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⊹₊⟡⋆ MY KNIGHT, SHINING.

CHARACTERS: capitano x f!readers

WARNINGS: sfw. SYNOPSIS: with flower arrangements showing up at your doorstep from an anonymous sender, you’re curious who this admirer was and why they are being so secretive.

WORD COUNT: 1.699  A/N: i disappeared for 6 months and came back writing for my man. nothings changed

Watching the knights gleaming in their armor in preparation for their jousting battle, you've been captivated by the clamor of blades sharply hitting against each other.

Standing on the sidelines, your eyes fixed upon the men dressed in steel, your heart raced, sending a surge of adrenaline through your veins as their blades shyly miss their opponents vital points.

One knight had captured your sights, infiltrating your thoughts. He stands out from the rest, tall and proud even among his opponents. The undefeated, the one whose strength seemed a shadows of the Gods, The Captain.

Seeing him face his rivals, effortlessly using his strengths to take them down left you utterly infatuated in this dangerous sport. You cleared your schedule to watch him, canceling plans and devoted your time for him.

When you weren't spending majority of your time out watching knights, you found solace in your quiet home library, immersing yourself in romance novels. Other times, you were out with friends.

As you were rereading a favorite novel, a sudden knock at your front door shattered you from the fantasy world in your head, abruptly pulling you back to reality. Closing the book and walking to answer, you found that no one was standing there.

Confused, you slowly shut the door, but something caught your eye. Opening it fully once again, you noticed the bouquet of flowers sitting on your doorstep. Bending down, you carefully pick them up.

Inspecting the strange gift, you found no note or any hint who might've sent them.

"Who could've sent me these?" you murmured to yourself, carrying the bouquet to the kitchen to place them in a vase. No one had shown an interest in you before, which made this gift all the more puzzling.

No matter the reason, you happily accepted the present with a smile and displayed them in the windowsill for all to see.

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The flowers continued to show up, week after week, always on the same day and at the same time. No name was ever attached, just a mysterious gift, leaving you to wonder who could be behind them.

It got to the point that you've began to stalk near the window, waiting for the person to show. One day, you got close enough to catch the delivery man.

"Do you know who sends these?" you asked , carrying the flowers.

The man merely shook his head, his expression neutral. "I do not. The sender requested to remain anonymous."

There goes that.

At this point you doubted you'll ever know who sends you these beautiful arrangements.

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As the season transitioned to spring, you found yourself confined in your home most days from the pollen. Allergy season proved to be utterly rude, causing you to miss out on your favorite activities, in particular, the one that involved knights.

However, the flowers did manage to brighten your days. But it wasn't until this particular arrangement arrived that you finally saw a note tucked underneath the petals. As you read the words, your eyes widened, and your heart skipping a beat.

The note read-- "I have missed seeing you in the stands"

A viewer? Commentator? or even-- no, it cannot be.

A knight?

Who else could possibly see you in the stands? Without any solid evidence, you could not pin-point who in the world might've written you this, or even sent these flowers all along.

With the thought of figuring out who've sent you your presents, going to the fights was the key to your mystery.

By the end of the week, you found yourself in the stands, eyes keen and mind clear of solving the missing piece of this puzzle. The weather in Khaenri’ah was warm on this day, nothing but a slight breeze to cool off the bystanders, waiting— anticipating— for the knights to ride out on their houses.

As the day went on and the fight coming to a close, you sat in your seat disappointed that you could not find who have sent you the flowers. Perhaps all you needed to do was ask the knights, however the thought sent shivers down your spine.

There was no way you could face the knights without fan-girling.

The crowd grew thin, only you and some who were chatting amongst their friends. You stared off into the sky, tired of this mystery. This person had to make themselves known or you’ll lose your mind.

Standing up from your seat and walking out the arena, your footsteps were loud— and sounded clucky?

Those possibly could not be your steps. Peering your head over your shoulder, you saw a figure, all in black whose height reached the heavens.

It was a knight, but not any knight— it was him.

Your eyes widened as his figure grew larger in your sight, his pace quickening. “Miss— please wait.” his tone was deep, causing multiple reactions to occur within your body.

A confusing feeling of confusion and delusion brewed. Why on earth would The Captain follow you, and is he the mystery sender?

My admirer…?

In no possible simulation or alternate universe.

You paused in your step and turned your body towards him, not being able to face him. “Yes?” your tone was quiet, barely capable of finding your voice.

The slowly he approached, towering over you. “I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Looking up at him, a slight smile growing. “Oh, yes. It was very entertaining. I am quite fond of the sport.”

He chuckled, eyes lowering to the floor before back into yours. “Yes, I am aware.” Oh, so he's aware that you're into the sport?

You continued to ponder over the thought of the if. What if he is him.

Capitano took note of your pause and decided to speak up. "I hope you liked the flowers. It had become slightly difficult finding new flowers to gift you."

And just like that, you felt your heart skip another beat, the air that was once help hostage in your lung being forced out of you, and you stood there, feeling like you were living in a dream.

With your lips parting slightly, tongue finding the courage to move and respond to him, you felt yourself speechless.

Never once have you thought a man would have you search for the right words, but how can you? The man before you had been in the silent chambers of your mind, always lingering, haunting your every thought.

The silence stretched between you until you felt your words stumbling out. "The flowers, they were your gift?" Eyes looking everywhere but his helmet. How blessed you felt for the barrier between you.

"Were they not to your liking?"

"No-- I mean yes, but why?" Your voice wavered, not wanting to misinterpret this, to spin a false narrative. The last thing you wanted was to be painted as a fool.

The knight answered without hesitation, his voice a low rumble. "You have captured my attention." He lowered his head, as if he amused himself. You could almost hear the unspoken laughter in his voice.

Beneath that metal helmet, you imagined his lips curling upwards, etching his face with a smile.

"Watching you in the stands," He began, tone dropping, "that gleaming look in your eyes, on the edge of your seat as you witness every clash of my sword, is what drives me for success." When he lifted his face, all that were visible were his eyes, one glowing a cerulean gleam.

Your gaze traced the broad lines of his armored form, lingering on the way his weight shifted subtly towards you. You studied him, watching every movement, until you noticed the faint twitch in his gauntleted hand, fingers flexing as if they ached to close the distance between you.

The realization sent a flush in your face, he burned to touch you, to feel you beneath the tips of his finger.

"If I may," he murmured, tone slipping into something warmer as his fingers reached to the hem of his helmet. With deliberately long upwards tilt, revealed the curve of his lips, exactly how you imagined. "would you do me the honor of granting a knight his good luck kiss?"

A laugh escaped you before you could stifle it. "Your next match isn't until tomorrow."

"Practice kiss." He leaned closer to your face, his voice getting softer. His scent infiltrated your senses, causing a short high, getting you addicted to his presence.

His lips barely ghosting yours, pausing before he could place them upon yours. "My dreams have become reality from this moment alone." He confessed, words grazing your mouth like a prayer. Covered hands slowly brought to the lining of your jaw. "I would strip every garden in this kingdom bare if it meant I have even a drop of your affection."

"Then make your dreams a reality." This newfound confidence buzzed within you, words that were bolder than you. You tilted your head upwards, an invitation for him.

"Gladly."

No hesitation. No knightly decorum. Just a starving man ready to devour his meal.

His kiss was soft, not a crushing demand of a warrior, but one that was devastatingly tender.

The fairytale that you've created in your head was slowly unraveling in reality. The journey of figuring out the culprit, stalking them down, and rendered the search futile was what you had expected, but being kissed by The Captain, Capitano, the man who's strength shadowed the gods, was not.

And yet, you found yourself relishing his taste. You barely had time to melt into the kiss before the warmth of his mouth slowly drew away, leaving a cool absence.

The steel of his helmet was slid back into place, shielding his smile from you. He took a step back, standing large before you. The dying sunlight glinted off his armor like a promise.

"Be in the stands tomorrow. I intend on finishing our unfinished business." His voice carried the weight of a vow.

And like that, we was gone, leaving you breathless while your skin still humming where he'd touched you. The words coiled low in your stomach, bringing a child-like smile to your face. Tomorrow, you'll watch your knight crave another victory for you.

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ෆ my official masterlist. not all my work is nsfw, so those underage can still read enjoy my sfw content. however, if labeled as nsfw, minors please do not interact. otherwise, enjoy! 

ಇ. GENSHIN IMPACT

⤷ CAPITANO        “ THE FALL INTO HIS HEART ” (sfw)         “ TEMPTATIONS, DESIRES, AND IMPULSE ” (nsfw)     “ MY KNIGHT, SHINING ” (sfw)

⤷ WRIOTHESLEY         “ A SLIPPED APOLOGY ” (sfw)

ಇ. NARUTO

ಇ. JUJUTSU KAISEN

ಇ. ATTACK ON TITAN

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hey baee do u still write eren smut 😓

i will when i get the motivation but it hasn't came yet 😅

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Capitano would occasionally find himself caught in moments when the weight of his duties seemed to pull him too far from you. Even though his responsibilities demanded the best of him, he could never forget the quiet joy he found in small acts of care—his affection wrapped in parcels, far away yet never distant.

When he was away on missions, he made sure that even in his absence, you always felt his presence. Wrapped gift boxes would arrive at your door, carefully packed with gifts chosen to nurture your spirit and keep you connected to him during the long, quiet hours.

Inside, there would always be an array of paints—vivid, rich hues, each one selected to reflect the shades he imagined you’d bring to life. Brushes with fine, supple bristles and palettes made of polished wood were nestled alongside spools of lace in intricate patterns, delicate and elegant, meant to inspire your craft. Every item was a token of his devotion, a gesture that spoke of his desire for you to find beauty and solace even when he was far away.

The paints and lace became tangible extensions of his love, ways of saying, I’m with you. They were silent promises, bridging the gap between him and you, even when he couldn’t be by your side. Each time you mixed a color or traced your fingers over the soft, intricate weaves of lace, it was as though you felt his presence, grounding you in his unwavering affection.

Upon his return, the sight of your finished creations—paintings filled with emotion or lacework that adorned your shared home—always filled him with a quiet, unspoken pride. Capitano, so stoic and commanding to the rest of the world, would find himself softened by these glimpses into your heart.

Sometimes, you would tuck small pieces of lace into the lining of his coat or paint tiny, intricate designs on a corner of his gauntlet—hidden details that only he knew were there. These small tokens, created with your own hands, were treasures he carried with him wherever he went. During quiet moments in the midst of battle, or when the solitude of his duties weighed heavily, he would trace the painted edge of his armor or run his gloved fingers over the lace tucked away in his coat.

“It’s like you’ve become a sentimental fool, Capitano,” one of his comrades might jest, smirking as they noticed his softened gaze lingering on the lace or paintwork.

Capitano would never respond to such remarks. He didn’t need to. The truth was, he wore those small details like armor—reminders of the love that awaited him beyond the battlefield. For him, they were anchors, tethering him to a life that was more than duty and chaos.

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I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ A SLIPPED APOLOGY .

CHARACTERS: wriothesley x f!readers

WARNINGS: fluff. fighting. apologies and everything sweet. sigewinne being cute. friends to lovers. childhood friends.   SYNOPSIS: an invitation to a ball hosted by lady furina came to your doorstep, taking it as an opportunity to drag wriothesley along with you find him a wife, but he did not enjoy that idea whatsoever.

WORD COUNT: 1.938 A/N: can you guys tell i'm obsessed with a particular troupe? you'll understand at the end of the post ;)

Having a friend who constantly refuses join in activities with you was beyond annoying. He'd been like this since youth, and his unwavering habits were adding up onto your everlasting list of problems with Wriothesley.

When an invitation was sent to your family home, without another though, you began your trek to the Fortress of Meropide. Each step laced with determination, your mind set on convincing your ever-stubborn friend to join you in whatever the letter contained.

Pushing open the door, there he sat. Your graying friend leisurely sipping on his tea, surprised by your sudden appearance.

"Ah, and what pleasure do I own?" setting his porcelain cup, a familiar, teasing smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. As taunting as it is, you found it quite endearing he continued to play childish games with you.

Tossing the wax-sealed envelope onto his desk, his eyes flicker towards it. The seal was unmistakable, a hue of blue so infamous it could only belong to one unique character.

"You got a letter from the Archon. So what?" he dismissed the importance of the letter as he lazily laid back into his seat. The way he went about it so casually left you wondering that the Archon was a frequent sender of his.

"Open it, Wrio." you crossed your arms over you chest.

The seal was already broken, its contents not a surprise to you. As you prepared yourself for an inevitable rejection, your gaze was sharp, studying his every movement.

Wriothesley exhaled a weary sigh before retrieving the letter. As he skimmed through the words, inspecting each part with precision, he could only laugh before discarding it.

"If you honestly believe I would go to a ball, of all places, you are sorely mistaken." his tone laced with dry amusement.

"Wriothesley," you began, your voice softening, holding a weight it lacked when you first arrived. "It is time for you to enter a new chapter in your life."

Your friend could not help himself but to roll his eyes. "And you think the Fortress of Meropide will be beneficial for both me and my "wife". What a joke."

A losing fight you have declared. Yet, that did not stop you from trying. Watching Wriothesley go on his days in solidarity, surrounding himself with the steel walls of the prison was a lonely sight.

"It's because I care for you." you replied, holding up your ground, unwilling to raise the white flag.

"Then stop caring." he retorted sharply. "All you ever do it point out my flaws that I do not care for fixing."

You scoffed, not understanding why he won't listen to you. "You cannot just spend the rest of your life in solitude, refusing to open up for someone."

Wriothesley rose from his seat, palms slamming hard onto his desk with such force his paperwork and books shifted, his tea nearly spilling over. "For gods sake, stop pestering me with these fairytales you refuse to let go of!"

His shouting caused you to flinch, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Just because you were raised in a wealthy family and had everything handed to you on a silver platter does not mean you can bother me." he spat, words sharp with bitterness.

Watching him grow angry at you was entirely unfamiliar to you. Your tongue begged to retort, however you were incapable of producing sound. You were left speechless, caught in his wind of fury.

Without missing a beat, you quickly left his office and back onto the surface.

Why was it that every time you tried to be helpful, push him towards being a better person, he always brushed it off? How can he just accept the fact that he will end up alone, locked away in the Fortress of Meropide?

The questions remained in your mind, forever being unanswered.

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Wriothesley hadn't intended to shout at you, but your never-ending questions had worn him thin. He did not understand why you wouldn't stop bothering him about finding love, why it mattered so much to you?

He never asked you to carry that burden of constantly worrying about him.

"Fuck," he sighed, reclining back into his seat, hands rubbing his face. He understands that you only care about him, but damn, it really annoyed him. The frequent concern, the never-ending push to change.

"I should probably apologize," he spoke to himself, voice muffling in his hands.

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The night of the ball arrived, but you still felt the lingering aftershocks of your fight with Wriothesley. Days have passed since you've last seen him, and the ache in your heart only deepened.

On the days you didn't meet with him, he exchanged letters with you, brief summaries of his day, keeping you informed with changes within the prison. Yet, none have been sent, a silent reminder that you went too far in your pushing.

The words slipped from your tongue quietly, an admission that weighed you down. "I need to apologize to Wriothesley."

You knew you had to make things right between you, but the thought of facing him after scaring you off, shattering the walls he kept restrained for a long time, filled you with anxiety.

What if he didn't accept your apology?

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you looked down onto the delicate jewelry in your hand, ready to be put on. A symbol of what Wriothesley had said, his voice echoing in your mind, that everything had been handed to you on a silver platter.

Ashamed, you placed the piece of jewelry into it's container, closing it with a quiet snap. With one final glance on your dress and jewelry, you had to fix this, no matter how difficult it will be.

Without hesitation, you felt your feet move.

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Wriothesley adjusted the cuffs of his sleeve, positioning them nicely around his wrist. He didn't know why he is going to the ball-- no, he knows why. It is to apologize to you after days of deciding.

Perhaps seeing him there will prove to you that he does listen to you, that he understand why you push him towards greatness. It was his way of showing you that, despite his stubborn head, he was trying to bridge the gap between you and him.

Maybe, for a slight moment, you would catch a glimpse of the Wriothesley you had always believed was hidden beneath the surface. One who was listening, one who cared.

In truth, Wriothesley was doing this because he missed you more than he'd ever admit. It was torture not speaking to you, not writing to you, not being near your presence. He needed you to survive, act as his anchor-- as dramatic as that sounds.

If he didn't care, he wouldn't go through such lengths for a ordinary person, but for you, he'd walk on Natlan's lava barefoot just to protect the soles of your feet.

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You ran up the steps, heart pounding in your chest, each step echoing your urgency. You pushed the heavy doors leading in Wriothesley's office, calling his name.

But as the door swung open, the room before you deprived of his presences. The air hung thick with his absence.

"Are you looking for Wriothesley?" a soft, child-like voice came from behind you, standing in the doorway. Sigewinne gaze fixed on you, a hint of concern in her eyes. She could see the look etched in your face, one that she noted down as disappointment.

Nodding you head slowly. "Yes." it was clear you were upset about missing your friend.

"He just left to the surface, something about attending an event." Sigewinne's hand rubbed her face as she tried to recall where exactly Wriothesley's had gone.

Your eyes widened as she ended her sentence. "The ball?!" you exclaimed.

Sigewinne, with a sudden snap of her fingers, nodded. "Yes! It's strange. He does not usually attend in those gatherings," she spoke softly, pondering the unusual turn of events.

Without a second thought, you hurriedly made your way home, slipping on your dress and jewelry. The realization struck you in awe. He truly was at the ball, and it was for you! Never, in your decade and a half of your friendship, had you ever imagined seeing Wriothesley grace such an event.

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Wriothesley was well aware why he'd always avoided events. It was nothing but a dating pool for unmarried men and women. The sight was sickly, almost nauseating-- though, perhaps, that sour feeling was from the alcohol.

His eyes scoured through the sea of people, scanning each face in the crowds, his gaze sharp and attentive. Yet, despite his search, his efforts were met with failure. He could not find you.

Perhaps you were engaged in conversations with men, and the thought caused his blood to boil. The mere image of other suitors admiring you, swoon you with their words, might ignite the room from the flames of his fury.

As he seized another glass of alcohol from the tray of a passing servant, the murmurs around him grew louder, the guests' attention drawn to the top of the grand staircase.

There, fitted in the most beautiful gown, was you. Standing over the people as if you were their goddess, answering the silent prayers around you. Wriothesley set his glass down, eyes locked on your being descending the staircase, each step capturing his heart.

Wriothesley watched as your eyes scanned the crowd, searching through the sea of guests as if you were looking for something-- or perhaps, someone.

The moment your gaze met his, you made your way towards him in purposeful strides, your eyes locked onto his sea of blue, your voice tinged with both frustration and relief. "I ran around the world searching for you."

A humorous smile threatening to appear on Wriothesley's lips when you spoke. "Really?" his voice laced with amusement.

"My world consists of the Fortress of Meropide, so yes, really." you replied.

Once noticing the determined look in your eyes, Wriothesley gaze softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in his expression. "I came to apologize," he confessed, voice laced with sincerity. "To show you that your words hold meaning, and that they haven't fallen on deaf ears."

"I also apologize for constantly forcing you in a position you clearly have no interest in," it was difficult maintaining eye contact with him, shame swelling within you. "I miss you, Wriothesley." you whispered, words hanging between you both.

Not caring for the eyes of others, he gently cupped your face in his hands, tenderly and reassuringly. "I've missed you too," he murmured, his voice low and filled with sincerity.

"Wriothesley--"

"Marry me."

His words hit you like a thunderclap, leaving you stunned momentarily. Your eyes widened, unable to grasp on his unexpected proposal.

"What?" you could not mask your surprise.

"I cannot imagine myself marrying anyone else," he confessed, his tone steady. "All the times you asked me about marriage, only you comes to mind. The thought of you entertaining other men stirs something in me, a jealousy that consumes me whole."

Not understanding the grasps of his words, your knees buckled beneath you, threatening to give out as the rush of emotions overwhelmed your senses.

"I should have never raised my voice at you, and I intent on making it up to you, now and for as long as I live." his hands never leaving your face. "So please, do me the highest honor and marry me."

Without a second thought, you nodded eagerly, the words tumbling from your lips with no effort.

"Yes--" you breathed, heart pounding. "Yes, of course, Wrio."

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๋࣭ ⭑⚝ THE FALL INTO HIS HEART .

WARNINGS: light nsfw thoughts, brushing of the hand (wink), arranged marriage, haters to slightly friendly strangers. this is mainly fluff. CHARACTERS: capitano x f!readers SYNOPSIS: the tsaritsa ordered capitano to take your hand in marriage despite his better judgement. one day in the garden ignited a new version of you, and capitano found himself at the window, watching you look serene under the sunlight.  WORD COUNT: 1.439 A/N: this is my first post on this account and hope i don't disappoint. i love capitano and i want to write more of him (…and other genshin men). part two is out!

Capitano never agreed to an arranged marriage, however, whatever the Tsaritsa orders him, he obliges without protest. 

His first glance into your eyes ignited flames within his veins. If a look could kill, you would have fallen dead at his feet. You never agreed to this predicament, but you could not refuse your parents' wishes no matter how you deny.

The wedding was not one to write down. For the guests, yes, it was a magical day, but when it was time to finally retire in your new home, there was a cold, distant silence between you and your new husband. 

Since meeting Capitano, not a word had been said between the two of you. A foreboding feeling captured your senses, worried about if you had to preform that night, but Capitano did not make the impression he was interested in consummating the marriage.

He ended the night by not sharing another gaze and left to his separate chambers.  

You could finally breathe freely for the first time that day.

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A month has passed of being married and there has been no improvement in your relationship. Most days are silent, while others, only a few words were spoken.

When Capitano does speak, a trace of malice taints his tone, you found yourself scared. 

Hearing his footsteps approach you made your blood run cold, the armor clanking causing you to flinch, and his low, stoic tone has you frozen in place. He has never given you a reason to hate him, but he shows himself as a person who shouldn't be trifled with.

The tales you've heard about the Harbinger could stir fear in anyone who have dared their ears to know the horrors he's caused. 

This marriage was a forced one, and one you wished was a nightmare you longed to free yourself from. 

Maybe, one day, you will wake up.

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Capitano's office sat in the far end of the manor, away from your chambers. In there placed a grand window overlooking the green, lush gardens where he could look out at when the orders of the Tsaritsa are irritating.

Today was one of those days.

The towering man stood before the window, his gaze sweeping over the vibrant blooms and the sunlit waters shimmering like liquid gold. Yet today, the scene held a view, poised within the landscape of his vision, an unfamiliar change in the shades of green, one that belonged to you.

Stood there, in the purest shades of white, a gown that fitted loosely on your frame, looking breathtakingly serene.

Unaware of his eyes, standing there with not a care in the world, not knowing anyone is watching, you were unapologetically being you.

Capitano's head screamed to look away, to leave you be, but his eyes betrayed him. They were glued onto the image. It's like a reenactment of a live painting in front of him.

You were like a jewel, unearthed from beneath the surface that sparkled from the hitting sun for the first time. A sight he thought he could never experience in his lifetime. 

Watching you was a sight that Capitano continued to watch even after telling himself that he should stop, but he needed it. It was like a shot of heroin. He craved for you, watching you, seeing you in a light he never thought he would.

It's been weeks and he had yet to stop, and didn't plan to. Even if he didn't mutter a word to you for weeks, the silence was overshadowed by this new habit. A new secret was curated within weeks.

A secret of watching his wife.

He had never set foot onto the garden-- until now.

As he watched your movements, he noticed an odd limp in your steps. Making a mental note of it, he heard a thump followed by a wail. 

His spine straightened.

You were nowhere in sight.

Capitano's eyes moved rapidly across the garden to find you, his pulse quickening by the second, but he couldn't. He stepped out of his office and walked purposefully towards the garden.

His movements were sharp, yet his thoughts raced despite his better judgement. Capitano swiftly moved through the hedges, his sword cutting through the thick bushes. The ground beneath his feet was soft, littered with stones that could cause a limp from walking of them barefoot. It could be easy to trip over one, and once realizing that, Capitano's search became more frantic.

He first heard a soft whine followed by feet coming into view. 

"Gods--" He muttered as he came by your side, inspecting your condition.

"I think--" You swallowed between words from the pain shooting from your foot. "my ankle."

Capitano's eyes lowered to your swollen ankle, his brows furrowing with concern. Slowly, he bent down onto his knees beside you, his hand gently grabbed your foot.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly light. There was no hatred or spite, only a voice that you could relax in. It was unfamiliar, but comforting.

The touch was soft, and his demeanor grew tender. It was the first time you saw this side of him he tried to conceal. Even through your teary eyes and blurred vision, you saw the part of him he tried to keep hidden.

Your ankle was swollen and most likely sprained. Even from his light touch, you winced from the pain.

"I-I'm fine, I swear." you murmured, trying to not burden him more than you've already have, but he quickly dismissed it.

Capitano looped his arm under your knees and gathered you in his arms with ease.

"My wife is injured, and as your husband, it is my duty to be by your side. In sickness and in health."

The way he said it was like he was just repeating the vows he made, but to you, it was reassurance. This was his way of telling you that no matter the hardships or trials in your marriage, he remains by your side.

"Thank you." you whispered.

He only nodded and carried you off to your chambers.

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Your husband carefully wrapped your ankle and elevated it to ease the swelling.

"You are not allowed to move from this bed unless told to. Should you need assistance, ring this bell and I will come." He held up the brass bell before placing it on your bedside table, softly clinking as it settled into place.

As he turned to exit your room, you quickly grabbed the bell and rang it.

Almost instantly, Capitano turned around.

"My dress is stained with dirt." your tone was low and quiet, laced with embarrassment that you were not capable of walking over to your dresser to collect fresh new clothes.

Understanding your unspoken request, Capitano walked towards your drawers and opened each one to find your nightgowns.

"Second to last drawer." Seeing him rummage through the articles of clothing was slightly humorous to you, it tugged the corner of your lips.

Following your instructions, he finally found a gown he liked and walked to you. "Will this do?" he asked, tone still low and even.

You nodded, reaching out to grab it, your fingers brushing his.

"Do you require any assistance with clothing yourself?" Even though it was an innocent question, your face began to heat up. Unbeknownst to Capitano, you didn't wear any undergarments beneath a nightgown.

If he pulled your dress up slightly, you would become vulnerable. From that thought alone, of your husband seeing you nude, caused your nipples to harden.

Capitano's gaze lowered slightly to see harden peaks appear through the thin fabric. Thankfully, his helmet hid his eyes.

"No," You quickly shielded your chest. "I can manage."

Like clockwork, Capitano nodded and exited your chambers without sparing another word.

As Capitano entered his office, he could finally breathe properly. After the scene he had witnessed, it became difficult for him to get air in his lungs.

Your breasts were on the forefront of his mind. The stiffened nubs were begging for his touch, taunting him that it'll be something he could only do in his wildest dreams.

The frustration ate him alive. If he could, he would go back into your room and show you what more he can do for you.

Hot and moist air filling the room, slapping noises, your moaning and pleads hitting his ears, he would do anything to sink himself deep inside your folds.

With those thoughts flooding his mind, he felt ashamed that he was taking advantage of you in his head. It was an absurd fantasy that he knows will never happen.

Only in his dreams.

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