I hope you are doing well.
I read your Capitano x Angel reader and omg I love it so muchhhh💗
I was wondering if you could do a second part of the Capitano x Angel reader or something similar too it please
A story of how the Angel reader grew to love capitano and possibly some smut.
After the events in Nod krai, the reader’s training as the moon goddess’s apprentice comes to a close and the reader is tasked with guarding and protecting the Eternal moons marrow. How would capitano feel with is angel having to return to her home land and fulfill her duties.
I hope this is enough for a good story. Thank you💕💕
Under the moonlight - pt. 2 Capitano x angel!reader
I can't believe you forced me to catch up on genshin quests.. just kidding.
Regardless, sorry for being a lazy bum. I'll try to be less depressive, more productive and write, because I have a bit of inspiration lately.
In addition, below you'll find some smut, as the person kindly requested, and you can also interpret is as angst. This time, pardon me, but I focused on description of female genitalia so it's less genderless.
Everything was fine and dandy when Columbina was gone for her duty. Of course, Capitano was worried for his acquaintance, but having you around just for himself was a fair trade.
You two spent days together, as your harbinger was away, you opted to serve another one. The captain very warmly led you through your new tasks, chores, and errands. It was a bit different from doing the binding of The Moon Lady.
Much more often you had to use logistics or be close to weaponry. Each one of the main fatuis had their own job to keep up the organization. His was mostly concentrated on the militaristic aspect.
Your poor, kind heart is scorched to be helpful, even to simple troops. Deciding to bring them weapons or other supplies when needed, until Capitano noticed it. Seeing you struggling wasn't proper for a fair creature like you. He immediately stepped in to finish your assignment, and from now on, he ordered a few henchmen to stay wary of your doings. Jumping in when you even tried to sweat a bit.
Another change was that you used your voice now sparsely. Trainings with Damselette obviously stopped, you were worried that all your hard work would go to waste, but The First had a different idea.
Late at night, he often called you to his study. While busy with tiresome paperwork, you made little concerts for him. It was truly pleasant for his battered soul, and it made you delighted too.
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His voice wasn't shaky, wasn't concerned, or even mildly sad. That was the scariest. Captain was like always an imposing leader, whom everyone trusted and relied on. It was like any other question people asked every day. Probably it wasn't even the first time he had to say farewell with someone, just if he was completely used to dialogue like this.
You stood quietly, your wings in a similar tone flapping behind you. They grew through those months, joined with Columbina and then with him. The stronger your abilities were, the more prominent your magical features were. It was a sight to behold, just like if you were sent from the heavens themselves.
Part of you especially decided to visit him at night, right before you had to leave. You weren't completely oblivious, especially since you grew attached to him too. Maybe you expected that he would be too tired to think about how to stop you, how to make it different. Even in the end, you were still you, never daring to see another one hurt.
What you didn't take into account was when silence wasn't broken by words but by noises. Ragged noises. First his breathing became ragged, and then metal steps as he approached closer and closer to you.
It seemed like he struggled when his fingers moved one by one. Each of the tiniest muscles and nerves in his body was burning, not only from the curse but also from faltering restraint. His arm is barely lifting to reach you. First, idly tracing your arm, your skin was so soft to him, of a beautiful color and texture. It wouldn't be something he would normally care for, but just your presence made his brain go mushy. As goosebumps began splattering across your skin, he moved his palm across your feathers. Ruffling then here and there. Managing to push out a gasp from you and weakening your legs. When you stumbled, his other hand caught you but also pushed you closer up against him. The first one is still anticipating reactions from playing with your feathered limb.
Then his hand reached what seemed to be its desired destination. Running across your head, rubbing the back of your neck, and lightly massaging your scalp.
You looked at him so pleadingly, your breath quickening the closer you two were. His mask covered face also closed further and further the distance between your two souls.
He didn't need to kiss you, just stare down at your being. You knew he was ultimately focused on you, even when his eyes weren't for anyone to witness. He was waiting patiently.
The clock in the background is fading away; soft ticking is not an issue any longer to anyone. Especially when Capitano made another move.
He would never push you, never lay a finger on you in a bad manner. Instead, he gently lifted you and then laid you back on the plush chaise behind you. That was already leading in a clear direction, but even more breathtaking was when he kneeled right in front of you.
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First, the captain, The Ever-Righteous Captain, The Brave and Fearless Captain, Capitano… Man of many names, but there was only one reserved for you… "Mine"
His fingers already were reaching for their goal. Your loose tunics and dresses were coming off you as he eagerly rubbed your legs. You softly, with a bit of shyness covering you face, spread your limbs open. Opening up to him like a flower, glistening under the moonlight just as a feast right for the king. Your lover didn't need any further instructions. His gloomy tongue reaching out to lap at your softest, most delicate spot. At the same time his digits made their way upon your threshold of warmth. It felt to him like Hestia's most scorching hearth and felt just like home.
Plumps on your face kept opening and closing. Emanating tender gasps right from your deepest tunnels. Wings behind you squashed right up against the chaise. Flipping each time the man in front of you continued his role. Fingers exploring you pulsated like the length of a lover, the tactile texture of your most intimate valleys making it tedious to not venture into them further. His lingua meanwhile busied itself with sickening greed. Keeping you leaking nectar just for his being, gathering each smallest drop.
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"La petite mort," they called it, and it felt just like it. Your whole body began confusing you, but that didn't stop the Captain. Leading you through the whole experience skillfully as various tunes poured out from windpipes. Little watery drops dripping down your face. Mixing with particles dirtying his mask, though, your tears seemed to cleanse filth coming from his curse. At least in a small form.
And you had the whole night to lift his pains. Two beings joining together in a simple dance of limbs. Act so primal to some, but also so sacred to others. Though, none of you were human enough to treat it just like a fleeting event.
It was similar to how he sheathed and unsheathed his sword every day, but now in much different form. His thrusts forcing out various sounds of you as you two became one like Yin and Yang. So different, but at the same time a cure for each other.
A fact was that Capitano had just two limbs like everyone, but it almost felt like thousands of hands covered you. You drowned in warmth, hiding away your body, making you feel like you were on a cloud, safe and comfortable.
If anyone heard you through those fleeting hours, they would've thought that The First hired himself a whole orchestra.
If Columbina knew about acts he committed with her apprentice, she would've wondered what possessed them.
If you saw him in the upcoming days, you could almost think that you washed away his malediction.
If he could see the faintest signs of the moon in the following morning, he would think you were still with him.
