hi,” you said, voice strained and breathless. “This is… awkward.”

He didn’t move.

You smiled nervously and tucked a stray bone into your bag. “So, um. These corpses kind of… called me. It happens sometimes. Restless dead, unfinished business, all that. They were asking for revenge and I just… came before they attracted someone who’d actually go through with it.”

You fidgeted with your hands. “I’m a necromancer, by the way.” You offered your hand. Held it out a second too long. Then yanked it back like you’d touched fire. “Oops. Force of habit. People don’t usually like that. The handshake thing, I mean. But, like, I have hands, so sometimes it just...”

"Enough." His voice cut through the night like a blade through fog.

Your mouth shut.

He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, eyes glowing like coals beneath the weight of centuries. “You walked into my graveyard, uninvited,” he said, voice low and velvet-dark. “Sat at my gate. Spoke with my dead.”

You swallowed. “...Technically, they spoke first.”

“And yet, here you are. Whole.”

You forced a small smile. “I mean… temporarily.”

He stared at you for a moment too long. Then, unexpectedly, he huffed. Almost a laugh. More breath than sound. “You are either very stupid,” he said, “or very dangerous.”

“Can’t I be both?” you said brightly. Then winced. “Sorry. I get sarcastic when I’m scared.”

He said nothing. Just… watched.

And something in you knew, you weren’t being hunted. You were being considered.

You looked at the dhampir. Surrounded by ghosts of past. It was a wonder, his spirit had not blended with that of the castle, like many others.

Frail yet fierce. You noted the claws, dreadful claws.

The gutted merchant on the spike reached for your robes...or his alteast his bones called for you.

Urging you to raise him in order to avenge himself by killing the dhampir.

Alucard, they call called him. Whined and groaned into the cold mist.

"You should not be living here..." you offer your obligatory free advice. "This place is brimming with resentment that is settling into your soul, my lord."

You gesture toward the wall behind him, where the name Dracul was carved deep and angry into the stone. "It’s clinging to you. Even ghosts know when it’s time to move on."

He doesn’t answer, but his jaw tightens.

You shift your weight, brushing ash from your coat. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

His jaw tenses. Slightly. But enough.

“You presume much,” he says.

You don’t answer right away.

Instead, your gaze drifts past him, up toward the dark spires of the castle, to the wind curling through the bones on their pikes. Your voice softens.

“I’ve walked through enough places like this to know when someone’s soul is trying to leave before the body does.”

Silence. He doesn’t blink.

You look back at him. Not afraid. Not amused. Something older than both. “You’re not the first one to wear that face,” you say.

He freezes.

Slowly, you reach into your satchel. Deliberate. Careful. No sudden movements. You pull out a pendant. Blackened, broken, humming softly with something old and unfinished. It pulses faintly in the dark, as if recognizing the air it was forged to die in.

You don’t offer it. You simply hold it between your fingers, like you’re reminding the night of its own memory. When you speak, your voice is quiet. Not angry. Not accusing. “You left this in me last time.”

His eyes lock on the charm. Unmoving.

You tilt your head. Your lips quirk in something too soft to be a smile. “Right before you killed me.”

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Tauxolouve held your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your trembling knuckles. "It's alright. We all need to explode once in a while. And scream and rage and cry if we need..." He smiled sweetly at you. "What matters is that we get back up. Because although it may seem pointless and too stressful to bother with now, one day, you'll be looking back at all the distance you've walked and you'll feel... Proud of yourself."

Thank you ❤️ Love the way you put these feelings into words, breathing life in them. These aren't just simple words.😭😭😭🤧

He pulled you along, bringing you to your bedroom. "Lay in bed, my little lady." He said softly, not commanding you, but gently guiding you.

His gentle words 😭🤧 I didn't think it was possible for me to love him more than i already did.

"Hardships are a part of nature too." He said softly. "I believe you can do this too." He looked down at your face and smiled. You had fallen asleep, your lips parted slightly as you breathed in a slow peaceful rhythm. Tauxolouve kissed your hair softly. "I love you. Sweet dreams."

I would re-read this story again and again. ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry to bother you at this hour. Can you please write a comfort fic, for a reader who is stressed and needs some comfort, hugs and lullaby from Louie?

"Heavy rainclouds"

Genre: fluff/comfort

Warnings: stress

A/N: Hey, sweetie!!!! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 I hope what I wrote is satisfactory enough 💌💌💌 If not, tell me and I will try to rewrite this to the best of my abilities!!🌹🌹🌹❤️❤️❤️ I'm also INCREDIBLY stressed these past few months, so I wrote this from personal experience too. All I have to say for now, is have courage!!! I LOVE YOU!!! HERE'S YOUR LOUIE!!🌹🌹🌹 And I'm so sorry for the delay!!! The days have been difficult 😞

You turned the doorknob and sunlight invaded the room, as if searching manically for something, surpassing you and warming up the hallway of the front door with morning sunlight.

"My little lady." Tauxolouve stood there with a smile, warm as the sunlight and hair a little tousled after he had apparently tried to fix them on his way here.

"You walked here?" You asked, noticing his straight lined beige pants and his white button up shirt, which was tucked loosely into the waistline of his pants, held in place by a brown belt.

He nodded, stepping into the house and leaning in to kiss your cheek, his lips soft and warm and so, oh, so comforting. "I want to get familiar with the human side of my heritage too." He chuckled.

You chuckled too, though the sound was weak and fragile, as if your heart was not meant to make that sound. As if it couldn't bear that 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

Tauxolouve pulled back slightly and eyed you, his deep gaze noticing your lack of color, the exhaustion and how tense and on edge you seemed, as if expecting something to happen again. As if your fingers were twitching to fend off something 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. He cupped your cheeks in his two big palms and his eyebrows formed downturns. "Something's wrong. I can tell."

You sighed and leaned into his gentle and tender touch. "Yes." You admitted, closing your eyes, not quite wanting to look at him while you were this vulnerable. "I'm..." You breathed in deeply and sighed, reaching out and holding onto his forearm perhaps a little too tightly. "I'm so stressed, Louie."

Tauxolouve brought your face to his and kissed you on the forehead. "Rough week?"

"More than just ‘rough’. It feel like there's no end in sight." You said. "Every single time I finish something, something else starts 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 after!" Your fingers trembled and you swallowed thickly, as you ran a hand through your hair, a nervous habit that proved of just how badly you craved to just... Crawl out of your skin.

Because maybe 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 you'll stop the stress, the racing heartbeats, the suffocation.

"I can't sleep..." You said, your hands dropping at your sides. "I can't eat. Either I don't have an appetite, or I want to puke them out afterwards, or... Or I have indigestion problems!" You threw your hands in the air. "I feel pressured from all sides! And I just 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 to keep going and keep working on things, when deep down, what I really wish to do is simply explode and 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭! And 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 and 𝘩𝘪𝘵 something—...!" You hushed abruptly and breathed in deeply.

Tauxolouve was listening patiently this whole time, his ears a willing sponge to soak up all the dirt from your thoughts, all that's been plaguing your mind and tainting your pillowcase, as if filled with thorns instead of cotton and thus you could seem to rest.

"I'm sorry, I..." You choked out, the words struggling, as if tangled in webs that kept forming and forming and not stopping, no matter how hard you tiered them apart and—

Tauxolouve held your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your trembling knuckles. "It's alright. We all need to explode once in a while. And scream and rage and cry if we need..." He smiled sweetly at you. "What matters is that we get back up. Because although it may seem pointless and too stressful to bother with now, one day, you'll be looking back at all the distance you've walked and you'll feel... Proud of yourself."

You sighed.

He pulled you along, bringing you to your bedroom. "Lay in bed, my little lady." He said softly, not commanding you, but gently guiding you.

You slipped into bed and tugged on the covers, so that they were draped over your legs, up to your hips.

"Should I close the curtains?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No. I think... I think a little sunlight might help my mood." You said quietly.

"Alright." He said and approached the bed, laying down beside you and slipping beneath the covers. "Beautiful morning today, isn't it?" He said, as he fixed the pillows, so that they were propped up against the headboard and he leaned back into them.

"Yeah." You agreed. "It's the sunniest morning so far."

"See?" He said softly, pulling you into his arms and you instinctively laid your head on his chest, his heartbeat echoing in your ear like a melody coming from a music box, whose key hasn't even been turned yet. A melody so alive, nothing can stop it from beating nor hushing. "Even the sky has its difficult days..." His voice was a hushed whisper, the only noise within your quiet bedroom. "Some days, it has to carry heavy dark clouds everywhere and water fields and gardens and refill lakes, rivers and oceans."

You hummed in response, lifting your leg and draping it over his thigh, anchoring yourself against his warmth and his caramel scent, that seemed to signify peace and a shore long anticipated after weeks of sea storms.

"Some days it too needs to cry." He whispered, lips against your soft hair, his voice like a melody that tucked itself into your heart like a handkerchief with his initials. "And then the clouds turn white again and they disappear and... The sky clears..."

You hummed sleepily, your breaths slowing down, your heart beating in a steady, calm pace.

"Hardships are a part of nature too." He said softly. "I believe you can do this too." He looked down at your face and smiled. You had fallen asleep, your lips parted slightly as you breathed in a slow peaceful rhythm. Tauxolouve kissed your hair softly. "I love you. Sweet dreams."

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Karno! 💖💖💖😭🤧

Karno's done it! AGAIN!

Results of the Kiss till Dawn event:

That means we are now guaranteed at least two more SCM stories this year:

Karno's Leading Man Award story for coming first last year in June

Another Karno story in 'summer' for him coming first in this

And in case anyone is curious where the other Gods came in this short voting event:

17th. Zyglavis (4,322 votes)

19th. Aigonorus (3,684 votes)

20th. Dui (3,665 votes)

21st. Scorpio (3,273 votes)

23rd. Ichthys (2,723 votes)

26th. Huedhaut (2,448 votes)

47th. Tauxolouve (1,297 votes)

67th. Leon (612 votes)

90th. Krioff (374 votes)

124th. Partheno (167 votes)

=124th. Teorus (167 votes)

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Bilbo is so adorable. 💓 Please write more!

Hi (*^^*) Can i request Mr. Bilbo x desi reader?

Hello! I see Bilbo as aroace, but I'll try to imagine him as demisexual.

Here goes nothing!

Most hobbits are very warm and welcoming, so are most desi people. He would be more than happy to welcome you to his hole, when he first meets you.

As you two begin to get closer, he composes poetry for you, and shares his tales with you.

He would make you tea and biscuits every evening, once you two are in a relationship.

Bilbo loves learning about other folks, so he would be very interested in desi culture.

He would be so baffled. How do you keep track of so many festivals???

Hobbits do not use too many spices in their food, so spicy food might be a cultural shock for him.

Also, the first time you wore mehendi, he would be so enchanted. He would be so in love with the smell of mehendi.

When he meets your relatives for the first time, he would be, again, baffled. Do all humans have this many relatives?

He would definitely prefer a desi style wedding for you two.

He would love to learn the languages you know.

Bilbo finds it lovely when you speak in your native language.

When you two have kids, he would definitely prefer to teach them your native language first, than his.

He would definitely have you name them all.

He's very supportive of you and loves you.

He would be a great father, teaching his children all about life in Middle Earth and beyond.

This is my first time writing for LOTR. Thank you so much for reading! Orz

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A patron came in to the library a few weeks ago looking for a copy of "The Tale of Peter Rabbit". She said she wanted to replicate Peter's coat for her daughter's rabbit. Library staff found her the book thinking she meant a stuffed rabbit. But, lo and behold, it was a real rabbit! Introducing... Melvin Rabbit!

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say what you will about the reserve bank of india these are some cracking coins

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friend ?????!?

fr iend!! !!!

im coming friend

im here i love u

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Finally you wrote it. Thank you! 💖💖💖🥺

Scorpio—dating a Greek MC and meeting her family in Greece

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I received a request, asking me to write a headcanon of Scorpio with a Greek MC. 😭🇬🇷💙🤍 Which is heavily inspired from @colourless-hydrangeas 's Teorus × Desi Reader post (I adore when people insert their cultures into their self inserts, because all cultures are beautiful 😭😭❤️❤️❤️). Also, this headcanon ended up coming out as a self insert, because I am Greek lol. Enjoy!!💙🤍💙🤍

That's ⬇️ the temple of Poseidon, btw. It's located in Sounion. I've been there. It's beautiful. I was looking for the pictures I took myself, but I can't find them. So have one from Pinterest instead. 😭😭

You think Scorpio has anger issues??? Have you seen a Greek on the road???

MC's grandma will see him and say how beautiful he is and then her mom will go: "Spit him! You'll give him the bad eye!" And then grandma will proceed to say "ftou ftou" and move her three fingers in a cross motion.

If he starts yawning during dinner, people will say he has a bad eye and the grandma will call some cousin of hers for "xematiasma". Then, she'll hung up and tell Scorpio not to sleep, until the xematiasma is done, or else the bad eye will get worse. 🧿

20 minutes later—"Scorpio, my boy, shift in your chair for the xematiasma to work."

He's a new face entering a Greek household. Which automatically means, everyone screaming (like Greeks always do) and panicking, because the food needs to be a culinary masterpiece, because a Greek's pride and honour, is the ✨food✨.

Scorpio soon finds out that he can basically convince his Greek girlfriend of anything if he goes through her stomach.

His plate will be so full, the contents are rivaling the Burj Khalifa in height.

"Grandma, maybe he doesn't want to eat that much—" "Shut up. He's so THIN! And if he doesn't want to eat everything, I'll pack them in a bowl and he can take it home."

If he's coming to Greece during Easter, MC will have to warn him about the numerous stern faces eyeing him to see his first reaction to Magiritsa.

One time I ate 3-4 plates of Magiritsa in one sitting and then I slept and snored like a fucking monster. So if he doesn't want it, meh. More for me.

A grandpa who never finished elementary school and wants to teach Scorpio about the different dialects in all parts of Greece, of course, cannot be missing from this table.

EVERYONE at the table is going. "Scorpio, do you want Feta?" "Scorpio, do you want wine?" "Tzatziki?" "You ate your feta, you want more?" "You want music?" "That lazy daughter of mine forgot to give you more feta?! (Name)!! Quit eating with ten jaws and give your boyfriend some feta!"

(Name): *whispering to Scorpio*: "For the love of god, if you say you don't want any more Feta, the table will explode and the eldest will die of a heart attack. Just suck it up. Gods can eat a lot. It's okay."

And of course everyone is yelling.......... Because that's what ✨🇬🇷Greeks🇬🇷✨ do.

MC will also have to warn Scorpio before hand that, if suddenly, her grandparents start throwing plates and glasses on the floor and breaking them... He must not worry. That's how they're having fun.

If Scorpio breaks something by accident, they'll just say it's "Gouri" (good luck) and pat his arm.

Also... Lots of politics and swearing. And anger.

So much anger.

So much yelling.

Now, judging people based on their country's stereotypes is not okay........ BUT, AS A GREEK, I CAN PROMISE YOU, WE GREEKS ARE THE STEREOTYPES!! SO YOU HAVE MY BLESSINGS TO BELIEVE ANY STEREOTYPES YOU HEAR ABOUT US. BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL TRUE

"Μαλάκα" = Malaka = a Greek's favourite word to use everywhere, in any order. A word that defies grammar and gender and everything in between. ✨Malaka✨

Also, "μούτζα" = "moutza". It's basically a vulgar gesture where you keep your fingers spread and your palm out and you point it to a person....... Here's a video about it.

Plus, a big talk about Greece's history, starting from Ancient Greece and going through all the wars and the national days, our traditions and EVERYTHING.

"Idk what this useless daughter of ours has told you, but have you ever heard of the Kalikatzari that come during Christmas and cause havoc in the kitchen? So it's a Greek tale, about Jesus and—"

Scorpio will be enjoying all sorts of traditional dishes. Like. Gemista, Saganaki, pasta with Kima, SEA FOODS!!!!, a BUNCH of meat to last a lifetime, Dolmadakia, Spinach Pie, Cheese Pie, Magiritsa.

+ if he's coming during Christmas: Melomakarona and Kourabiedes.😭✨🙏✨😭 And Vasilopita😩✨

AND SOUVLAKI!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF A VISITOR DOESN'T EAT SOUVLAKI THEY'RE NOT LEAVING GREECE OMGGGGG!!!!

"Let me tell you about olives—" 🫒

Have you noticed that I'm just talking about food this whole time and Scorpio meeting her family around a table?..... What did I tell you about Greeks being all about food???

Also, if Scorpio and MC decide to leave, her mom will 10000% yell say "BRING A JACKET WITH YOU!!!" Is it 40°C outside??? Yes. Will she still tell you to bring a jacket with you??? Yes.

Basically...

We're loud.

We have WAY too much anger to fit in a mere mortal body.

Too much cheese and meat in EVERY. SINGLE. DISH.

And did I mention; WE'RE LOUD AND ANGRY!!! :DDDDDDDD

And we're BIG, HUGE foodies.

But we're welcoming. And warm. And it doesn't matter where you come from, a Greek will love to show you their culture and will consider you part of our already huge enough families the moment you learn to say "Malaka".

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And they'll feed you until you pop like a bomb. :DDDDD✨✨✨✨

Until next time I want Souvlaki BYEE!!!!!😭😭🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹🌹❤️❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹

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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

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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. 

[mairablue]

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

[mairablue]

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..."

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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.

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.