from millie: need him bad rn bc i'm going through it
warnings: afab reader, pms symptoms (general mood swings, lethargy and restlessness), modern au (implied law student! phainon hell yeah)
There was a heavy and invisible weight resting on your head, an ache you couldn't remove even as you drank water or showered under a scalding hot or freezing cold water. A frown paints your face as you toss and turn on your bed, sheets rustling as you scratch your shoulder from annoyance.
You want to stand and walk off this restless energy but your body feels otherwise. It felt like you can bounce off the walls from the subtle thrum of energy under your veins but the weight on your head prevented you from doing so.
Your phone rings and you feel a hot surge of annoyance shoot up your already aching head. You have half a mind to throw it on the wall but you opt to pick up, not bothering to check the contact.
"What?" You answered with a clipped tone and a sigh.
"Oh? Did I catch you in a bad time, my love?"
Your boyfriend's teasing yet wary tone meets your ears, and the grumpiness immediately swings right into near waterworks.
"Phainon…" Your voice trembles, your frustration now reaching its peak. "I'm sorry for yelling I—"
"It's okay, my love." He assures immediately. "It seems I was right to call you right now. I was supposed to tell you…" A car door closing sounds on the phone. "That I was done with my classes and I'm on my way to you."
You jolt upright, ignoring the immediate wave of dizziness. "But Phainon… it's late already and I'm sure you're tired from all your classes today—"
"And I want to see you, love." He cuts in. "I know your cycle is getting close so you might have some… cravings for a hot bowl of soup from our usual spot?" Phainon asks in a knowing tone as you hear the rustling of a seatbelt.
"…that sounds perfect, Phainon." You replied. You felt as if a small thorn was taken out of your head, alleviating your symptoms. "I'll see you later then?"
"Mhm. See you later, (name)."
…
You wake from your small nap with the feeling of lips smooching your cheeks and the subtle scent of peppers and oranges lingering near your nose. You stir with an annoyed whine, opening your eyes to finally be met by the sight of your boyfriend and his boyish grin.
Phainon's hair was messy, strands of white falling on his forehead and standing from being ran through. A sign that maybe he had a stressful day of recits, lectures, and other commitments. His usual blazer was already shrugged off, leaving him in nothing but a white button down.
"Hello, my angel." He greets. "How did you sleep, hm?"
"Could sleep better." You replied. "It's just so…" You tiredly gesture to nothing, "hot and I don't know. Everything is so…"
He hums as he pressed another kiss to your cheek. "Mhm. Don't worry, I understand (name). Did your nap at least alleviate what you were feeling?" He asks while you felt his warm hands carefully massaging your lower stomach, applying light pressure.
The pressure had you sighing in relief and lifting your sour mood. "Not really. Got rid of my restlessness though." You groan as he continues massaging the tender area.
"Then that's still okay, my love."
…
Dinner was like the many established routines you have already set with Phainon. Familiar, comforting, and entirely just yours.
You both lie together in your bed, the duvet covering your lower bodies as the air-conditioning hums quietly in the background. The warmth of his hands on your lower stomach continues to soothe the cramps contracting within your body.
Phainon spent the entire night doting on your needs, helping you bathe and feeding you soup. Even helping you with your skincare routine for the night.
"Feel better? Need anything else, sweetie?" Phainon asks lowly, lips hovering below your lower lashes.
"Mm. I'm more than okay now." A sweet smile on your face. Phainon huffs, finally kissing your cheek. "I'm glad I could help you."
He adjusts you both, using his arm as a pillow for your head and letting the duvet rest enough to keep the cold out and retain the warmth on your lower body. Then, Phainon presses one last kiss on your forehead to let you go to your dreams.
from millie: the boyfriend of the most outgoing person you know. or, where in akaashi loves you calmly. didn't capitalize for this post since it's more a brain dump and it's been a while since i wrote for haikyuu, so here you go!
akaashi keiji who is undeniably the moon to your sun.
where you are a bright bundle of joy, outgoing and boisterous, akaashi follows after your light. sometimes, there were others who didn't know how to hold your light and it disheartens you when they regard you with disdain in their gazes. but he never lets you remain dimmed, assuring you that not everyone knows how to regard your light.
akaashi keiji, who is the one that grounds your mind.
bright as you are, that energy sometimes spirals into one where bad thoughts finds its way into your mind. what if keiji is just bearing with you all this time? what if he deals with you like you were a chore?
and yet he would take your hands in his, kissing your knuckles softly and shaking his head as he never lets you finish these thoughts. the only time he willingly interrupts your rambles. "you're never a chore to me." he whispers, "loving you is never a chore, and it is the easiest thing next to breathing for me."
akaashi keiji, whose quiet and calm love is your solace.
you aren't always a ball of sunshine. sometimes, clouds obscure the sun rays and days can go where only gray hues color the skies above. the world can sometimes be cruel to those who are unapologetic at letting themselves shine as they are, and you weren't an exception. you were lucky still to have had him since high school, wiping your tears and letting you stain his shirts with your snot as you cry about your own doubts and the hardships you go through.
his warm hands would be on your cheeks, palms wet from cradling your tear stained skin. then, he will carefully press the gentlest kisses against your eyelids and letting you open up what has been bothering you. the words you can't say are ones he supplies in his own mind, easily understanding your little quirks and the places your thoughts go to.
akaashi keiji, who has been nothing but an honored witness to your eternal shine.
boyfriend!oikawa who sends you good morning texts with way too many emojis & selfies every single day. even when he’s at early morning practice, he’ll snap you a quick selfie with a sleepy smile, captioning it “good morning cutie! your favorite setter is thinking about you always ☀️😘💖🫶🏻”
boyfriend!oikawa who gets dramatically jealous when other people flirt with you… especially when it’s his own teammates. he’ll immediately wrap an arm around your waist & pull you closer, glaring at them straight with narrowed eyes while silently mouthing for them to back off.
boyfriend!oikawa who loves showing you off to everyone. he’ll post pictures of the two of you on his instagram with captions like “lucky to have the best girlfriend ever! ^_^” and then spend the next hour refreshing the comments just to brag whenever people call the two of you cute.
boyfriend!oikawa who notices every little thing about you. the specific way you like being comforted when you’re upset, the tiny habits you don’t even realize you have & even the offhand comments you made about something random months earlier. he’s always been incredibly perceptive when it comes to you, remembering the things that you don’t even think he would.
boyfriend!oikawa who gets sulky when you don’t give him enough attention. he’ll dramatically pout and say, “wahhh y/n-channn… is that person you’re texting more important than me!?” before tugging on your arm repeatedly until you finally put your phone down & turn all your attention back to him.
boyfriend!oikawa who refuses to let you leave without kissing him goodbye. even if you’re rushing to get home, he’ll grab your wrist and whine, “babyyy, you’re forgetting something important,” before pointing at his lips.
boyfriend!oikawa who gets nervous before every big match, but the second he sees you proudly cheering for him in the stands; his shoulders relax & he’s able to focus on the game better. somehow, having you there always settles his nerves almost instantly.
boyfriend!oikawa who absolutely melts whenever you praise him. no matter how cocky he acts, one genuine “i’m proud of you, tooru!” from you is enough to leave him grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.
boyfriend!oikawa who constantly brags about you to iwaizumi. every conversation he has with his best friend somehow always circles back to you. “did i tell you what my girlfriend did yesterday?” “look how cute she looked earlier!” at this point, iwaizumi swears he knows more about you than he ever intended to.
boyfriend!oikawa who loves physical affection in every form possible. hand holding, kisses, back hugs, etc — if he can touch you somehow, best believe he absolutely will. he gets especially clingy after long practices, practically melting into your embrace the second he sees you again.
from millie: face of a kitty + body of the greek gods = mydei
warnings: set at the eternal page/during the eternal page.
Staring unabashedly at the Crown Prince of Castrum Kremnos should earn you a stern glare from the young man, but if he feels you staring, he makes it a point to not bring it up as he plays with the children in the Eternal Page.
The children laugh and screech in glee as they treat his arms like bars, swinging back and forth or climbing his broad back. Mydeimos doesn't seem to mind, merely letting the children play as they please. Perhaps, letting them enjoy and feel what it is like to be a child.
A life that was consistently deprived from him in the many cycles of Amphoreus.
You lose yourself in the trance, almost as if you were taking a glimpse beyond the Veil of Evernight itself from how dazed you were in your staring.
You follow the lines of hard muscles on his back, the red tattoos that glow aflame on the battlefield. The stretches of toned flesh on his shoulders that can only come from days and days of discipline.
The laughter of the children was a keen contrast to the nature of Mydei as the Champion of Strife. The roars of unending battle no longer needed in the Eternal Page as Amphoreus goes under its true rebirth. Blood and tears no longer stains and waters the lands where the children reside, and the world no longer needed one soul to bear agony.
It must be a life unknown and unfamiliar to him, you thought as you snap out of your reverie.
The sound of metallic boots approaching makes you straighten up, and suddenly the Crown Prince is in front of you. You fail to give an appropriate response even as he stands close to you.
In fact, you instead draw your focus on the features of his face.
Mydei finds himself momentarily stupefied by how intense you were staring at him. If he were a weaker man, he would've averted his gaze or felt a buckle to his knees. The furrow of your brows and the pursing of your lips makes him wonder what was going on through your mind. He opts to not startle you out of your focus instead, waiting for you to speak first.
The words you uttered caught a warrior of his caliber off guard for the first time.
"Mydei, you look like a cat."
...
To call the personification of Strife as a cat was an idea unfathomable to the regular citizen.
Mydei has heard many a plethora of words used to describe him: son of Gorgo, the Lance of Fury, Crown Prince, Champion of Strife.
He has also heard many adjectives attributed to him: undying, strategic, strong, unyielding. Occasionally, the children would call him fun. His teachers Tribbie and Anaxagoras tell him he is also intelligent.
If an animal were to be likened to him, he thought it could be a lion. His mentor from his homeland was a glorious lion after all. The roars of the great animal was said to be heard at every war he fought and waged. The ocean knight did call him "little sea lion" after all.
To be likened to a cat…
"Excuse me?"
"I said, you look like a cat." You repeated, nodding to yourself like you were affirming that what you said matched what you thought. "Like a kitten in fact."
Mydei felt like he was at a lost on how to feel. He definitely does not feel angry, nor annoyed at your astute observation. Perhaps he feels a tinge peeved and plentiful of fondness.
"Silly. The world has likened me to many different words. And yet you compare me to a cat?"
"Well… you certainly act like one. You're close to purring when I play with your h—"
The image of Mydeimos, Champion of Strife, covering the mouth of his lover cheekily smiling was a sight to marvel at. The color of rose stains his ear and neck that contrasts the sight of maroon from his many battles.
"Beloved, please." He sighs, an undertone of loving annoyance as he spoke. "I love you, but please do not tell the world of what we do behind closed doors."
from millie: listen… i have no excuse to be writing another smut blurb but that i am practicing my writing LOL, don't throw tomatoes pls… (also no way am i moaning childe in bed LMAO wtf)
warnings: light smut, afab reader.
Puffs of his breath tickles your cheeks, his forehead lovingly pressed against yours as his hips piston in and out of your cunt. Ajax hisses, breath stuttering and knuckles whitening from how tight he is gripping the pillow below your head.
"Fuck, baby. Missed me that badly?" He sighs, "You're squeezing me—shit—so tight!"
Your own hands wander his body. From his nape, to your nails scratching his muscled shoulders. You leave your own marks on the expanse of his milky skin, red scratches decorating his back. Your back arches when he hits a particular spot, your pussy clenching around his dick.
A moan of his name leaves your lips, "M-missed you… Ajax." The knot in your stomach tightens and tightens, until you unravel. Your hands immediately find his ginger locks, gripping them tightly that causes him to fall apart.
Your moans and how tight you clenched around him as you came drives him to chase his own orgasm. Ajax lets go of the rhythm he set, frantic in his thrusting as he presses your thighs to your chest. His fingers knead the soft flesh on the back of your thighs.
"F-fuck… Cumming—let me cum inside you, baby." He begged reverently on your lips, hips stuttering as he struggles to hold back. You nod feverishly, the tip of your tongue swiping out to wet yours and his lips.
His whines rise in pitch, muffled only by how he's breathing it into your neck. His own orgasm washes over him, his spine tingling as warm spurts of cum coats your insides.
Ajax carefully lowers his on top of yours. Sweaty skin on skin, he sighs out contentedly into your neck. A smile on his lips as he presses more kisses above your heartbeat.
warnings: gn!reader, reader is part of the okhranka, lowkey idiots to lovers, vivid mentions of blood
sypnosis: your relationship with Childe was anything but conventional.
word count: 3.7k
from millie: listen... this started out as an idea of making out with childe while he was bloodied... then it evolved into this.... lmao enjoy! rbs are appreciated! and first piece for genshin!
Your heart aches heavily when you wash just one set of cutlery for another night.
You move about the sink in a daze, spacing out as you wonder what Ajax could be up to now. Is he working? Still on a case? Is he resting?
Is he thinking of you too?
Your thoughts are paused when you hear the door knob turn, dazed stupor turning into alertness as you stretch your fingers. With bated breath, you exit the kitchen and the man of your thoughts stand bloodied in your living room.
Perhaps you should be more startled by how often he comes home with blood smeared on his body. Yet the nature of both of your work makes you desensitized from the maroon dropping from his cheek to his lips.
To your own surprise, you find that it is more calming for you to see him again.
Your relationship with Childe was anything but normal. He was a feared harbinger, a weapon for war as he was dubbed by gossip and facts alike. You were no different, as you silently extinguished the lives of those who betray her Majesty.
Even the start of your relationship was unconventional per standards.
Enlisting in the Fatui was often seen as a privilege among those who live in Snezhnaya. For one, the pay can be stable and the workload is fair, unless you get yourself chosen by the Harbingers. Not to mention the unwavering loyalty you may have for her Majesty, the Tsaritsa and her cause.
You met him one snowy night after a day of grueling training.
The sight of falling snow wasn't a rare occurrence. But tonight, it was rather gentle. Flakes of ice touching the earth one by one with the absence of howling winds. You walked the barracks with your bag slung over your shoulders. Your bones ache. Your legs shake with each step you take, fatigue from training setting in.
You hear frustrated grunts from one of the training rooms, and that's when you first saw him.
A boy your age taking down training dummies in record speed. You thought that his strikes were a bit overkill as some dummies were now discarded on the side, their structure deformed by a clean strike. Parts of it were even wet—the workings of a Hydro Vision, you thought.
"Would you like to spar?" You flinched from how he managed to spot you from behind the door.
The boy asks you, voice slightly tired yet tinged with a slight excitement. You found that peculiar as almost all of the cadets don't look forward to sparring with their fellows.
You find yourself momentarily stunned, but something about his excitement compelled you to toss your bag somewhere else. The swords made a clang from being disturbed as you took one. You test its weight with a spin before taking a defensive stance.
"Will you pull your punches? I don't exactly have a vision." You test the waters, though you already half-expect an answer from how he fights.
"You won't get stronger if I hold back now, don't I? Brace yourself!"
Normally, your drill instructors would count to three to prepare both sides. His strike arrives first before you could even blink, instincts being the reason you managed to parry his attack.
Though he wields the same sword as you do, somehow its weight is akin to a claymore. Your hands and legs struggle to keep your footing—boots scraping against the floor of the barracks. You push back with all your strength. You swing your sword but he manages to deflect it.
He is skilled. Far more skilled than a typical cadet. Even more than a standard vision user. You figured this is your fatigue drawing these exaggerated conclusions, but with how he attacks, you think these exaggerations are mere understatements.
"You're weak! Is that all you've got?!" He goads, laugh boisterous and eyes crinkling. When you recover from your momentary stupor and his laughter dies down, you notice the deep hues of his eyes.
Deep blue. Yet the absence of light on his eyes startles you. Almost as if he has witnessed the darkest horrors of this world. It seemed so out of place for a boy his age, you thought.
You remember his words and a scowl paints on your face, igniting a stroke of fiery competitiveness that pushes you to pour all your strength against him. He delights in the fire he ignited within you and responds in kind.
You slept deeply that night and almost missed morning formation from how exhausted you were. It was the first of many more to come since.
His mop of ginger hair and his lightless blue eyes became more noticeable now that you have interacted more with him. In the mess hall, during inspections, trainings, and rare downtime. Sometimes, he would catch you off guard with a strike from a dummy sword with which you would block with your own. The instructors then took to pairing you both up instead, seeing as you were able to keep up with his stamina and endurance.
You eventually start looking forward to these spars. Every evening before the lights go out in the barracks, you meet him at the same training room. You exchange blows, he laughs and goads you with fighting talk. In return, you respond in kind.
You only thought to ask his name on the fifth time you both sparred outside of hours.
"You know," you begin as you wipe the sweat from your forehead, breath heavy as you sit down, "We've been sparring all this time, and I never even knew your name."
He laughs, that same mirthful sound you hear when you spar. "Well, you didn't ask me. Besides, I don't know your name either, comrade." He shrugs before taking the spot next to yours. "We both don't know anything about each other aside from the fact that I am stronger than you are."
"Stop stroking your ego."
"I don't hear you denying it."
You roll your eyes. "Alright, what's your name?"
"Tell me yours first."
You share your name to him, raising an eyebrow as you wait for him to answer. He grins and extends his hand to yours.
"Ajax. Nice to meet you, comrade."
That formality sealed your fates together, you presume. Because that was the turning point where you both became inseparable since.
Ajax continued to challenge you and your strength endlessly, your instincts now attuned to his strikes and the sound of his breathing when he is thinking of employing a new technique. With time, you noticed that you grew stronger as well—easily being able to go against even your own drill instructors during combat inspections. Your senses became honed, and you just felt a different person overall since you first became a cadet.
It was around the last weeks before your deployment to a possible department within the Fatui where your relationship's trajectory changed.
You just finished submitting the required paperwork you needed for your application for the internal affairs. You figured that knowing the ins and outs of the Fatui would serve you best before being deployed onto the field and if you were lucky, perhaps before being chosen by a harbinger.
The opulence of Zapolyarny Palace was overwhelming to you. Towering crystal chandeliers made of the purest ice. Corridors lined with ornate stone workings, and nothing but the finest fabrics shielding the inside from the moon's light. You would think it's such a cozy place to live in if it weren't for the fact that it houses the mightiest military among the seven nations.
You walked with more confidence now, able to hide your exhaustion better. You learned that showing it makes you vulnerable and a weakness isn't a good thing to have in a faction such as the Fatui. The sound of heavy boots seemed to follow you but you do your best to not let them know that you know. It drew nearer and nearer until a hand taps you on your shoulder and you turn with your fists ready.
Hands raise in surrender and yours pause when you see Ajax, his eyes sheepish and a subtle yet elated smile on his lips.
"Comrade! I see that you're always ready to go!"
"Ajax. By the archons, you surprised me."
The years together has changed not only you, but him most especially. Ajax was now even taller than you are, whereas you both were the same height when you met. His body was now bigger. His muscles developed well into his skin. His cheeks and jaw much more defined. Yet he still retained that same boyish grin and the messy mop of ginger hair.
It was only after a beat that you notice he was no longer wearing the cadet's uniform. In place of it was more formal clothes, covered by a large fur coat that falls around his ankles. From first glance, you believe it was a luxurious fur coat. The white color pristine and reminiscent of the most flawless snow. The red contrasts well like crimson shed upon the white fabric.
On his chest, the glint of a jewel catches your attention and…
Your eyes widen as your gaze fixates on the purple jewel. "Archons, is that…?!"
He follows where your gaze lands and gives you a grin, "Yeah! A delusion!"
"But Ajax… you don't get a delusion of that caliber unless—"
"Her Majesty the Tsaritsa recognized my strength and chose me as one of her Harbingers."
Perhaps the shock on your face was so palpable that he couldn't help but laugh, though uncharacteristically shy.
"No way? I mean… I-I don't doubt you and your strength but… this fast?!"
"Please, is it so unbelievable that I can become a harbinger at a young age with my strength?"
You wish to wipe off that smug aura on his face, but you figured that it wouldn't do you good now that he was essentially your superior. Instead, you shake your head, eyes narrowing as you cross your arms in disbelief.
"Heh, speechless? Your expressions are always the cutest, comrade. But I'd really like for you to say something."
Your hands gesture vaguely to him, sounds of confusion emitting from your person as you try verbalize the thoughts you have.
"W-well… how are you going to be addressed? Like… what title are we going to call you?"
His eyebrows furrow, "What do you mean 'we'?"
"I mean, aren't you going to be… my superior now? You're going to be a harbinger." You shrug as you explain, "I can't exactly keep calling you by Ajax… I'd have to address you as my lord and you know…"
You begin trailing off when his face looks down. The slight disapproval in his expression causes you to lose your train of thought. You grew concerned when he sighs and comes closer. He leans his head down to be at your eye level.
"I… kind of don't like the thought of you… just seeing me as your superior."
Your face contorts but you don't shy away, "What do you mean…? How do you want me to see you?"
"What, are you just going to make me spill out the feelings I had for you all this time?"
"Feelings?!"
The incredulous expression on your face is enough to remove the initial shyness he had. Now, it feels like you're both dumbfounded cadets standing in the empty halls of Zapolyarny Palace.
You look around as you hush your voice, whisper-yelling as you address the can of worms he just opened.
"What do you mean you've had feelings for me all this time?!"
"Have you not noticed that I may have had a crush on you this entire time?!"
"How can I when you greet me with a strike from your sword before you even say good morning?!"
The sight of one harbinger and a cadet close together could be a cause for scandal. If it weren't for the stupefied expressions on both of your faces, you figure that you would be a topic among your peers about cozying up to a harbinger. You urge him to explain with a grimace as he copies your expression.
"L-look… I-I…" Ajax sighs as he scratches the back of his nape, "I thought that spending all that time sparring with you could at least make it known that I see you as someone more important than everyone else."
You find it so simpleminded yet ridiculously heartwarming how he thought that attacking you with a sword out of nowhere was the ultimate form of courtship. You stifle a laugh as you wipe your forehead.
"Ajax. Most people profess their feelings with words. Not with surprising the person they like with a sword to their heads."
"In my defense, I never surprised anyone else that way like I did with you!"
By the archons, he is so stupid.
"B-but let me try again! Clearly, if my first attempts didn't come across well, I have to try harder."
He exhales this time, composing himself. Like that first night, you find yourself hypnotized by his lightless blue eyes. His irises dilate, almost as if he is trying to fit this image of you looking up at him with confusion and fondness in the deepest crevices of his mind. Akin to the sea that obscures all light and safe keeps both myths and life within its depths.
Ajax takes your hand into his. Warm and gloved hands that engulf your own. He closes his eyes and with a kiss to your knuckles, he whispers his solemn vow to you.
"Please. Let me show you how I truly feel for you. I may be clumsy with it, but as a warrior sworn to his oath, my feelings for you are true."
True to his words, he did just as he said.
On the day you took your oath, Ajax wasn't among the rank-and-file cadets who stood with you. In fact, he was among the harbingers at the front. Ajax, or so he was addressed now as Childe, was easily the youngest of the 11 Fatui Harbingers. His youthful appearance contrasts the more… experienced harbingers who sits beside him.
After the ceremony, a hand tugs on your uniform. Turning around, your heart stills when you see him, holding a bouquet of flowers native to Snezhnaya.
Your eyes widen by a fraction, whispers emitting from your peers. Some of who you were sure just said 'finally!' and 'it's about time!'.
"A-A… wait… Lord Childe…?"
"At ease, comrade."
His laugh helps relax the tense in your shoulders as you exhale. Your eyes wander to the bouquet. The world around you seems to be nothing but a backdrop. The murmurings become white noise as you hear the racing of your heartbeat as it hammers against your chest. The bouquet's flowers seem much more vivid, brighter shades of color against the rather grim palette of Zapolyarny Palace.
"It's for you. I figured if you were going to get flowers, it might as well be on the day you swear your oath."
Your hand extends to take the bouquet, and you cradle it against your body like it was a newborn. You never even noticed that you were biting your lips until a smile tries to break into your face. It was the first of many smiles that he elicited from your person. The memory envelops you in the familiar warmth you felt back then.
Days of courtship bled into months of a budding romance. The pleasant tingle that crawled on your skin when he swooped you into his arms by your waist. The giddy giggles that bubble on your stomach when he attempts to flirt you. The tears that flows down your cheeks when he surprises you with flowers, impromptu dates, and the nights that you both stole in the midst of the Tsaritsa's undeclared war.
Sometimes, he would take advantage of his status as a harbinger to get you both the finest seats to watch the Korolevskiy Troupe. Childe would call you as you finished work in the Okhranka under the guise that he would give more on your plate, and Ajax would whisk you away to the streets of Snezhnograd for a night at the theater and dinner at a restaurant he booked prior.
Though your dates were wonderful and extravagant, you and Ajax still adore sparring. Not only as a way of bonding, but to keep your senses and body sharp. In this regard, he remained as the same Ajax you met years ago. He still did not pull his punches, still treating your spars as a way for you to improve and grow stronger in conjunction with his own growth.
Months of budding romance pass by into years of a blossoming love. Your position in the Okhranka is now much more stable and Childe has amassed not only the respect of many Fatui soldiers, but also a reputation for his bloodlust.
Spontaneity has been traded for stability. Plans for the future and tomorrow during lunch breaks. Working around your busy schedules just to be able to spend time with one another. More often than not, he was reluctant to leave you behind for his diplomatic trips. It wasn't the easiest when he first left for one, and it never truly eased even as it became more frequent.
During his absence, you ascend the Okhranka at your own pace. Initially, your tasks often involved menial administrative work. Walking from one building to another as you carry documents. Eventually, you got involved in cases where a number of members defected. Their betrayal an unforgivable crime against the creed of the Fatui.
Sometimes, these cases would go on the extreme. Due to the prowess you possessed during your cadet days (and no thanks to Childe's… odd yet loving praises of your abilities), you were employed to punish them for their crimes. At first, the stench of metallic blood that clung to your uniform put you off. You don't exactly have the same mental fortitude as your boyfriend.
"I know it isn't easy, darling. Taking the life of another will never be, but it is the nature of our work." He first wrote to you as he was abroad on a debt collection affair, consoling his beloved as best as he can, "Their lives, in payment for their betrayal of the Tsaritsa's will."
His words let you fully grasp the nature of your position within the Okhranka. It helped anchor yourself at every turn of your knife against another's neck. You never killed in cold blood, justifying it as nothing more than furthering her Majesty's will.
You then got used to the scent of iron that seemed to cling on your person after every job. No amount of showering seemed to scrub away the sins you have done.
This time, this same scent clings to your lover who has now returned from his work.
The long months you have spent alone in your shared apartment have settled in your bones. Long, lonely nights of sleeping on a large bed without his arms around you dissolve as soon as the faint scent of iron hits your senses. You hurriedly run out of the kitchen, stopping in your tracks when you finally see your boyfriend in person again.
Childe was bloodied up, his gray jacket stained with splashes of maroon. His scarf was also torn and his pants bear the same splatters as his jacket. His forehead trickled of blood, but you saw no signs of wounds on his person which fully elevates the weight of worry on your shoulders. His hair was shaggier, probably from being ruffled from frustration.
"Ajax…?"
Your legs move first before you could think, immediately running to hug him. Never mind the blood sticking to his body. You skid to a stop when his arms hold you at your shoulders, leading you both to sit down at the sofa.
"Ajax?" You repeat.
"Hi."
"Hi."
I missed you so much. Your heart aches to say. Yet whatever it was that was weighing on your lover causes you to reconsider.
"You okay? Want to talk about it?" You ask, your fingers tracing idle patterns on the clean sleeve of his jacket. He answers with a shake of his head.
"Just… tired. Really tired. And I… missed you a lot."
Oh.
You feel relieved that your lover feels weighed down simply because he missed you as much as you did him. His feelings starting to control his body as he loops an arm around your waist and maneuvers your body to sit on top of his lap.
Ajax leans his head on your shoulder, breathing in and out for a moment. Slowly, he tilts his head to adjust to your neck. His lips leave ghostly trails on your skin. From the tip of your shoulder until he lingers on your pulse point.
You shudder from the sensation, squirming on his lap. He groans lowly, his hands soothing your body as it rests on your hips.
"Darling, keep squirming and I might not be able to restrain myself."
Fuck. To hell with the blood on his body, you miss him too much.
You adjust your body, maneuvering until you straddle him over him. You press yourself as close as you could to his body—chest to chest—grabbing his bloodied jacket and crashing your lips on his.
Ajax barely has time to be surprised, keeping up and matching your eagerness. You move your hips, grinding as he groans into the kiss. Patches of blood transfers to your lips when you break free for air, a string of saliva forming momentarily until its gone.
His eyes trace your lightly heaving body, biting his lower lips when he lingers on your unmarked neck. Ajax smiles when he sees the patches of blood on your cheeks, his fingers nothing but a ghost on your skin as he lingers on the stained cheek.
"So gorgeous, baby. Red suits you…" He sighs dreamily, nipping your neck as you moan softly.
"You don't mind the blood, baby?" Ajax murmurs into your skin, lifting his head slightly to see your answer.
A shake of your head makes the man smile.
"Damn, I really love you."
You whisper back, "I love you" and find yourself finally comforted being back in his arms.
from millie: save a horse ride a setter yeehaw (don't throw tomatoes at me okay this is my first ever smut) + small blurb as a break from the childe piece i'm writing!
warnings: light smut, afab + she/her reader
The burn in your thighs should have you giving up minutes ago but you're too frenzied chasing another orgasm.
Minutes have blurred into hours, with time approaching close to midnight. Your senses fully focused on the sensation of Tooru's cock going in and out, the ridges of his veins rubbing against your velvety walls.
His large hands are hot and heavy on your ass, supporting you as you bounce on top of him. He occasionally lands spanks, your skin getting hotter from the impact. Tooru meets your rhythm with his own. His pelvis hitting yours as you moan onto his lips. The setter chuckles before he hisses from how your pace becomes much more frantic.
"So eager, baby." Tooru moans as a desperate whine leaves your lips, "What has—fuck— has you so eager tonight?"
Your head spins from the heady scent of sex, your bodies covered with a sheen of sweat and glistening from the light of the lamp. Tears lace your eyes from how deep he is inside you.
"Tooru…" You keen, your hands tight on his shoulders as you don't slow down. Your words melt as they come, your walls twitching as your back arches. The knot on your stomach tightens as Tooru hisses from how tight your cunt felt.
"My baby is so greedy.." he chuckles lowly, swallowing your noises with his lips. He plants his feet on the mattress, adjusting you both as he somehow finds a way to hit deeper.
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