SCM - Department Of Punishment

SCM - Department Of Punishment

Scorpio ♏ - Home Where The Heart Belongs

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

A/N: This has turned a bit more bittersweet than fluffy. Still i hope you enjoy reading this! 🥺💞

Prompts: potatoes | blue | glass

7th February, 2024

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Cool breeze flowed inside the kitchen from the window. The sky turning a bright shade of orange as the Sun was gradually setting.

The finely chopped onions, and potatoes cut in half made sizzling sounds, coming in contact with the hot oil on the saucepan.

-

"Thank you." Scorpio said as he paid the shopkeeper. Putting the box in his bag, he walked to the railway station.

-

You were busy setting the table; as your eyes wandering to the wall clock over and over again.

The restlessness in your heart increasing with each passing minute. For 3 months you have waited patiently. But now this pain feels unbearable.

Suddenly the ringing sound of the doorbell was heard. Finally, he is here.

You opened the door as rapidly as you could and hugged him tightly. Almost making him stumble.

Scorpio chuckled and picked you in his arms; tenderly kissing you.

"I missed you." you said, the overwhelming feeling of separation coating your voice. Scorpio held you against his chest,"I missed you too, love." He was better at hiding his emotions. You two stayed in each other's embrace for a few minutes, before slowly letting go.

"Something smells delicious." he commented as he walked in the living room. "It's a surprise, sir." you said jokingly. "Alright then." he replied cheerfully.

-

Scorpio walked into the dining room. His hair was still slightly wet. Few drops of water dripped down from them and soaked into his white shirt, whose two buttons from the top were kept open.

He sat down on a chair. You sat next to him.

Taking a spoonful of Biriany, he brought the spoon to his lips. Closing his eyes he softly chewed. The corner of his lips curled up,"I haven't had a home cooked meal in months", pausing to take another spoonful of Biriany in his mouth. " Thank you for cooking, love." You had known about his love for Biriany for a long time.

"I hope this is to your liking as well." saying that you filled a glass with Pomegranate juice from the pitcher.

His eyes lit up seeing the reddish liquid in the glass. Pomegranate was one of his favorite fruits, after all. And to get fresh Pomegranate juice, after three whole months of almost fasting and surviving off junk food, he indeed considered himself to be fortunate.

"I can't thank you enough." he said as he chugged down the glass of juice.

Once you two had finished eating, he helped you with washing the dishes. Deciding to continue your conversation in a much relaxed space, you lead him to your bedroom.

He wrapped his arm around you as you leaned your head against his shoulder. "How are you? How is work going on?" he asked.

"I am fine...," you sighed, "as fine as i can be without you. As for work, some students are dropping out."

"How long will you stay here?" you asked. The concern about his well-being too evident in your voice.

He remained silent for a few seconds,"Probably a week." Neither of you knew how to continue the conversation from there. He couldn't promise you anything. He knew that deep in his heart. And the one thing that you prayed for; every passing moment of the day, was his safety. That was all you wanted.

As a war correspondent, he never knew when or if he will ever see you again. Or the letter he sends to you, at the end of each month, is going to be the last one you ever receive from him. These thoughts clouded his mind, until he noticed his bag kept on the study table.

He opened the bag and took out a gift wrapped box and handed it to you. "Open it." he said.

A gorgeous silk dress, blue in colour, awaited for you. The fabric cool against your hand as you held it. " This is expensive!" you exclaimed. Your voice filled with slight panic as you knew, without a doubt, that a dress like this would cost a fortune.

"Why? How?" were the only two words that came out of your mouth.

Scorpio placed his hands on your shoulders, "Today is our 4th anniversary. I wanted to propose to you, but considering the current circumstances, i can't promise you a future... yet."

"I love you. I can't imagine a life without you. I don't know what tomorrow holds for us but for today let us be happy. " he said, holding your hands in his, trying his best to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow.

"I love you too." you said and kissed him.

The tiredness slowly desended as your eyelids started to feel heavy. He too felt the need to rest after the tiresome journey of the day.

Lying next to you, he started stroking your hair. No matter what happens tomorrow, you two will always have each other's company, with this promise you drifted off to sleep. Soon enough he fell asleep as well.

A blushing Zyglavis! 😌✨✨✨💖

"Sweetness on your lips"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Zyglavis × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: Hello hello people🤗💖💖 I love you all! I'm working on fics as I'm posting the fluffbruary ones. The first thing I'll post is a comfort request I got. That's something I can say for sure right now. I'm sick🥲 Again.🥲. Soooo, yeah, I'm holding on as best as I can. (Leon and Scorpio would call me weak and they'd be right ngl. My body's so weak, I get sick so easily.)

Prompts: tie | embarrassment | dessert (Day 6/2024)

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Music filled up the room, soft and melodic and you could see Zyglavis' shoulders relaxing visibly. "Better?" You asked, reaching out for his large hand across the table.

He nodded, taking a sip of his wine. "I suppose." His facial expression softened, his dark eyes appearing kind and his eyebrows relaxing, along with his lips, which formed a tender smile "Every minute I spend with you does wonders to my mood."

You smiled and your eyes squinted a little at that. "That makes me glad." You sighed, looking down at the wedding ring decorating his finger.

"What's the matter, my goddess?" Your husband asked, expression worried.

You shook your head, some loose strands of hair swaying lightly. "It's nothing, just... Well. It's not nothing. I was thinking you've been working a lot lately. Is everything alright?"

"Oh," His eyebrows rose slightly, acknowledging your point. "have you been feeling neglected?"

"It's not about me, I'm worried about you." You gave his hand a squeeze, your temperatures mixing and sending a sweet shiver down your spine. "I'm scared you might be stressing a lot and overworking."

Zyglavis smiled softly at your words and raised your knuckles to his lips, pressing three gentle kisses there. "You're too good for me." He chuckled softly and traced circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. "But I'm a god, I don't have the limits of a human. Thus, you don't need to fret over my health."

You placed your second hands on the table as well, enveloping Zyglavis' hands in yours, though barely covering them. "I know that, but you're my husband. In the end of the day, I will be worried. It doesn't matter that you're a god, worrying about you comes natural. Worrying means I care and that I care means I love you."

Zyglavis sighed and stared deeply within your eyes. "What am I going to do with you. You're too lovely for this world."

Your conversation, came to interrupt the waiter, who carried over your desserts and politely placed them before you on the table. "Would you like anything else?"

"No, thank you." Zyglavis answered for the two of you, slipping a tip to the waiter, who accepted graciously.

You peered over at his plate, your jaw shivering at the mere sight of the chocolate dessert. "It looks delicious."

Zyglavis gathered some chocolate onto a spoon and held it out for you. "Want some?"

"If I may." You nodded, leaning in a little, so he could bring the spoonful to your lips. Sweetness coated your tongue and your eyebrows rose, the taste causing your mind to spin pleasantly. "That... Is indeed delicious."

"I'm glad you think so." He smiled, placing his spoon on his plate. "So can I have some of yours?"

You smiled, immediately picking up your own silverware. "Of course." Once a piece of your cheesecake was neatly steady upon the slope of the spoon, your eyes met your husband's. "Here, have some." You said, carefully bringing it to his mouth.

His lips closed around the spoon, yet a drop of cream remained on the corner of his lips, as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the dessert. "Yours is of very fine quality as well." He said, nodding slowly in approval.

"Zyg." You said his name softly and he looked at you from across the table, humming to let you know he was listening. "You have some cream on your lips."

His eyes widened momentarily, their dark grey color sucking in the moonlight slipping in through the window of the restaurant. He reached for the handkerchief to clean the sweet mark off of him, but before he could attempt to, you placed your hand upon his, halting the flow of his movements.

"Stay still." You simply said, before your fingers gripped his tie and you tugged on it, bringing him closer. Your lips locked, sealing his and you felt the breath of his nose tickling your cheek. You hummed into his mouth, your tongue slipping against his, your eyes closed softly.

Your fingers unclenched around his tie and your eyes opened again, your gaze meeting with the endless abyss of dusted iron his eyes were.

"Now now," His tie slipped out of your hand and you returned to your previous straight posture on the chair. "it's gone." A sly smile spread across your lips, as you watched the blood rush to his porcelain face. You giggled gently. "Everything okay?"

Zyglavis coughed, pretending to be clearing his throat, as his gaze went about the room in awkwardness and embarrassment. He sighed shakily. "You never fail to surprise me, I must admit."

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Sometimes I feel weirdly and openly liberated, as if I am just a visitor, a passerby, a traveller seeking another destination soon, who is enamored by various sights until she has to go to the next, and then there are days where the journey feels deeply lonely, and all I want is to light a fire at night, and talk to a few people, listening to their stories, and sharing mine, until the sun comes over, and my eyes still possessing a waking gleam of life.

Beauty. Poetry. Passion. Romance.

Then one day, it feels to be limitless, to be a God, a flawed God, but God nevertheless. Immortal, and undefined, surrounded by the best and the worst, yet nothing attaches to this flesh of mine for long, because immortality weaves into my soul fitted in a mortal cage. To watch people and their stories, and never be a part of one, to witness smiles and tears of one, until you meet the next character, the next tale and life flits by, you never earned a friend or foe, because all relations end with death.

And then this loneliness of either the passionate artist or the flawed god clouds me. The great Void beckons me closer, and I leap, my soul finding home in the vast clear void.

All there is left is an old parchment, a God's brush and a body of a character, I can recognize from a recent story.

Mine.

SCM - Department Of Wishes

Tauxolouve ♐- Good Night, My Love

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

A/N: I was half asleep while writing this. Hopefully it turned out alright.😅 I hope you like reading this.

Prompts: reflection | water | apology

11th February, 2024

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The bag hung low on your back, as if all the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Why did the bag feel so heavy on days when there was a lot of work to do? You wondered.

Opening the door and dropping the bag on the sofa you sat down. Hands resting on your side, eyes closed, head leaning against the backrest of the sofa. You inhaled and exhaled until you felt a bit better.

You took a quick shower. Brushed your hair, putting it in a loose ponytail. Staring at your own reflection in the mirror, you notices the dark circles that have started to form under your eyes. Your lips looked slightly pale and chapped. Putting on some moisturizer; you went back to the living room to collect your bag.

Bringing it in your room.

-

The reflecting pool was softly glowing, as the wishes were being swiftly granted one by one.

"You seem to be, in a hurry." Aigonorus commented.

"I am going out with, (Name) tonight." Tauxolouve replied before directing his attention back, at the paper in his hand.

Aigonorus nodded his head, "Where are you two going?" he asked.

"We haven't decided yet. But there is a movie that she was telling me about last month." The corners of his lips curled up as soon as the words escaped from his lips.

They stayed silent for the next half an hour.

"Have fun." Aigonorus said smiling; as Tauxolouve was about to leave. "We will." Tauxolouve said, smiling back at Aigonorus.

-

You slowly opened the door. A bright smile adorned his face. But that smile soon disappeared as his eyes fell on you. You smiled at him; still the tiredness was visible on your face.

He walked in the living room, softly closing the door behind him. You broke the silence, "I am sorry. We got some assignments today. I will need at least 4 hours to write all of that. I can't go out tonight." You apologized. The plans were made three weeks ago, when you both found a little off time in your respective schedules.

"Don't apologize, little lady." Tauxolouve softly caressed your face,"Moreover i wanted to spend some time with you; whether we go out or not." His voice was reassuring.

You nodded your head; unsure of what to say. This is not how you had, envisioned to spend the evening with Tauxolouve. But you were not complaining. How could you after all? Not seeing him for three weeks had been more agonizing than you were willing to admit. You gently hugged him.

The window was partially open, allowing the soft glow of the setting Sun into the room.

The generally organized study table, was messy. Three books, an opened notebook and a few pens and pencil were scattered on it.

Picking a book from the shelf, Tauxolouve sat down on another chair. You sat on your chair and started writing.

Time flew by swiftly; six more pages and it will be done. "( Name )?" Tauxolouve softly called out your name, offering you a glass of warm water. Taking the glass from him, you drank the water slowly.

Ten minutes later, you closed your notebook, books, and pen. Yawning, you stretched your arms a bit.

You walked downstairs and sat down on a chair in the dining room. "What did you get?" you asked.

"Soup, vegarable fried rice... they also told me to take some potato curry, so i bought that too. I wasn't sure what else to get." He replied sheepishly.

"Thank you." you said. You two ate in silence.

Lying on the bed, he started stroking your hair. "How have you been?" you asked.

"I was very busy. Perhaps the most work, i have done in months." He signed softly at the thought of the past three weeks.

"You were looking forward to this date..." you said quietly. "I wish the teachers would have told us sooner about those assignments."

"(Name), i don't want to go on dates, or watch movies, or go to the Cafe, or to the park. I like doing all of that because i get to experience them with you. If you are not there, then none of those activities seem interesting to me anymore." His reply was earnest.

"I wanted to see the movie with you tonight. I don't know when we will get some free time again." you said. Your eyes focused at the ceiling. "I missed you." you added. His cheeks turned a slight shade of red as you said that.

"I missed you too, my darling." He said. You rolled over on your side. Your eyes locking in with his. "I love you." you said softly; bringing your lips to his cheek.

His heart skipped a beat as the stars in his eyes glowed brighter. "I love you too." He said, holding you close. " We can spend some time tomorrow in the afternoon, if you want to." He suggested. "I would love that." you said. "Good night, my love." Was the last thing that you heard as sleep overtook you.

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Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic (4th Feb): Picture Perfect (Tauxolouve/MC)

Title: Picture Perfect

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T

Pairing: Tauxolouve/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 1,251

Written for Prompt: February 4 : camera | lush | beau @fluffbruary

February 4th: Picture Perfect (Tauxolouve/MC)

During her lunch break at the planetarium, ___ sighed softly to herself.

“___?” Hiyori asked, putting her own lunch down for a moment. “Is something the matter?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just we’ve been rather busy recently and so has Lou so we’ve not seen each other much at all these past few weeks.”

Hiyori frowned a little. “True we have been rather busy with this event, but last week was rather quiet…”

“Yes, but last week wasn’t quiet for Lou,” ___ murmured.

“Typical,” Hiyori muttered. She then looked curiously at ___. “You know I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you mention what he actually does.”

___ nearly choked on her food. “Does that matter?”

“... No I suppose not. It’s just the way he acted that first time he was here…”

“Oh, that,” ___ replied, now smiling. “I told you before, don’t worry about that. Lou isn’t really like that.”

Hiyori smiled back with a glint in her eyes. “Why not tell me more about what he’s really like then? The times I’ve seen him pick you up it seems as though he acts like a gentleman.”

“That’s because he is,” ___ insisted back with a look of love in her eyes. “He acted like that even before we were dating.”

“Of course he did,” Hiyori replied with a grin. “He was clearly interested in you from the start after all.”

___ sighed. “There’s more to it than that.”

Hiyori nodded. “I understand. Okay then if you’re missing each other so much how come I’ve not seen any photos of you two together? If I had a boyfriend as handsome as Tauxolouve I’m sure I’d be showing him off.”

“Hiyori!” ___ snapped, blushing a little. “Don’t let your own boyfriend hear you say that.”

“Oh you know what I mean,” Hiyori replied. “Don’t avoid the question.”

___ thought for a moment, wondering how to explain that the Gods didn’t have cameras. Not that that should have stopped her from taking some. So why hadn’t she?

“___ ?”

“Oh! Sorry!” ___ blurted out, startled back out of her thoughts. “I guess… Lou really enjoys sketching and painting. I suppose I’ve never really felt the need to have a photo of us when he has all these wonderful drawings…”

“But the way you got lost in your head just now… you’re wishing you had taken some, huh?” Hiyori asked knowingly. “You should have a photo of you and your beau.”

___ laughed at this point. “Beau? Isn’t that rather old fashioned?”

“It fits his personality though doesn’t it?” Hiyori replied, unfazed. “Besides you should have a nickname for him, you clearly enjoy the one he has for you.”

Initially confused, ___ blinked as she realised what Hiyori was referring to. She forced a smile. “Yes, I suppose if I didn’t like the term little lady I’d have told him to cut it out by now,” she murmured. “Though I’m not sure Lou will even know what that term means.”

“Surely that’s even better though?” Hiyori retorted. “As long as he understands it as a term of endearment that’s all that matters.”

As ___ went to respond, she caught sight of the time out of the corner of her eye. Their break was nearly over. “Hiyori, I think we better concentrate on our lunch if we actually want to eat it.”

“Oh! Right!”

***

That evening, ___ and Hiyori left the planetarium at the same time. As they stepped outside, ___ broke into a run as she saw Tauxolouve waiting.

Steadying her as she almost tripped, Tauxolouve smiled brightly and tilted his head. “Careful now, little lady. I’m glad you’re so excited to see me but let’s not hurt ourselves in the process.”

Hiyori looked over to them with a wide smile. “It’s almost as though you’re psychic. ___ spent all lunch time talking about you and how little you’d seen each other recently.”

“Hiyori!” ___ snapped, clinging to Tauxolouve in embarrassment.

Tauxolouve, however, simply smiled again. “I wondered why my ears were burning,” he replied with a slight chuckle. He then took ___’s hand in his own, his expression more worried. “She’s right though, it has been rather a hectic few weeks for us both.”

“I’ll get out of your hair,” Hiryori replied in understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow ___! Don’t forget to tell him about what we talked about!”

After Hiyori had left with that parting shot, ___ looked uneasily up at Tauxolouve, swallowing at the questioning gaze he was now giving her.

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

“I… it’s just a silly thing really…”

Tauxolouve smiled kindly. “I doubt anything you want to talk about, no matter how small, can be classified as silly. We’ve got all evening. Take your time.”

“... Hiyori was wondering why we didn’t have any photos of us.”

“Photos?” Tauxolouve asked, his expression a little blank now.

___ nodded and took out her phone. “I think I’ve probably mentioned them before, but not why we have them. It’s a form of keeping memories alive and being able to show other people…”

As she tried to explain, Tauxolouve squeezed her hand gently. Taking in the information, he nodded in understanding. “In a way, it sounds like another form of art…”

“Some people do do photography professionally,” ___ replied. She then looked curiously at his expression. “You got something in mind?”

“I do. Originally I was thinking to paint but maybe this’ll work as well. Hold on.”

Making sure she was gripping him tightly, Tauxolouve raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

***

Once ___ had reoriented herself from being teleported, her eyes widened at the lush greenery and array of colours spread out in the fields in front of her. There seemed to be acres of land, all covered with tulips.

“Where on earth are we?” ___ breathed, looking around with wonder.

“Amsterdam, I think?” Tauxolouve replied, a little unsure himself. “I would not even know of this had it not been for a Wish I’d had to grant earlier this week.”

___ smiled brightly, overjoyed. “It’s so pretty,” she commented, not sure she’d ever fully get used to the fact that the Gods could teleport her anywhere in the world in mere seconds. “You’re right, this’d be a nice place to get a photo… oh but I guess I better wait a while before showing Hiyori it. I’m not sure I’d be able to explain how we were able to take it so quickly.”

Tauxolouve laughed lightly, before helping ___ to carefully step further into the fields of flowers. “I suppose that’s true enough. We can take something at home too if you want.”

“Of course! I’d love that!” ___ responded happily. 

Now in the middle of the flowers, ___ got her phone out as Tauxolouve wrapped an arm around her waist. Lifting it up so she could get both of them in shot on the front-facing camera, she took a couple of photos.

About to take a third, just to make sure, she almost dropped her phone in surprise as Tauxolouve suddenly kissed her on the cheek.

Putting it away instead, she turned to face him. “... Lou…” she mumbled.

Tauxolouve smiled softly at her, before pulling her into a tender and loving kiss.

When they broke away for air, he glanced around once more. “Yanno what… maybe I will paint this scene as well. You don’t mind, do you?”

___ smiled brightly and hugged him tightly before kissing him again briefly. “Of course not!”