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.

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

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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.

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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.

Aigo is so adorable!!! 😭🤧🥺❤❤❤

Thank you my hero. ✨✨😌

"Rescue you"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Aigonorus × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: I hope you enjoy this🥺💗💗💗💗 I admit I haven't written much much Aigo, so I hope it's good enough.

Prompts: rescue | inertia | lullaby (Day 5/2024)

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The tap water was running freely, unwavering, alas your hands were still and the flow washed away the soap that covered your hands in a cloud of white bubbles.

The glass slipped from between your fingers and your shoulders jolted, when you heard it hitting the bottom of the sink, awaking your lethargic mind, that wished to be in a deep slumber, instead of doing chores.

You grabbed the glass and inspected it, the cool droplets of water streaming down your forearm. You sighed, relived it had not broken and once you picked up the sponge, you squeezed it and resumed to rubbing the glassy surface.

Your eyelids were droopy, as if your eyelashes were the added weight and yet your hands kept on moving in a state of inertia. You yawned, turning off the tap and wiping the glass dry, before placing it on the drier with the rest of them.

"Why are you here?" A quiet voice reached your ears, its tone sounding tired and curious.

"I need to finish washing these first." You answered, turning to stare at your husband, who stood at the kitchen's doorway, the faint orange light bringing a soft glow to his features and casting shadows on his nose, chin and neck. "And then..." You made a long pause, a yawn escaping your lips. "And then I can come to bed."

Aigonorus' eyebrows furrowed. He acknowledged your desire to work for what you wanted, but at the expense of sleep...? He couldn't accept that. His heart whispered in his ear and he was sure of his decision. He raised a hand and with a snap of his fingers, the dishes and the silverware were washed and already dry.

Your head spun towards him. "Aigo, it's fine. Don't waste your energy on such things."

He shook his head, his dark hair swaying slightly as well. "No, I will." He walked up to you and took you in arms, which smelt of sugar and candy. "I am rescuing your sleep."

You chuckled softly and closed your eyes, resting your temple against his chest. "Recuing my sleep...!" You smiled, squeezing him tightly in your arms. "Thank you, you truly are my hero."

He smiled, his chin settling upon your head.

The two of you enjoyed the silence that overflowed the room of your house, his heartbeat like a lullaby to your exhausted senses.

"Hey..." He breathed. "Wanna go to bed now?"

But no answer followed, leaving his question wander in the empty atmosphere.

"(Name)?" He asked again, his head angling to peer down on you. He sensed your legs give out beneath you and your body swayed into his arms. You felt safe, knowing he'd be there to catch you and hold you close. He chuckled lightly. "See?" He spoke to himself. "I did rescue your sleep after all."

If they were gonna insert a female character into the Hobbit films that wasn't in the book it should have been Dis and no one can change my mind about this

stop playing it cool, just be passionate and intense and insane and whoever sticks around is meant for you

Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

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.