Somehow, by some miracle probably granted by the three sages themselves, you ended up with not one but TWO knights as your partners... Whilst one or the other was often busy with work, the only time you'd find time to meet is after work where all three of you would be exhausted.
But today was different, today both of these men have found themselves in the labyrinth below the assembly where books and records and missions reports of all kept, managed by the lovely records keeper; You!
"Oh- oh why are the both of you- don't you have work?" You asked, it was a very unusual sight, considering the fact that your relationship with each other was still private. Utowin was the first to speak up smiling, "For once! Our lovely commander has decided to give its 'hardest working knights'," Easthies scoffed and rolled his eyes, "A lovely break for the day!" Utowin said, leaning on the counter of your booth as he gave a smug looking smile. You didn't say anything, instead turning to your second partner and gave him a questioning look. He coughed, clearing his throat as he stepped forward as well, "Well, as there is nothing to do today... And no one was interested in sparring, I made a unanimous decision for all of us to come down here and brush up on the basics for the day. There is nothing wrong in touching up on our old spells and rules."
You still looked a little surprised, but Easthies still had his strict working face on as you watched him yoink Utowin back by his clothes, saying again to reassure you, he knew this was sudden and they both didn't mean to scare you with their arrival. "We are still on duty of course, and we have no intention to interrupt your work, I will make sure he doesn't." You let out a relieved sigh but before you say anything Utowin is already protesting as he's being dragged away, complaining to Easthies about ruining the fun and throwing flying kisses your way... "Al-Alright then...huh..." You say under your breath as you watch the funny pair of your boyfriends walk away.
In the Labyrinthian halls where you work, you're taking a small magical item to brighten your path as some of the lights in this area have dulled over time, using it to rearrange old records back in its place. As you read through the titles you suddenly hear a pair of foot steps closing in and before you could scream- A hand wraps around your mouth and waist, and as you look up and struggle it's Utowin that's muffling your shouts. He calms you down, keeping his voice down. "Sorry sorry-! Didn't mean to scare you-!" You feel him take his hand from your mouth as you berate him, whisper shouting. "Utowin! By the Sages- don't grab me like that!" You protest trying to move away from him to put some distance but he doesn't let up.
He pulls you close to him, his arms naturally finding his under your clothing to feel your skin, it was always a bad habit of his he couldn't restrain in public. Whether it was his fingers finding its way underneath Easthies gloves whilst on duty or his lips kissing the back of your neck whilst you cooked, he always did this. He teased "Grab you like this?" his hands moved higher, "Just the way you like it?"
He knew what he was doing as he spoke like that although he did notice your slight discomfort and leaned down to kiss the crown of your head to let you calm down from the scare... As he leans further into you, whispering against the side of your face and trailing his lips into the crook of your neck, you hear him say, "Perhaps you can lend your lover some mercy? He did miss you after all." He started, he knew the way to get you up was to pamper you and tease you, and that he did. Listening to you speak as his hands moved higher, your voice shaky "It's just...I'm working dear... We can get caught..." Utowin mumbles in your ear with each syllable of his words a movement of his hands, the last word, fondling your breasts through your bra as you grip his arms. "And so what if we get caught? Can't everyone see how much I love touching you...? Holding you? Squeezing your perfect tits in the dark?" His tone was instigating, but he knew you couldn't say anything back to criticize considering the fact that this was turning you on.
You finally decided to turn your head back, feeling your lovers lips on your own, Utowin kissing back a bit desperately as he let out a soft grunt. Groping your tits harder and making you arch your back. The both of you sharing spit as the fire that burned in the magical item couldn't compare to the heat between the both of you. And just as your tongues started to add to the filthy noises in these quiet halls, you hear it. The both of your heads snapping forward to the man in front of you, scowling.
"Filthy." Easthies says, his arms crossed over his chest as you both turn towards him. You, hazy from the kiss and Utowin smirking at him. "Oh you're just jealous of me finding our pretty girl first." Easthies walks forward with an obvious upset hum, not willing to admit that the only reason he even came back here was to find you. He grips Utowin's hair as he pulls him forward, the light showing the anger in his face. "What are you doing? We're on duty," Easthies scowls at him as he directs his attention at your flushed features, his tone going a bit softer,. "And you're working as well. What if you get caught?"
Utowin sighs but looks down at you, a little idea popping into his head as he removes his hands from underneath you and grips the edge of your blouse, lifting it up to reveal your chest to Easthies as hes quick to lean in, covering you from any other gaze. "Have you- have you gone mad?" He gasps but his eyes widen, whether In arousal or surprise, as you make the effort to pull your bra down, exposing your breasts to the cool air as Easthies gulped. "The both of you-" You cut him off. "Like we have time to be intimate every other day- rather now when we have energy. Than later when we're too exhausted to even talk to each other."
Easthies looked down at both of you, you and your soft breasts poking out, the slight arch you made against Utowin as he kept your blouse up whilst pressed behind you, the scruff of his chin disappearing into your hair as his breaths were heavy and obviously aroused. And then, you both smiled as your partner gave into your whims, his hand cupping your teat as he leaned down to suck at your chest. The slight tint on his face apparent as he heard the little whines you make while the both of them ran their hands over the top of your body. In this quiet dark space, letting the both of them have their way with you...
(A/N: im not sure if i should continue this so let me know if you guys want a part 2 :")
Thinking about a Easthies who'd be so stressed out and tired from his day but notices that you were more affected than he was. How your hair was noticeably frayed, how you didn't care to change your dirtied and slightly tattered uniform between shifts, how your fingers had burns from spells and your eyes had familiar bags under its eyes.
Thinking about a Easthies who pulls you into his room to talk after work, quietly gripping your arm as you walk back to your rooms and making sure no one noticed as he did so.
Thinking about a Easthies who lets you vent your frustrations about the day and about him and sits quietly staring at you, nodding at your words and listening to you, a sharp contrast compared to when you were working.
Thinking of an Easthies who makes out with you on his bed softly, bringing down on the sheets while his hand splits apart your legs, moving down to your clothed cunt to give it the attention it needs.
Thinking about a Easthies who didn't even take your pants off and slid his hand underneath your panties while he sucks on your tongue, silencing your mewls and whines as he starts to rub your needy cunny, feeling how wet you were through out all your frustrations.
Thinking about an Easthies who pushed your pants and panties down just so his fingers can hit the right spot every damn time, your slick walls pulsing around his digits as he finger fucked you so hard that it palled in comparison to the gentle way he was kissing you.
Thinking about a Easthies who only pulled his mouth away when he was about to make you cum, wanting to hear his name on your lips as you moaned shamelessly as your leaders fingers curled into you, watching while your head pushed itself into his other hand he held you by, his own cock leaking at the sight of you sucking and panting around his thumb as a petty attempt to muffle yourself.
Thinking of an Easthies who finally looks down and gets shocked at the creamy, puffy mess he's made of your precious cunt, pulling his fingers out and slapping it gently for being so needy, your ears that were filled with ringing suddenly being replaced by his voice, scolding you for being so perfect he had to slide his dick in your messy folds atleast once.
Now before I continue this is a theory about the possibilities of human hybrids and how "experimental" the previous witches were before the day of conspiracy, what you're about to read is purely fantastical and has no intention to alter/harm/change the initial world of witch hat atelier and this is just because I love overthinking in places where it doesn't concern me :"D
So we all know wha genuinely has such interesting world building, because the author takes pre existing concepts and approaches them in a different way or pov, but the one thing I find most interesting is the concept of "dea-mons" and the "atrocities" of said experimentation! Like how could there be SO much experimentation you change the entire nations species from the smallest vermin to beasts the size of dragons??? I feel like this is such an important matter to be elaborated/thought about because the strict rules of witches, specifically those in medicine, were initiated because of the atrocities commited against human kind.
Imma use some actual character inspiration now
So let's take Qifrey for example, how hes basically a silver wood tree, how someone took his eye and I'm assuming that's where the silver wood seed was placed but his memories were erased? That's a bit odd considering the fact that he was buried underground, if he was left to die by the person that had done that to him why would he need his memories to be erased? Was there an intention that he'd live? He'd grow? To see what it does to a human body instead of an animal?
Then taking Custa's story, because of how easy he was able to heal his legs and how quick the silver wood tree adapted to him (I know how his story goes) but for brimmed caps to know how to do that to a human, especially an unfulfilled one, wouldn't they have needed an example prior to that? And I'm not saying it's Qifrey because of the fact that he was in the assembly for his younger years, the brimmed caps wouldn't have known unless there was a spy at that time too which is highly unlikely.
Now I know some people are wondering what about Sasaran and Eeuni? Sasaran purposely transmuted his body and he was thrown out of the pointed caps obviously, but one thing that kind of interested me after silver eve arc, despite hiding behind the tree Sasaran showed up in person, I understand being a brimmed cap is all about the freedom but being able to show up and use his magic from a distance he was still close by, meaning he isn't the only one.
Then there's Alaira, qifreys and Olruggios reaction to Eeuni being turned into a scale wolf, I honestly expected some back lash from Olruggio to turn Eeuni in to the knights moralis considering the way he reacted to coco when they first met but he didn't. I'm going to note that he had a change of heart but maybe it happened before? Someone forced/coerced into forbidden magic and nothing they can do about it to reverse it but accept it.... (Qifrey and Custas I'm looking at you.)
Circling back to how much of the animal species were affected by witches to the point where it's common and normal to see them now, and that magic in the medical field is banned due to past extreme experimentations I truly believe the concept of human/dea-mon hybrids exist, and that they can live in the brimmed cap society AND the pointed cap society (the talisman around Eeunis neck)
Just think about it humans altered with concepts like elements being part of their being, or humans that were fused with dragons and Griffin's and manticorns? WOULDNT THAT BE SO COOL but equally gut wrenching. I feel like people like them wouldn't be able to even align themselves into society because they obviously wouldn't be accepted by their animal species if they knew they were part human and vice versa. I feel like they'd hate the brimmed caps which made them like this and the pointed caps which abolished the law of transmutation magic. Imo Qifrey was probably one of the lucky ones, what if there was so many more children? And they either died or survived to be this amalgamation that belongs no where, with no memories and a strange body?
And there's the fact that witch craft has gone on for so long so I don't doubt the fact that there arent any human/animal sub species that's condemned by the new pointed hats rules and what not...
That's really it for this theory, it's just me putting my thoughts into words but the story possibilities are endless T_T I'd really like to know if anyone else has thoughts/theories like this that isn't related to the plot but the mysteries of the world itself, because I feel like the author can honestly go so far within the world itself!
If you guys have any requests or stuff you'd like me to write for Capitano please LMKK also feedback on my writing is greatly appreciated I've never written fanfiction before
☆ Intimate mornings with your husband Capitano ☆｡*ﾟ+
SFW + SLIGHT NSFW
Most mornings in your shared home are often spent alone, as your husband would be away on work trips or had gotten up before you for his daily training; although, there would be some exceptions of course.
As the morning sun beams start to warm the room through the gaps in the curtains, the ceiling fan lightly spinning in a lazy hum and the cotton sheets feel a little bit too comfy to take off, you lay atop of your husbands bare chest, an arm draped along his torso and your hair and obvious mess from being a restless sleeper despite being in Capitano's arms. Capitano, also being the same, fast asleep and used to your antics in bed, but as a sun beam hit the both of your faces, he huffs as he feels you climb and lay atop his chest, the both of you grumbling at the annoying light that suddenly disturbed your sleep.
In an attempt to escape it, you bury your face into his chest and he finally decides to open his eyes to gaze upon your messy...and drooling...beauty...! Moving his arms to adjust you and move the hair that's pricking at his bare skin, he sighs softly seeing your sleepy face open its eyes, your eyes seeing your husbands equally tired face first thing in the morning. As much as you'd be happy to have him here this time, interrupting your morning sleep? You couldn't have cared less as you bring your hands up to close his eyes and drag your fingers sloppily across it, like a light slap.
"Shuh,shhh, shhh... Sleep...sleeep dear..."
Capitano grabs your hands as they leave his chin, wrapping his calloused fingers around them as he brings them to his lips despite his furrowed brow.
"Good morning to you too then..."
He grumbles despite the sour tone of his voice paralleling the way he kissed your fingers. You yourself wake up a little more, a slight flush blooming across your face as husband peppers kisses into your knuckles, the same hands that have fought in countless wars and battles treating you as glass, as soft as the flowers he'd pick for your hair when you'd go out on evening strolls.
You lean upwards, holding his hands as you kiss him, him returning your sleepy kiss with fervour, one of his hands leaving yours to push your head further into his own. Fluttering your eyes open to try and leave his lips but already finding his own boring into yours, watching your reactions as your lips continue to press against each other. As he lets you go you pull away with a pant, bracing your elbows on top of him as you try to find the breath he took away from you. Him, licking the spit you'd left on his lip as he turns his head to look up at you, knowing internally he'd caught you off guard, diving into you that deep first thing in the morning.
Before you say anything, you already notice his gaze shift, despite his head being turned up towards you, his eyes already drift to your chest that's being so casually revealed in front of him, from the open gap of your night dress. You shiver as you feel his hands glide across your back, subtly pushing your hips down against his own, right above where the two of you would often intertwine with each other. He looks up at you, his eyes wider now, his thumbs already massaging your hips as if in preparation and his jaw slightly agape, as if waiting for confirmation from your now reddened state.
You sigh, knowing exactly what these slow and insistent touches are doing to you, leaning forwards to rest your heated forehead against your husbands, speaking softly enough for him to hear. "Let me wake up a little bit more..." And the answer to that was returned with gentle kiss under your eye, Capitano closing his eyes as he smiled underneath you, his hands wandering further up your waist as he spoke.
"Ofcourse my dear... I'll happily wait for you..."
Capitano as a lover would use traditional names of affection whilst talking to you, such as My dear, Love, Darling; all so casually. But when he's smitten and he's just wanting to bask in the glow of you both, he'd kiss your hand really softly in the warm silence, and pull you closer into his embrace whilst mumbling into your hair incoherent compliments and soft promises.
"My dearest and my only love... How blessed I am to be here and have you..."
Capitano as a lover wouldn't shower you with gifts or money, he wouldn't be so easy to convince in getting you something you saw once in a store you passed haphazardly. Although, he does know your clothes size, your shoe size (and your ring size for good measure) so that when he goes on work trips, if he sees something you'd look lovely in he mentions it in the many letters you two exchange while he's away. If you're really eager to get a dress based off his recommendation, he obliges and brings it home for you, making sure its stitched the way you like, the ends of the threads aren't frayed and that the embroidering and detailing won't overstimulate him when he holds your waist whilst dancing.
"It was an Olive green colour... The one that makes your eyes stand out and your smile so dashing... Oh what am I even saying? You look like that anyways."
Capitano as a lover, would reassure you tenfold before his expedition to Natlan, promising that when he comes back he'll stroll the gardens with you once more, and bring back the exotic fruits for you to try. The night before was spent in the soft sheets, not being intimate, but basking in each others warmth, and him holding onto the last piece of what he could call "his own" and ignoring the pit in his stomach and gulp in his throat for what's about to come. Just right now and here he wanted his hand to thread through the same locs he loved to braid and he wanted to nuzzle into the same skin that's known every part of his own. Just for once, just for the last time.
"And I promise you my dear, I promise I won't ever forget you. How could I be so cruel to myself? I could never forgive myself to act in such a way."
I, stressing on the I, personally believe Capitano would live in a large manor housing a bunch of servants and butlers and guards, to give them sanction or work to provide for them (As he is the 2nd Harbinger he makes bank) Reminiscent of his days as Sentinel Knight and having his fellow knights amongst him, he'd treat everyone of the people that work in that manor with respect and integrity, thus his staff also hold him with a high opinion
