Kissing in the bathroom, kissing in the bathroom girl, i hope nobody catch us, but i kinda hope they catch us !
content: suggestive themes, degradation, just making out in the bathroom lmao, cheating in Alhaitham
Scaramouche
He looked at you from the drinks bar as if you were prey, he followed you with his eyes all the time at that party that his (not) friend had planned.
You could blame the alcohol, but you weren’t drunk, you knew you would remember every moment, from when he grabbed your hand to lead you to the bathroom, to the part where you fight for a breath after his kisses sucked the air out of you.
They knocked on the bathroom door a few times, and he only responded with a loud bang on the door to make them move away.
This was his moment with you.
His kisses went up to your jaw, continued down your neck, until you reached your shoulders, where he nibbled and kissed. You looked in the mirror and saw your figure, pressed into the door by the body of that boy with purple hair, your red face and your swollen lips.
You took the initiative to grab his face to taste his lips again, he gave strong kisses that made you move your head, caressed and squeezed your waist that caused small moans, that helped him have better access to your mouth.
They were like that until the night ended, and you never knew the name of that boy.
Until the next day, in your early morning classes, a purple haired boy sits next to you, smiling proudly as he looks at you.
Childe
“Ajax, your family is downstairs”
He didn’t care, the children were sleeping and the only people downstairs were their parents and their sisters who were already grown up, Ajax didn’t care as long as he could press you on the sink, to start desperately kissing your lips while his hands ran over your Body.
Fighting for dominance, you lowered your kisses to his neck, where you left marks and bites everywhere. He only managed to lift his head so you would have more access. His hands continued to run over your body.
“Can you imagine if they find us, what will they think?”
“That their son is a slut”
He laughed, so that later, he would grab your face and be able to kiss your lips again, biting them from time to time, he supported his hands on the mirror while he continued to savor your lips, he felt your hands running over his body and he only managed to grab them for hold them above your head.
“Oh no, my lady, now I’m in charge”
Alhaitham
It was something dangerous, something cruel, something so forbidden that it made it attractive. Making out in the bathroom of your boyfriend’s room with his roommate doesn’t sound like a good idea, until you meet the roommate.
That one with gray hair had you cornered, the kisses made the environment become hotter, also Kaveh was not more than 30 minutes away from arriving. Everything was risky right now, but that only added to the heat in that small space.
“You don’t know how it makes me angry that your boyfriend is bothering me all the time”
Talking about your boyfriend with his roommate is not attractive. Except in that situation. AlHaitham’s kisses were addictive, once his lips met, you couldn’t stop because you wanted more, you were thirsty for more just like him. His curiosity about you had been aroused ever since he heard you in bed with Kaveh.
According to him you sounded boring and even pretended, you needed someone who really made you feel something, you needed someone like him.
The door to the room opened, and your eyes widened in such a way, trying to escape from AlHaitham’s arms, he only held you tighter to whisper on your lips;
“I want him to see how a woman like you is satisfied”
Xiao
He was your seatmate in art classes, the truth is that he was kind of cute, but he was always listening to music, you found that calmness of him attractive.
But you never thought that that quiet boy would take away your oxygen with just the first kiss he gave you when he saw you without a shirt trying to wash it off with paint. You were without a shirt, with Xiao covering your chest and neck with wet kisses.
With a smile on his face, he returns to your lips while his hands squeezed your breasts and held your neck. It was daytime, so anyone could walk in and see them leaning against the cold bathroom wall in a somewhat suggestive situation, but perhaps the fact of being seen was what excited you the most about the situation.
Xiao brought his hands up to your thighs to lift you up and let you intertwine your legs around his waist, that way he could be closer to you, no matter how rough his kisses and touches were, the look he gave you was very serene, and every time that he was doing something, he waited for you to give him a signal as permission.
He really hoped they would find them, maybe the punishment would be better if he had to find a way to get to your house so he could go to the second step.
I just read scumbag landlord ayato and I'm having thoughts of similar things...
University roommate Al Haithem who has the bills in his name but the apartment in yours, looming over you when you fall behind by one day on any of your parts of the bills, digging his fingers into your hips and muttering in your ear that he can cover for you if you need it but nothing without a price...
Or
Landlord Pantalone who has never touched your building let alone stepped foot in it and yet here he is, in your apartment going through your mail, smiling and chuckling as you'd stumble and stutter your way through questions and demands for who he is. Only to find out your brand new job was under him in one of his little off shoot companies, so not only did you live under his grace but worked under it too, what else would there be but a curiosity for someone who was now so deeply indebted to him.
The only thing missing was to own you physically as there would be no living if not for him...
• would say she didn't do her homework to be punished together with you wow what a homie.
• But damn does she not chew off the tip of all pens and pencils because of her anxiety. Mm woi is it spoicy.
Tighnari
• He's a material girl
• no seriously he has all the stationary and shit, a cut on your finger? Pulls out the whole first aid kit. Hungry? Pulls out the whole kitchen he cookin like w 5* michelin
•Too smart you get irritated sometimes like he NEVER forgets his work and always right too wtf
Dehya
• Does not understand anything in class literally.
•Asks for your notes everytime and feels bad for it so she runs errands for you she calls it a fair trade bahahaha
•She has the whole basketball bros on the tip of her fingers that now they look at you and go "BOYS BOW DOWN ITS THE ALLY OF MASTER DEHYA"
AlHaitham
•🤓🤓🤓
•smarty pants
•honestly just throw him out of the window already.
•Talks back to the teachers wow
• "You want ice cream?" "no, thank you according to the weather today if you eat ice cream you will gai-" BITCH STFU ILL EAT IT BY MYSELF THEN
• as much as he's annoying it sure is fun to hear him spill tea about the teachers and school.
Cyno
• Dilligent student #2
• for some reason there's rumours that he has a gang in the school like leave the bb aloneeeee.
• You didn't have well thoughts about him being your seat partner at first because he seemed the type who thinks he's all cool n shi
•you literally planned a whole argument in your head on how you'd demolish him if he ever picked one with you
• you came to realise he's just nice and silly
• makes chemistry jokes sometimes and you pretend to get it
• ass is weak at chemistry sorry
Candace
• Your grades when she's your classmate 📈📈📈
• SO COOL AND RELIABLE
• She teaches better than the teachers istg
• She brings you snacks so you bring her small gifts too like charms and all 😞
• you two have matching school bag keychains. She has a moon and you have sun one she say it's because you're bright like a sun. Oof your heart and pride.
Nilou
• Popular girl wth
• You assumed she'd be one of those try to be nice and kind for favour type but you were wrong you felt dissapointed in yourself naur
•You two go out in café dates often she insists she wants to pay but how could let a sweetie like her do that?
•She loves you so much omg she even has your wedding venue ideas planned 💀
Kaveh
• He's really fun to be around not gonna lie.
• stressed bean comes to you to rant about Haitham everyday 😭
• Sends you capybaras memes during class hours like bitch??? Study you failing physics 😾
Nahida
• WTF IS A KID DOING HERE
• Dayumn this kid too smart for her age maybe that's why
• she's cute though so you won't bully her you guess.
•you holding back the urge to pinch her cheeks every 10 seconds.
Dori
•How tf did this kid here again
•tries to sell you premium student stationary for vip only with 20% discount
fem! reader, scara and nahida would act like siblings change my mind, includes sumeru archon quest spoilers!
“would you mind telling me more about [name]?”
scaramouche had to make sure he was hearing things correctly.
“excuse me?”
“[name]. i want to know more about her.”
the tiny god of wisdom gently rocks back and forth on her makeshift swing created by her control over dendro—watching over the city of sumeru with soft eyes whilst the former harbinger stares daggers onto her back of her head.
a sigh escapes the man's lips from behind her, a telltale sign of his incoming exasperation, “you read my mind without my permission again? i remember clearly telling you to cut it out, didn't i?” his annoyance doesn't come unnoticed by the observant child.
“it was quite improper of me to do so, but i'm the god of wisdom. i actively seek out knowledge, and such—i couldn't resist the temptation of peering onto a mind as eccentric as yours.” her tone remains understanding of his irritation, yet all the more wise in explaining her unwarranted prying.
the dark-haired male behind her hums, leaning back onto the tree as he shuts his eyes closed, seemingly given up on voicing his displeasure towards the archon.
“tell me what you know so i'll know where to start.”
his immediate compliance makes the curious child turn her head his way, staring at him with wide eyes.
“you...” nahida trails off as she smiles in relief, quickly reminding herself to not comment on his chosen act of opening up as he might get impatient and dismiss the subject altogether.
the distant chatter of her people down at the city successfully averts her attention from him, her eyes now gazing down at a certain blonde traveller stopping by to buy some supplies for their next adventure.
“you were dreaming of her during your slumber. she's...the fourth betrayal you encountered, correct?” nahida knows that you were anything but a betrayal, but she has to bend her words to his whims for now as to avoid a temper tantrum.
scaramouche hums in response.
“out of all the companions you've trusted, you seemed to cling onto your memories of her the most. why is that?”
“if you've read my mind, then i'm sure you already know why.”
“you're not gonna deny it?” the lesser lord cranes her neck to look at him over her shoulder, brows raised questioningly at his statement. “that you were in love, romantically?” she had carefully formed the question to give him the freedom of denying it just in case he wasn't ready to face his past just yet, but this situation was clearly something she didn't expect.
the male remains resting against the tree behind him, uncaring of the child's rather surprised gaze as his eyes stay shut. “if there's one thing you thought me while being under your care, it has to be acceptance.” he feels his anemo vision thrum to life by his chest, but he pays no mind to it as he continues, “i have nothing to lose now, so I might as well stop lying to myself to give my existence some type of meaning.”
nahida can't help the softening of her eyes towards the male, her smile widening by a fraction before she returns her gaze towards the city below her. if anything, that's probably his way of thanking her. it's a pretty roundabout way considering the better alternatives, but it managed to get the message across, didn't it?
she sighs in content, “that's essentially all I know about her. once again, would you mind telling me how she was like?”
you would probably pass out if you found out that the god of wisdom wishes to know more about you.
the ends of his lips twitch upwards for a moment as he thinks back on the memories he held dearly of you;
ranging from the embarrassing and funny moments you two shared like that one time you accidentally mistook him as a girl due to how graceful and fair his skin and face was, or up to the more intimate moments—like watching the narukami festival unfold along with its blooming fireworks from the mountain peaks of tatarasuna...
...and that one time he finally let your desires free and bared himself for you to touch—his first time.
he feels his cheeks burn at the thought, crossing his arms with a huff as if to breathe out the sinful thoughts.
now that he was free from the shackles of burdens and hatred, everything he experienced with you no longer seemed to be as bitter and disgusting to recall—unlike the times before where he'd have occasional dreams of you back in the fatui, the pettiness in his nerves as he calls it a nightmare that reminds him of how naïve and weak he was back then.
he returns to the matter at hand with a new sense of clarity—now what was he supposed to say again?
right. he was supposed to tell nahida about you.
he can't believe he's still blushing over you after all these centuries.
lifting his eyelids, the first thing he catches in his eyesight was nahida's knowing smile—directed right at him as she stays still on her swing.
why is she—?
oh.
making haste with his movements, he quickly lifts his hand to pull down his hat over his face, only to discover he wasn't wearing his hat at the moment—so pathetically enough, he opts to cover his face with a hand, shyly hiding his face from the grinning archon as he looks away with reddened cheeks and ears.
he got too carried away while reminiscing, it seems.
“i see...so you're still very much in love with her, hm?” nahida speaks up with a teasing tilt to her voice, relishing in this rare moment of the male's lowered guard, “not like i blame you. she was really pretty in your dreams, and probably even prettier in person.”
“shut up. do you want me to continue or not?”
with a quick apology amidst her fit of giggles, she nods, looking away once again from the eccentric wanderer to give him the privacy he deserves.
“sorry, sorry. now you may start.”
her curiousity is piqued. just how much of an impact did you make to cause the male to make such interesting reactions?
i think childe has nightmares where he’s paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch as his former self falls into the abyss. he watches in terror, practically begs the world to stop it. even though he knows full well he’s strong enough to handle it watching it happen again breaks him deeply within.
bonus points if on some nights instead of himself, he sees teucer falling.
some argument angst to comfort with childe maybe? i ADORE the way u write childe
RIGHT HANDS MISTAKE
⌗ childe x gn!reader
⌗ angst to fluff
— childe
you closed the front door to your home and sighed. you'd been so stressed lately with your work that you decided to leave early today and deal with it all later; being the tsaritsas right hand had a lot of responsibilities and pressure on it. you were most sure you'd have even more things piled up for you tomorrow, but you didn't care.
slowly making your way through the house, putting down your belongings during, you found it was uneasily quiet. usually ajax would be sitting in the living room or would be somewhere in the kitchen cooking for the fun of it, and if he was out, there'd be a note somewhere but there was nothing to see.
"ajax?" you called through the house. you got no answer back so you were about to venture yourself up the stairs until you heard footsteps making their way closer to you. "y/n? you're home this early?" he walked down to you.
"yes, i decided to come back early because works been too much lately with the new fatui trainees and the traveller constantly on the move." you sighed rolling your shoulders back as you flopped onto the couch with him following.
"are you sure its about work? or is it just because you love me and wanted to see me?' ajax slightly tilted his head with a glint in his eyes. you let out a laugh, "you wish." rolling your eyes.
"oh c'mon, you know you love me so." he shrugged, leaning back on the couch confidently. "uh-huh, sure..." you trailed off with a teasing smile making him shoot his head back your way with an offended look.
his look went away as he studied your features over and frowned. "you look stressed. are you okay?" ajax grabbed your jaw to pull you closer and have a better look. you tatted his hands away from you and sighed. "i'm only a bit stressed, my job keeps piling up with so many things and—… yeah."
he bit the inside of his cheek. "y/n, you know it's not healthy to do this type of thing. if you need a break tell her majesty, you're her right hand for archons sake, she'll let you and pause your work so it stops piling."
"ajax, you know its not that easy. right now its a difficult time. yeah, maybe she'd say yes if it were a usual day but no. with the harbingers out in other nations, there is nobody to handle their jobs here except for me." you crossed your arms.
"wait, what? you're handling the harbingers jobs as well as yours?" he almost let out a glare for your rash decision. "y/n, let me help you. i'll be able to handle the harbingers jobs well. i have nothing else to do anyways."
"no. ajax just don't, you can't help me. you're not allowed to do other harbingers jobs especially when they're many ranks above you." you chewed on your lip, standing up from the couch hoping to get away from the near soon heated atmosphere.
"okay.. well, what about your job—"
"you know you're not allowed to do my work out of all jobs, ajax. i've told you too many times to count. my job has confidential information that nobody but me and her majesty can know."
"i know that. i'm just asking to help with the work, not know it. there's a difference." his voice was stern as he got up from the couch too. "ajax, no. i appreciate the offer but helping me is the same as knowing the information. end of discussion." you opened up cabinet in the kitchen to grab a glass.
"what's so bad about me knowing the information? yeah, yeah, its secret info but i'm your boyfriend. you know i'm not going to tell anyone." he chuckled weakly. "who's there to tell anyways? i don't have anyone but you truly."
you ignored him and shrugged, putting water into your cup and downing it in a second. "i said end of discussion ajax." you slammed the glass onto the bench, though not hard enough to smash it. he gave you a look up and down until the realisation hit him smack in the face.
"you don't trust me, do you." it came out more of a statement than a question. you froze your steps to upstairs and stood still, refusing to look back at him. of course i trust you, you wanted to tell him, but why wouldn't the words form out of your mouth?
he swallowed, biting his cheek almost hard enough to draw blood. "why? why don't you trust me?" his breathing got shaky. "is it because i'm a lower rank than all the other harbingers? because i seem to dumb for my job? too young? what is it?" he kept pestering you with questions and all the words seemed to be filling your head to the brim.
your grip on the side of the staircase got stronger, you didn't know whether it was going to be your hand or the wood that was going to break first. he kept speaking, you could tell his stressing out was travelling to your stress, making it rise higher and higher.
"ajax, just shut up! for fucks sake." his mouth clammed shut and he froze. "i don't know why i don't trust you. maybe its because you don't tell your family shit and run around behind their backs pretending to be some silly toy maker. or maybe its because you never tell me anything until i find out for myself." your jaw clenched when you turned back to him and saw glassy eyes refusing to look back. "look i—" your voice broke down. "i don't need help."
and to there, you made your way up the stairs and into the bathroom. closing the door with a slam and leaving the man all alone.
a shower is what would always calm you down, but as you were scrubbing yourself so hard that you felt like your skin might come off, you couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend and your poor word choices.
how could you say that to him? you knew the reason he didn't tell his family was a hard topic and that he had trust issues himself, that's why he was afraid to tell you anything. though, even through the trust issues he had, he still trusted you enough. it was truly just fear of you rejecting who he really is.
you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. staring into the mirror, concentrating on the mirror, and not looking anywhere else. in the silence of the towel friction, you could hear quiet sobs from across the hall. you had almost dropped your towel when you realised. was he crying?
he never cries. yeah, he had glassy eyes near the end of your argument but he always finds a way to stay strong and suck those feelings up. shit. how big did you mess up with him this time?
you got changed into your clothes that you'd set out for yourself and groomed your hair down neatly. your hand grabbed onto the handle softly and you pulled open the door, making your way quietly down the hall to the shared bedroom.
you opened up yourself to the room, the light of the outside spreading onto the bed through the gap you made. "ajax?" you questioned the silence. the blankets rustled and not even a second later, someone's head popped out.
ajax's eyes widened and he tumbled himself out of the bed and rushed towards you, engulfing his arms around your torso. "i'm sorry. i'm really, really sorry. i shouldn't of—" his voice cracked as his grip on you tightened, "i shouldn't of pried into your business, and— and—"
you shushed him, slowly moving both of you towards the bed. you laid down and placed his body on top of yours so his head rested on your chest. "it's okay, baby. it's not your fault." you whispered quietly, feeling your shirt dampen from your lovers tears.
"it's all mine. i went too far and should've just explained nicely to you instead of my words becoming harsh. i know you struggle with telling your family and i know you struggle with opening up sometimes." you smiled softly as he looked up to you. "but i'm here, okay? i'm here to help you open up, i'm here to take care of you, i'm here to love you."
he sniffed and shuffled his face closer into your chest. "and i do trust you. i don't know why i couldn't tell you that earlier, but i do. you're the person i trust most in this world." you played with the ends of his hair. "though ajax," you grabbed his attention, he moved to look back up to you. "you do need to understand that i can't tell you anything confidential, or her majesty will have my head." you let out a light laugh.
he smiled small. "i, i know. i was just selfish because i wanted to use my excuse of 'helping you' even though i just wanted to spend time with you. it's lonely having barely anything to do because all the jobs are given to the higher ranks." he sighed. "it's silly but i do love working. well, working in a sense of having something to fight instead of lazing at home."
you tapped his forehead. "hm, well how about this. i'll talk to the tsaritsa about taking a well needed break so we can spend some time together and," you twirled his hair around your finger. "and then when i get back i'll ask her to give you some jobs to do. yeah?"
ajax hummed, going back to nestle into your chest. you moved yourself down to kiss him on the head. "i love you," he whisper-mumbled into your shirt. your face broke out into a soft smile,
"i love you too."
⌗ i gotta stop doing these while i'm meant to be practicing for exams☠
some argument angst to comfort with childe maybe? i ADORE the way u write childe
RIGHT HANDS MISTAKE
⌗ childe x gn!reader
⌗ angst to fluff
— childe
you closed the front door to your home and sighed. you'd been so stressed lately with your work that you decided to leave early today and deal with it all later; being the tsaritsas right hand had a lot of responsibilities and pressure on it. you were most sure you'd have even more things piled up for you tomorrow, but you didn't care.
slowly making your way through the house, putting down your belongings during, you found it was uneasily quiet. usually ajax would be sitting in the living room or would be somewhere in the kitchen cooking for the fun of it, and if he was out, there'd be a note somewhere but there was nothing to see.
"ajax?" you called through the house. you got no answer back so you were about to venture yourself up the stairs until you heard footsteps making their way closer to you. "y/n? you're home this early?" he walked down to you.
"yes, i decided to come back early because works been too much lately with the new fatui trainees and the traveller constantly on the move." you sighed rolling your shoulders back as you flopped onto the couch with him following.
"are you sure its about work? or is it just because you love me and wanted to see me?' ajax slightly tilted his head with a glint in his eyes. you let out a laugh, "you wish." rolling your eyes.
"oh c'mon, you know you love me so." he shrugged, leaning back on the couch confidently. "uh-huh, sure..." you trailed off with a teasing smile making him shoot his head back your way with an offended look.
his look went away as he studied your features over and frowned. "you look stressed. are you okay?" ajax grabbed your jaw to pull you closer and have a better look. you tatted his hands away from you and sighed. "i'm only a bit stressed, my job keeps piling up with so many things and—… yeah."
he bit the inside of his cheek. "y/n, you know it's not healthy to do this type of thing. if you need a break tell her majesty, you're her right hand for archons sake, she'll let you and pause your work so it stops piling."
"ajax, you know its not that easy. right now its a difficult time. yeah, maybe she'd say yes if it were a usual day but no. with the harbingers out in other nations, there is nobody to handle their jobs here except for me." you crossed your arms.
"wait, what? you're handling the harbingers jobs as well as yours?" he almost let out a glare for your rash decision. "y/n, let me help you. i'll be able to handle the harbingers jobs well. i have nothing else to do anyways."
"no. ajax just don't, you can't help me. you're not allowed to do other harbingers jobs especially when they're many ranks above you." you chewed on your lip, standing up from the couch hoping to get away from the near soon heated atmosphere.
"okay.. well, what about your job—"
"you know you're not allowed to do my work out of all jobs, ajax. i've told you too many times to count. my job has confidential information that nobody but me and her majesty can know."
"i know that. i'm just asking to help with the work, not know it. there's a difference." his voice was stern as he got up from the couch too. "ajax, no. i appreciate the offer but helping me is the same as knowing the information. end of discussion." you opened up cabinet in the kitchen to grab a glass.
"what's so bad about me knowing the information? yeah, yeah, its secret info but i'm your boyfriend. you know i'm not going to tell anyone." he chuckled weakly. "who's there to tell anyways? i don't have anyone but you truly."
you ignored him and shrugged, putting water into your cup and downing it in a second. "i said end of discussion ajax." you slammed the glass onto the bench, though not hard enough to smash it. he gave you a look up and down until the realisation hit him smack in the face.
"you don't trust me, do you." it came out more of a statement than a question. you froze your steps to upstairs and stood still, refusing to look back at him. of course i trust you, you wanted to tell him, but why wouldn't the words form out of your mouth?
he swallowed, biting his cheek almost hard enough to draw blood. "why? why don't you trust me?" his breathing got shaky. "is it because i'm a lower rank than all the other harbingers? because i seem to dumb for my job? too young? what is it?" he kept pestering you with questions and all the words seemed to be filling your head to the brim.
your grip on the side of the staircase got stronger, you didn't know whether it was going to be your hand or the wood that was going to break first. he kept speaking, you could tell his stressing out was travelling to your stress, making it rise higher and higher.
"ajax, just shut up! for fucks sake." his mouth clammed shut and he froze. "i don't know why i don't trust you. maybe its because you don't tell your family shit and run around behind their backs pretending to be some silly toy maker. or maybe its because you never tell me anything until i find out for myself." your jaw clenched when you turned back to him and saw glassy eyes refusing to look back. "look i—" your voice broke down. "i don't need help."
and to there, you made your way up the stairs and into the bathroom. closing the door with a slam and leaving the man all alone.
a shower is what would always calm you down, but as you were scrubbing yourself so hard that you felt like your skin might come off, you couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend and your poor word choices.
how could you say that to him? you knew the reason he didn't tell his family was a hard topic and that he had trust issues himself, that's why he was afraid to tell you anything. though, even through the trust issues he had, he still trusted you enough. it was truly just fear of you rejecting who he really is.
you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. staring into the mirror, concentrating on the mirror, and not looking anywhere else. in the silence of the towel friction, you could hear quiet sobs from across the hall. you had almost dropped your towel when you realised. was he crying?
he never cries. yeah, he had glassy eyes near the end of your argument but he always finds a way to stay strong and suck those feelings up. shit. how big did you mess up with him this time?
you got changed into your clothes that you'd set out for yourself and groomed your hair down neatly. your hand grabbed onto the handle softly and you pulled open the door, making your way quietly down the hall to the shared bedroom.
you opened up yourself to the room, the light of the outside spreading onto the bed through the gap you made. "ajax?" you questioned the silence. the blankets rustled and not even a second later, someone's head popped out.
ajax's eyes widened and he tumbled himself out of the bed and rushed towards you, engulfing his arms around your torso. "i'm sorry. i'm really, really sorry. i shouldn't of—" his voice cracked as his grip on you tightened, "i shouldn't of pried into your business, and— and—"
you shushed him, slowly moving both of you towards the bed. you laid down and placed his body on top of yours so his head rested on your chest. "it's okay, baby. it's not your fault." you whispered quietly, feeling your shirt dampen from your lovers tears.
"it's all mine. i went too far and should've just explained nicely to you instead of my words becoming harsh. i know you struggle with telling your family and i know you struggle with opening up sometimes." you smiled softly as he looked up to you. "but i'm here, okay? i'm here to help you open up, i'm here to take care of you, i'm here to love you."
he sniffed and shuffled his face closer into your chest. "and i do trust you. i don't know why i couldn't tell you that earlier, but i do. you're the person i trust most in this world." you played with the ends of his hair. "though ajax," you grabbed his attention, he moved to look back up to you. "you do need to understand that i can't tell you anything confidential, or her majesty will have my head." you let out a light laugh.
he smiled small. "i, i know. i was just selfish because i wanted to use my excuse of 'helping you' even though i just wanted to spend time with you. it's lonely having barely anything to do because all the jobs are given to the higher ranks." he sighed. "it's silly but i do love working. well, working in a sense of having something to fight instead of lazing at home."
you tapped his forehead. "hm, well how about this. i'll talk to the tsaritsa about taking a well needed break so we can spend some time together and," you twirled his hair around your finger. "and then when i get back i'll ask her to give you some jobs to do. yeah?"
ajax hummed, going back to nestle into your chest. you moved yourself down to kiss him on the head. "i love you," he whisper-mumbled into your shirt. your face broke out into a soft smile,
"i love you too."
⌗ i gotta stop doing these while i'm meant to be practicing for exams☠
Ajax, the boy you’ve fallen for, the boy who you mourned over for years. Ajax, the boy who had sworn to marry you, promising to love you all his life, sealed with a twisted metal wire. Ajax, who had promised to see you again as he was pulled away from you, reluctantly waving his hand goodbye.
The man in front of you was no longer Ajax, you had to remind yourself.
This stranger, who wore his smile and adorned his eyes, though no longer holding the same softness you missed so dearly, was not him.
Ajax is dead.
[Name], his mouth formed your name, and even for a moment, you could almost see him.
Not Childe, not Tartaglia, not the Fatui Harbinger in front of you, but Ajax. The boy you snuck into the local bakery with, leaving with armfuls of stolen bread and angered yells behind you. The boy you’d made plans with to run away and to live in the woods, seeking thrill and something different from it all. The boy who had left a gaping hole in your heart when he had left.
Ajax, you whisper out.
He moves towards you, closing the distance with a few long strides. His arms were around you now, stabilizing your body –you haven’t even realized you were shaking. You take one long sniffle, before you intertwine your fingers with his, gently pushing them off your shoulders.
“Ajax” you let out a shaky breath. He wrenches one hand away from yours and lifts a finger to your lips.
“Not Ajax”. He smiles bitterly, untangling his other hand from yours. You were quick to grasp onto him, though he shook you off with ease. He turns to leave, walking a few paces before stopping.
“Childe.”
You could only watch as the snowstorm swallowed what was left of his back.
childe angst!!! where in a rage of terror he massacres a treasure hoarder camp in front of you because they dared to slightly injure you with their filthy hands and all you can do his stare in horror at the dismembered bodies that surround you, the blood that has stained the grass red, and the cries of mercy aimed at the harbinger himself. but one can only find mercy in an honorable warrior and the 11th harbinger is a weapon.
one that thinks of himself as a man who has just defended your honor and as he walks up to you, the greys and blacks of his outfit fighting to be seen amongst the stains of blood that do not belong to him, you fight the urge to step away. instead choosing to let him take you by the waist and inspect you for any more injuries. he’s soft, gentle with your body, never pressing too harshly on what he thinks is a bruise. a vast contrast to the carnage that you stand in the middle of. and when he is satisfied? he drops his head against your shoulder breathing in your scent and nuzzling against you, his hands finding purchase on your hips, slotting your body closer to his as if he is allowed domesticity after the murderous rampage he went on and then your next move surprises you—instead of feeling disgusted and sickened at his actions, instead of shoving him away and screaming at him to never come near you, to never put his hands on you again. that you could never love a man like him. you only tug the lapels of his jacket closer and wrap your arms around him.
you have a horrific realization then. you realize that no matter how deranged ajax was, no is, you’ll never stop loving him. you could never will yourself to hate him, you can act as if you’re morally above him that you’re good and kind and he’s everything you’re not but the truth is you’re just like him and thats what scares you the most. and it’s what he loves the most.
it’s so easy to forget what your husband truly is. so easy to get caught up at how he plays with your kids around your house, their infectious laughter ringing out as they yelp for their daddy to pick them up and swing them around. so easy to focus on his tender hands as he makes you sing for him every night. so easy to delude yourself that you’re a normal family and that you have a perfect life, a perfect husband. and how could you not? when he loves your kids so much! when he loves you so much! when he’s such a family man! a good man who puts food on the table and showers his family with anything they desire.
you live happily in your delusion. until it’s late at night and your feet ache from being bent over the sink and your cold hands are raw trying to scrub off the dried blood from your husband’s favorite scarf. the same scarf that you gifted to him. eyes blurry with tears and you can’t help but wonder who’s other perfect husband’s blood ajax has stained on his clothes.
Childe is what I like to call the Tsaritsa's lap dog (when I wanna bully him), so my first idea is that he prioritises serving the Tsaritsa more than taking care of his lover
And this is before his love becomes immortal
They work together, sure, but his lover isn't a Harbinger or a high ranking Fatui
They could be clumsy during work because they're not willingly working for the Fatui.
They're paying off a debt to the Tsaritsa
And when they don't see Childe for days and ask him to sit with them like a couple instead of ignoring them for work?
He calls them ungrateful for not respecting the Tsaritsa and whatever.
So they leave and somehow end up expiring
Childe begs Tsaritsa to help in exchange to give his and his lover's own mortality to forever serve Tsaritsa.
His lover doesn't like that, but the deed has been done.
And no matter how much Childe apologises, it takes centuries before his (ex) lover is willing to warm up to him again
you could feel childe's cold gaze follow you as you attempt to walk away, ball gown dragging behind your trail, gathering dust and grime from the floor of the dungeon where he had rushed you into when the first explosion went off in the grand hall. it was safe to say you could have only escaped due to his quick instincts but in the current moment, you couldn't force the thanks out from the back of your throat.
"it is still unsafe, your highness." he says and you hear the crunch of gravel as he takes a step forward. "let me take you back to your room, at least."
"there is no need."
"your highness, it is too soon to be alone. the situation has barely been contained." another step forward and you wonder how he was so able to close the distance when you realise your feet had stopped moving. curse this body, so desperate to cling to memories.
"childe, you will obey my orders as the princess. when i tell you i will be fine, i mean it."
"i don't have it in me to believe you."
"i don't need you to. i just need to you leave me the fuck alone!" the words slip out of your mouth before you can filter them and the silence it brings you coaxes the air out of your lungs. "go back and access the situation, childe."
the steady click of heels against cement tells you your body has finally begun to work again and you swallow a sigh of relief. sure, you may have slipped up a little too much for your liking, but nothing a bottle of strong wine and a good night's rest couldn't fix.
it would simply be better if you could just forget him. if it was ever that easy.
and as if the world wanted to remind you just how unfixable the situation was, you hear your name. called with such delicacy, as if a breath could blow it away, trembling because the syllables have grown foreign on his tongue, because the memories the word unleashes are burdensome and heavy, throwing you both back in the distant path. it only took one word, uttered from one mouth, for the world to give out beneath your feet.
hesitantly, your body betraying your screaming mind once again, you find yourself turning.
you choke on a gasp.
the entire night you had desperately tried anything to refuse his eye, taking up every dance request with greasy men who only had eyes for the way your dress hugged your figure. every time he had even dared to approach you, you had already crossed the floors of the ball, in the arms of another man. even during the escape, his arms wrapped around you, pushing you into his chest, you could only stare at the ground because the familiarity of his body pressed into yours was too overwhelming to acknowledge.
childe stood perhaps two metres away, eyes holding onto yours. the scars of his past ran jagged lines across his face, though its brutality dimmed at the pleading expression dusted on his face.
another step taken, slowly as if coaxing a wild beast.
he says your name again, testing the waters. you watch him approach, the same emotion in his eyes reflected in yours. how you wanted to cup his face and memorise all the features that him, him.
"please." childe says. "let me take you back."
you open and close your mouth. he now stood before you, his breath warm against the still air of the dungeons.
with his face so close to yours, you realise he was everything you had given up. you didn't recognise the emptiness in his gaze, oh what had the abyss done to him, you didn't recognise the dangling earring on his right, you didn't recognise the dip of his collarbone, the arch of his brow, the tilt of his lips. it was clear he had grown. perhaps the two of you needed to as well.
"you've done enough."
silence ensues, ridden with guilt and thick with ticking tension.
"you would let our past get in the way of your safety?" childe asks. his hand slides up your arm.
the sensation is enough break you out of your trance. you slap the hand away, taking a step back to further the distance. the moment breaks just like that, perhaps it had always been fragile.
"i will call another guard." you watch as his eyes harden, the delicacy dissipating until you weren't even sure if it had ever been there to begin with. "thank you for your service. your skills would be better appreciated apprehending the situation above."
when he doesn't say anything, simply staring at you, you take another step back. "please go back."
"this is it, then?"
"i don't know what you mean."
"i miss you, you know."
"go back, childe."
"all these years, i've been holding onto you to survive."
"go back."
"where did i lose you, tell me!"
"childe."
"this isn't fair." the man runs a hand through his hair, breathing in heavily. "i just found you again."
"remember your place, solider."
he freezes and exhales, shaking his head as if it'll empty his racing mind. "i won't give up on you."
you smile sadly at that. "i'm sorry. i've already given up on you."
and it's heartbreak all over again, the broken look in his eyes like glass shattering, the memories you held together breaking with it. you see it then, you really do, when his eyes fall and sweep back up, as if taking you in, the you he once knew, for the last time. and he sees it then, the hopelessness in the moment, everything he had been fighting for, for naught.
"you have, haven't you?"
"i'm sorry i couldn't wait."
he shakes his head. "i wasn't fast enough. i lost you."
"childe." you say, cherishing the word on your tongue one last time. "call another guard for me."
this time, he nods, resigned. "of course, your highness."
he turns first, footsteps echoing the empty room until they fade to silence. you watch him leave, and the reality hits not like a dam, but a simple, sudden epiphany. perhaps, in your most vulnerable of moments, you had truly wished he could take you back to what once was, perhaps a small inkling in your stomach told you things could return, perhaps you still had hope. now, you truly had severed any remaining fraying strings for good.
he was gone for good.
perhaps the cruellest thing is that if you had told your younger selves this was how you were to part, neither as friends nor enemies but strangers with memories, they would have never believed it.
genshin boys and the downfall of your relationship ☆
𓆏 › childe
from the beginning, you were wooed by his playfulness, the sneaky kiss in public, the sly hand slipping under your shirt when you're talking, the late-night conversations that span until the sun rose the next morning
you believed this was it; this was what sweet first loves felt like, always giddy and living spontaneously. a dashing smile thrown in your direction, silly gifts on your doorstep when adventure calls and he answers for weeks on end, security found in the matching rings he bought from his time in inazuma
but like first everythings, relationships are built to grow. but childe never does
the fluttering in your stomach is unpleasant. it's the cause for the shaking in your leg and the rambling thoughts plaguing your mind. you hadn't heard from childe in a month.
usually, when he is taken by his job as a toymaker, he'll write to you, even if only occasionally. a silly recap of strange events, a small doodle of him hugging you, sometimes even a souvenir to remind you he keeps you in his thoughts. this time, nothing.
the cold worms into your body in the dead of night. you know you should be asleep, but thoughts of him keep you glaringly awake. something tells you he’ll be back tonight, but even that prediction feels you with dread. when was the last time you felt secure in this relationship?
you perk up at the creaking of a door. it’s subtle, threatening to blow away in the night breeze, but you catch it by the throat. childe peers up too, eyes wide as he takes you in, illuminated by the moonlight.
“what are you still doing awake?” his voice, once capable of settling every doubt, only enhances your fear.
“is that all you have to say?” you croak, throat protesting at the lack of use. “childe, where have you been?”
your boyfriend steps closer, unravelling the red scarf from his neck and wrapping it around you instead. the material is cold against your skin. you would have preferred the night instead.
“babe, you know i had work.”
“for a month? and you couldn’t even let me know somehow that you were still alive?” your voice peaks and you find something cold drip down your cheek. “i thought you were dead.”
the confession hangs suspended in the room, and yet whilst you hope childe will acknowledge it, he only sweeps a finger under your eye. you follow the movement in your peripherals and notice the lack of jewellery on his hand. “did you miss me?”
“childe, be serious. this, this can’t keep happening.”
“i’ll write to you, name.” he takes a hold of your hand and kisses the back of it. “i couldn’t stay away from you even if i tried.”
you yank your hand back and the hurt that flashes across his face is more real than you’ve ever seen him act. “childe. i’m not joking. this isn’t about me missing you or just some petty issue. i’m scared.”
“of what, baby?”
your fingers curl inward at the pet name. “of us. of what it’s becoming. or what it hasn’t changed into.”
“we’re what we’ve always been. i didn’t find another girl while i’m away, if that’s what you’re asking.” he kisses your forehead lightly, delicately, like you’ll break under the touch. “you always did have the strangest thoughts. you know i love you. come on,you’ll catch a cold out here.”
you refuse his hand, opting to force eye contact. “that’s the thing, childe. we’re what we’ve always been, we haven’t changed. or at least, you won’t let it. we’re not new lovers anymore, you can’t just solve every issue with a gift or a kiss. i liked you back then, but i love you now. i care about you. if we want to stay together, you have to take this more seriously.”
maybe it’s his job that inhibits the progression of your relationship, or maybe he has never truly considered you as the end goal. maybe all you were was a first love and maybe his "i love you's" were never a lie, but also never a promise
maybe his heart is taken by you, but not his future
𓆏 › kaeya
your boyfriend’s resilience is his strongest aspect, at least that’s what you’ve always believed. sometimes you’ll trace the scar that runs jagged across his eye and wish your kisses could heal the folds of skin, wishing your embraces could erase the pain from his past. but sometimes, you’ll believe he doesn’t need it, that he’s taken his painful moments in his stride, never letting a setback diminish his efforts, never letting a soul tell him that he isn’t everything he’s pushed himself to be
his achievements stack one on one endlessly and the smiles down the street from strangers tells you he’s found his rightful place in the world
but just like how his eyepatch hides a permanent shame, his facade hides a brewing insecurity
“drink with me.”
“kaeya,” you laugh off his approach and stand from the bar stool, the warm atmosphere leaving you temporarily dazed. “i can’t, i have a mission early tomorrow morning. you know i get horrible hangovers.”
something foreign washes over his face. it’s cast away almost immediately, enough for you to believe it was a simple trick of the eye so you blink it away with a smile. leaning down, you kiss kaeya on the cheek. “then, i’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our date.”
“hold on.” your boyfriend grabs onto your wrist, holding you in place. when you turn to look at him, you find his eyes looking elsewhere, before flickering to you. his mouth opens to distract you from the gesture, but you’re already turning to look as well.
diluc stands not too far from the counter of the bar, talking quietly to another girl. you recognise her as an adventurer from liyue who had quickly won over the heart of the infamous dark knight.
you hum in appreciation. “is that diluc’s girlfriend? they seem happy. good for them.” turning back to face him, you’re shocked to find his expression closed off. “is something wrong?”
when he smiles, you realise it doesn’t reach his eyes. “stay with me, darling, won’t you?”
“i can’t, i already told you.” you say slowly, as if he hadn’t heard you the first time. the grip on his wrist tightens. “kaeya, you’re hurting me.”
the hold stammers, but he refuses to let you go. “can’t you stay back just a little longer for me?”
“what is this all about?”
“nothing, i just miss you.” but his body language betrays his words. you look over at the happy couple in the corner again.
“let go of my wrist.” you say.
“i’m telling you to stay.” he snaps back. his eyes are burning into yours. “why can’t you just do this one thing for me?”
“you don’t control me, kaeya, don’t talk to me like that.” you try to shake off his hold but it only tightens and you’re sure if you were to look at it the next monring, it’ll be stained in blues and purples. “kaeya, i’m serious.”
“me too.” a harsh squeeze. “i’m telling you to stay.”
“you’ve had too much to drink. i’m taking you back home with me.”
“is everything okay over here?” your head snaps up at the new voice, finding diluc with his girlfriend before you, concerned at the commotion.
you smile weakly, still unable to shake off your boyfriend’s hold. “sorry diluc, i think kaeya’s had too much tonight.”
the red-haired man huffs, unimpressed. “of course he did. i should be the one apologising to you, name. will you take him home?”
you laugh briefly too. “of course. what else would i do.”
a flurry of movement catches your eyes and in the chaos, you realise kaeya had let go of your wrist. turning, you find diluc knocked to the ground, the perpetrator a familiar man with blue hair.
“you think you’re so much better than me, don’t you, huh brother?” his voice tilters jeeringly. “now that you’ve gotten a girlfriend, you think you’ve beaten me? you think you’ve won?”
“kaeya! what are you doing?” you rush to the scene, holding your boyfriend back, your palm against his chest feeling his rapid heartbeat. “where did this come from?”
he turns mad eyes on you. “couldn’t you tell, name? didn’t you see him brag his new girlfriend right in front of me, thinking he can one-up me? he’s still over me beating him in the past, this is just a new scheme to get under my skin. well it worked, still doesn’t mean shit though, diluc. i’m better, i’m still better than you. my girlfriend’s better than yours, my life is better than yours, you’re nothing.”
though kaeya tries to patch up his insecurities, you can feel the repressed emotions threatening to explode behind every kiss. and though you promise that you won’t leave him either, your heart skips a beat in fright with every scattered glance and every coded conversation between your boyfriend and his brother
you realise it is true, then, when they say you must love yourself before you love others
𓆏 › xiao
the guardian yaksha, conqueror of demons, alatus the golden-winged king, xiao goes by many names but to you, he is simply just xiao
your first meeting seems alike a dream, a vigilant protector by your side warding off the grim reaper and sparing you a glance that made time stop and the wind cease its song. it was love at first sight, perhaps on both ends, and your relationship proceeded into something precious where his heart that only accepts few, accepts you
gentle touches and intimate, quiet sights, the small moments you shared with each other held close to your heart. perhaps it is the illusion that xiao was a secretive, selective person that led you to believe he would arrive with your every call
you found security in a mirage
throughout the day, you had spared multiple glances at the clock. you counted down the minutes of every hour and then every hour until sunset, until the clock finally struck 7pm and you were free.
dashing into the street, you waved goodbye to your boss and headed down in the direction of the wangshu inn in a state of ecstasy.
you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in days. of course, you expected something like this considering his reputable status in liyue, but it hurt nonetheless when your timetable and his activities avoided one another. tonight, however, it would be different. he had assured you with a kiss on the forehead and a caress of the cheek that he’ll make it for your one year anniversary, and the promise was sealed with a shared smile. today was even more so special because you had just been promoted in your job, meaning you had to transfer workspaces to inazuma.
how would you deal with the distance, you wondered in a spike of doubt, especially since the current distance was already barely tolerable?
you arrived on the roof of the inn just as the sun whispered its finally goodbye to the sky with an orchestra of pink and orange clouds, a familiar silhouette illuminated against the fading rays.
“xiao!” you call, hurrying over. “you made it.”
“i won’t be getting commissions tonight.” he shuffles over subtly, making room for your presence. “i owe you that much.”
“you don’t owe me anything. but thank you.” you sit beside him, butterflies erupting in your stomach. glancing sideways, you watch him watch the sun. “actually, xiao, there’s something i’ve been meaning to say.”
xiao turns to you, not just his head but his entire body language, encouraging you in the silence and holding your gaze in his eyes. “i’m listening.”
“it’s nothing that important, i promise.” you laugh slightly.
“anything you tell me is important.”
you bite your lip. “the thing is, i told you about my current job right?”
“the one in liyue.”
“well, that’s the thing. it might not be anymore?”
xiao frowns. “you got fired?”
“no, i got promoted. to inazuma.”
something passes across his face. his hand reaches over to grab yours, and he gives it a slight squeeze. “wait, that’s—”
“i know! it’s far.” though you weren’t sure what expression he’ll give at the news, you weren’t expecting the deep concentration on his face and the hand around yours. without knowing, you began to ramble. “i get that. and if you don’t want me to, i don’t have to accept the promotion, if you think it’s too much. i don’t want to put too much pressure on you and i know already we’ve been having issues with distance but—”
“not that.” xiao squeezes your hand again. “i have to go.”
you blink. “what?”
but he’s already standing, face to the wind. there’s that look of concentration again, but you realise it was never directed at you. a flash of golden glimmer and his staff appears in his hand. “name, i’m sorry but i we’ll continue this another time.”
“i thought you said you wouldn’t be accepting commissions tonight.” you stand as well. “you promised to be here.”
“i have a duty to serve. i’ll be back.”
“do your promises mean nothing?”
this time, he does spare you a glance. “the traveller. they called my name.’ he said as if that explained everything. and to him, it likely did. “i’ll talk to you later.”
the sudden turn of the wind left you alone and unsatisfied. the nerves from your conversation dissipate into disappointment just as the breeze turns cold. you hug your arms into your chest and seek warmth in yourself, but the hole that xiao leaves is gaping and wide.
waiting again, you sit on the roof of the inn.
xiao’s heart is guarded; for good reason. it is difficult to balance the crucial people of his life leaving those close to his heart few. but amongst those, there are some he simply cannot help but prioritise over others, and it is a pity that you are at the bottom
not really the happiest w xiao's one but !! how did this end up 2k+ words ?? i do have zhongli's one written so i might do a cont. of this if this is particularly liked !! thank you for reading ☆
What if you and this male character had an argument or maybe they were just stressed or he was already pissed off and you manage to mess up a bit so he let out his frustrations on you. Words that he didn’t mean spew out of his mouth till he said the words he didn’t mean the most.
“I wish you would just disappear”
You were hurt well hurt was an understatement. It was the last thing you wish to hear from your husband’s mouth. So you left not taking anything with you. You weren’t angry you were hurt, you weren’t the type to slam the door shut. The last thing you told him was a soft “I’m sorry” as you closed the door softly. He never bothered to chase after you. He just went to your shared bedroom and slept expecting for you to come back, sleep next to him and the two of would reconcile tomorrow.
But that never came he woke up without you next to him. The home you shared feels off, feels eerie then he realised all your belongings are no where to be seen. He panicked and dialled your number but it was someone else who answered the call. His heart was thumping fast thinking you left him for good while he was sleeping and took everything with you. He asked your friends but they didn’t know who you were even went to the house where your parents lived but it was owned by someone else too. He was confused, he thinks he was going insane, he thought he was being pranked, pranked by the cruelest joke. It was like you disappeared from this world, that you never existed. That thought dawned on him, those last words he told you, the shock and hurt in your eyes as he said those god awful words, that he wished for you to disappear. He refused to believe you disappeared. You couldn’t have, you married him, the both of you exchanged rings.
He looked at his ring finger, and froze, the band that signifies your union and promise to each other was not there but he never took it off, he never did. He was sure you’re real, he IS sure everything he had done with you IS real but why aren’t they there? why aren’t you there?. He wanted to make sense to everything, anything that could’ve led to your disappearance, why everyone you know were confused who you were. He couldn’t help but feel defeated and cry on your shared/his bed. How can a lie be the truth. It was all a lie, every hurtful things he said to you were just in the heat of the moment, he didn’t mind your shortcomings like how you are to him. He wants you back, heck he’ll even pray and beg to God to give you back, to grovel at Gods feet to give everything back to him. He’ll do anything just to give you back to him.
Imma stop right here
Idk why I wrote this but feel free to use it ig???
I read a bunch of your works and I totally fell in love with your writing,so I was wondering if you could write a yandere capitano x reader,where reader is actually really submissive and lovable towards him,reader craves his love and touch,she’s probably more lovesick than him lol,use she/her and describe reader as beautiful and angelic if you can,thank you sm<3
simply swooned | yandere capitano x fem!reader
content warning: none
"capitano... I've missed you very, very much"
your eyes glossed over with such intense emotions as you spoke, your voice wavering as you rushed towards capitano, through the thick snow, your arms extended towards him.
capitano caught you, lifting you into his arms. your arms wrapped around his neck and rested your head onto his shoulder as you whispered about how much you missed him.
your words moved capitano, you were always so loving towards him and he loved you for that.
because your love was all he wanted but for the longest time it seemed unattainable, but having you in his arms while you declared your love to him was much for than he could ever ask for.
you swooned over him, holding onto him as if you were soon to lose him. "I missed you, capitano... i really, really did."
"... ive missed you dearly, (y/n)" capitano confessed, his arms wrapping around your waist to better support you as he began to approach the carriage that would take the two of you home.
you smiled and capitano felt it against his neck. "(y/n)... you'll have to let go, it's impossible to get into the carriage this way."
you nodded, slowly releasing capitano and climbing into the carriage, capitano following closely behind you. once the two of you were in, you scooted closer to capitano, resting your head on his shoulder.
capitano's hand planted itself onto your thigh, messing with the soft fabric of your elegant dress. "how come I've never seen this dress before? it's beautiful, (y/n)."
your face before hot as you said, "I was saving it... I wanted to wear this on a special occasion... today is very special. "
"yes, it is," capitano nodded, pitching the dress in between his fingers, "I've looked forwards to this day for quite some time now."
your eyes left capitano's hands and roamed towards his helmet, "will you take it off?" you asked as you reached towards it but capitano's hand caught yours and placed it onto his thigh, saying, "if it will please you."
capitano removed the helmet and placed it to his side and your lips immediately met his. his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer.
his touch was nothing less than gentle when directed towards you, and he wasn't known for his gentle touch.
"you're perfect... you really are," you pant between kisses before pulling away, your eyes roaming across capitano's mildly flushed face.
your fingers ran through his hair as you pulled yourself closer to him, your lips spreading soft kisses across his cheek, repeatedly.
he held you close to him for the rest of the ride, his hand caressing your back slowly while you showered your utmost affection.
and capitano loved it... just how he loved you.
you were always so understanding, how was capitano so lucky, to know such a wonderful, beautiful, and understanding lady?
the carriage ride was full of compliments and small touches until it finally reached the manor.
capitano was the first to get off, after setting you down to his side then he helped you out, and brought you inside, once inside the maids greeted him.
"(y/n) and i will reside in our chambers for the night, I'd like for dinner to be brought to us. and knock before entering," after capitano said that he brought you up to his room.
you quickly excused yourself and changed, into your finest nightgown, it was beautiful and handmade specifically for a moment like this.
you invited yourself back into capitano's room, and his eyes met you for the first time that day, a subtle smile grew on his face as he took all of you in.
no words could describe your beauty, that's what capitano thought as he watched you walk closer towards him, the moonlight coming through the open window and shining upon your skin.
you looked ethereal.
capitano smiled wider as you sat down beside him, "you look beauti-"
you wrapped your arms around him, tightly, your cheek resting upon his chest as you hugged him for the first time in so long.
the feeling of him in your arms made you feel secure,
"I really missed you."
you felt loved in his presence, so to be around him for the first time in so long was overwhelming. you choked back a cry and you scooted closer to capitano, burying your face deeper into his chest.
"oh... (y/n)," capitano ran his hand down your back, before pressing a small kiss upon your forehead, "don't cry."
"I won't..." you mumbled, taking deep breaths to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. you just felt so relieved, so loved, it was hard to not be so... emotional at times like this.
times when you're with capitano, being with him was more than you could have ever asked for.
"I'm sorry," you laughed softly as you pulled away from capitano and got under the sheets. "lay with me, capitano."
"(y/n), we haven't even eaten dinner yet, so do not fall asleep. "
you sat up slowly, your legs remaining underneath the cover, "then why don't you tell me a story? to keep me up," you were sure that without a story, you'd fall asleep.
capitano nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him, and you melted in his hold, your face becoming hot as you leaned onto him.
he began to tell you a story of what happened on his mission. it was a short, brief story, but it kept you awake until dinner was served.
the two of you ate before settling down in bed.
you usually slept facing capitano but this night was different, before you could turn to face him, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close to him and his warm body.
you snuggled closer to him and smiled, while his hand enveloped your hand and slowly rubbed the back of your hand.
"I'm so happy to be with you again... I was so lonely without you," you whispered, your hands squeezing him and you felt capitano nod, "it seemed that all I thought about while I was gone... was you and your wellbeing."
"really?" your face heated up and you felt capitano press a kiss against the side of your neck, "I thought about you too... I never stopped, I missed you so much."
