#Capitano the father figure you are

[p0ls4r]

Sometimes Father-Daughter field trips get a little off course

[10diamondz]

FAMILY COMES FIRST

Summary: Capitano brings his daughter to a Harbinger meeting because you are currently sick. The Harbingers are surprised, and Alina(daughter) was in awe about the 11th harbinger’s eyes, calling them "water eyes." Her innocence softens everyone in the room, even making Childe smile.

The Fatui headquarters in Snezhnaya had never felt more stunning to you than on this cold, dull day. The wind howled through the snow-covered streets, rattling against the windows of your shared home as you lay beneath the blankets, your skin warm and flushed with fever. Your body ached, and the weight of exhaustion pressed heavily upon you.

The usually soothing presence of your husband, Capitano, was missing, and your mind couldn't help but wander to where he was at that moment. You knew exactly where: in a meeting with the other Harbingers. Normally, your little family was kept separate from such matters, and you were more than happy with that arrangement. However, this time was different. Your husband had left for his duties this morning, leaving you alone with your lively, energetic child—your precious two-year-old daughter, Alina.

Normally, handling her joyful spirit was a joy you cherished, but in your current state, every giggle and playful grab for your attention felt like a backbreaking task.

You hadn’t expected to fall ill, and you certainly hadn’t expected Capitano to be needed at a Harbinger meeting so urgently.

As Alina toddled toward you, her tiny hands reaching for your cheek, you smiled weakly. "Mama's okay, sweetheart," you whispered, though you barely had the strength to lift your hand to stroke her hair.

In the midst of your thoughts, the sound of heavy footsteps approached the door. Capitano returned. His dark armor and massive frame filled the doorway, but his expression softened the moment he saw your state. He quickly approached the bed, his voice low with concern.

"You should’ve called for me sooner," he murmured, kneeling beside you and placing a large, gloved hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

"I didn’t want to bother you…" you whispered. "Besides, I thought I could manage…"Capitano’s frown deepened, his brows furrowing behind his mask. “You and Alina come first, always.

”Alina, who had been playing with one of her father’s gloves, immediately perked up at the sight of him, toddling over to tug at his cloak. “Papa!”

His stern expression softened as he scooped up his daughter in one arm, effortlessly holding her tiny body against his broad chest. The sight made your heart swell. For a man feared across nations, Capitano had always been gentle with his family.

But his position's reality was drawing near. There was no way to skip today's meeting because Capitano was still a Harbinger. He stood with Alina still in his arms, his gaze lingering on you as if weighing a decision.

“You’re too ill to take care of Alina alone,” he finally said. “I’ll take her with me.

”You blinked in surprise, a small laugh escaping your lips despite the ache in your body. "To… to the Harbinger meeting?" Capitano’s eyes flashed with resolve. “Yes. There is no safer place for her than by my side.” The thought of your two-year-old daughter sitting among the most fearsome figures in Teyvat—Dottore, Pantalone, Arlecchino, Pierro—was both amusing and absurd. Yet, you trusted Capitano implicitly. If anyone could protect her, it was him. With a weak nod, you relented.

“Alright, but… keep her out of trouble.” Capitano’s lips twitched upward in the faintest hint of a smile behind his mask. "Of course."

The grand meeting room in the Fatui’s main fortress(?) was as intimidating as ever, filled with the cold air and tension. The Harbingers were standing around a long table.

As he readied himself to address the group, Pierro, the Director, stood at the head of the table, his gaze calculating and sharp. It was a rare occasion for all the Harbingers to gather, and naturally, it came with an air of importance.

But this time, something was… different.

As the grand doors creaked open, every Harbinger turned their attention toward the figure that entered. Capitano, the fearsome 1st Harbinger, marched into the room as usual, his broad figure cloaked in black, his presence as intimidating as ever.

But then they saw it. Perched in his arm, clinging to his cloak, was a tiny child. Her bright, curious eyes scanned the room as she pointed at various Harbingers, muttering incoherently in the way only toddlers could. Silence fell over the room. Pantalone, was the first to break the stunned quiet, his lips quirking into an amused smirk.

"Well, well, Capitano. I didn’t realize our meeting was so… casual today." Dottore’s eyes gleamed with interest behind his mask, Already figuring out the numerous of questions he wanted to ask about this new “subject.” "A curious specimen," he muttered to himself, though loud enough for everyone to hear. Arlecchino’s sharp gaze flickered between the child and Capitano. "You’ve brought a child to a Harbinger meeting?" Capitano remained unbothered by their reactions. He walked calmly to his position, his daughter still sitting comfortably on his arm.

As he took his place at the table, Alina immediately started fiddling with a piece of his armor, completely unaware of the danger and power surrounding her. "Her mother is unwell," Capitano stated simply, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument. "I will take responsibility for her here."Pierro, merely raised an eyebrow. "I trust this will not interfere with the proceedings?"

"Not at all," Capitano replied. He glanced down at Alina, who was now inspecting his gauntlets with great interest. The tension slowly lifted as the meeting proceeded, though more than a few of the Harbingers kept stealing glances at the toddler on Capitano’s arm. Occasionally, she would giggle or reach for something on the table, and each time, Capitano would gently redirect her attention with a soft murmur. The sight of the mighty Captain doting on his daughter in the middle of such a grim meeting was a scene none of the Harbingers had ever imagined.

Even the rigid Pierro seemed slightly amused, though he hid it well behind his usual stoicism. As the discussion deepened, Alina's attention wandered to the other Harbingers. She stared at each of them in turn, her tiny fingers still gripping her father’s cloak. But it was when her gaze landed on the 11th Harbinger, Childe, that she froze.

She simply *stared* at him, her wide eyes fixed on his face, in particular his bright, ocean-colored eyes. Childe, who had been following the meeting intently, slowly noticed the unwavering stare of the tiny girl. 

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "What’s this? Have I caught the little one’s attention?" Alina didn’t blink. Her mouth parted slightly in wonder as she continued to gaze at him, transfixed. In her short life, she had never seen eyes like Childe’s. They reminded her of the stories you would tell her about the ocean—vast and blue, endless and beautiful. To her, Childe’s eyes seemed like a whole world she wanted to explore. "Papa," she whispered, pointing at Childe. "Eyes like water…"A murmur of surprise rippled through the room.

Even Arlecchino, normally one to show little emotion, blinked and softened at the innocent awe in Alina’s voice. Childe, too, was caught off guard.

His usual cocky demeanor faltered for a moment as he looked at the small child, her innocent wonder disarming him completely. "Well, I suppose that’s one way to describe them," he said, his smile gentler than before. "Didn’t expect to be admired by such a little lady today. "Capitano’s hand rested protectively on Alina’s back, but he said nothing, his eyes shifting toward Childe. Alina, however, was too young to understand. She simply continued to stare, still fascinated by Childe’s eyes. When the meeting finally came to a close, she tugged at Capitano’s cloak and whispered again, “Papa… can I have water eyes too?”

Arlecchino allowed herself a rare, fleeting smile, her eyes softening as she watched the child’s pure, unfiltered curiosity. As he prepared to leave, he looked down at his daughter and whispered gently, “You have eyes far more beautiful than the ocean, little one.”

- 10Diamondz, Reblog w/comments are appreciated!

[mihii-i]

(I don't do requests often, so I read your rules like three times out of nervousness 😭)

Could you write an Il Capitano x fem!reader where the reader is forced to walk home by her family after a ball. While walking back, Capitano picks her up and offers to take the reader to where she lives. Maybe toss in some soft/kind Capitano?

Thank you so much, I hope this is an ok request!

pitch black.

Pairings: capitano x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, assy family members, written before natlan, so capitano might be slightly ooc, can be read as platonic or romantic, yum frostbite yay, ngl id cry myself to sleep if I was in snezhnaya bc I can’t handle cold weather, probably an iron deficiency, lazy writing at the end again AUUUUGHHHH, freakytano my glorious king, not proofread.

A/N: HIHIHIHI ALSO IM SORRY IF I MISREAD THE FAMILY THING BUTTTT I ACTUALLY WROTE ON A WEEKDAY YAY also guys should I do like a special for 1k cause my followers are eating rn ok but seriously thank u so much for all the support love yall!! 🕯️

Cold swishes of air circled the pitch black sky faintly illuminated by a star or two, ruffling the silky fluff of a heavy coat adorning your figure. You firmly tightened your grasp around the lapels of the large coat, fabric wrinkling and dragged between the clutches of your paling knuckles tinted a soft pink from Snezhnaya’s biting cold.

Hollow crunches of your footsteps simply rang aloud in your years as your father’s words piled up in your mind. They were merely harmless, yet the intent behind your family’s dismissal stung like a sharpened blade spearing into your chest. But of course, it wasn’t anything new. A gust of wind howled into the canal of your ear sharply, ringing the ill memory of your family spitting the venom laced words of ordering you to trudge home in the nation’s burrowing winter. They didn’t even bother to provide a coat or furnish your body in any way, simply shooing you off as if they were desperate to make you keep your distance from them.

You had been awkwardly situated next to them, the chatter making you shift uncomfortably in an off putting stance, similar to that of an upright statue. Their exasperating laughs bellowed throughout the ballroom obnoxiously, catching an occasional glance of a person or two eyeing them. If hunching your shoulders in embarrassment wasn’t enough, their attitude was more than enough for you to have a strong urge to pray for the Tsaritsa’s wrath to be bestowed upon them.

People had noticed your huddled stance, tracing the rim of your glass in circular motions in hopes to distract yourself from the growing oddity of your placement in the ball. And without hesitation, they would of course begin to approach you. Possibly out of pity? Perhaps even the goodness of their heart wanting to accompany the girl who wasn’t very engaged in the celebration. Each person would approach you, friendly smiles stretching their face as they’d attempt to greet you—only for it to be cut short by your parents’ attention snapping to the guest stood before you, slicing the conversation short as they’d beckon the person to come speak with them instead.

Tremors of disdain pooled inside of you upon seeing your family members so obviously attempt to shove out any possible chance of a trail of hopeful socialization paved on your direction. Your isolation only grew more and more frustrating as indistinct chatter bounced off the walls of the ball, your eyes following the sound of the echo trailing from the marble structure to the intricate chandelier and candles flickering. At this moment, you purely felt alone. Isolated from everything as you mentally stood still in a pitch black void, with drowned out voices clouding the lonesome darkness.

“(Name). I think it’s about time you headed home.” Your father rasped out, not even making eye contact with you as his gaze was locked onto the champagne bottle and glass snug between his hands. “The ball is over anyway. We’re only staying for extra drinks. Your mother and I will be out meeting some other relatives at the nearby restaurant.”

“Father, it’s too cold for me to walk back home. You know how-“

“Oh, (Name). You’ll be fine. I raised you to be an independent woman. You’ll find the way home just fine.”

Pushing past your father, your mother pokes her shoulder out as well, casting you a glance as she chimes in to the conversation.

“He’s right, dear. Go ahead and head home for the night. I trust you’ll fare just fine without us accompanying you home.”

“Mother, that’s not what I-“

“(Name). That’s enough. You should head home. End of discussion.”

You knew you couldn’t properly explain to them. They’d always toss you aside and swat off your remarks as such. You bit back your protest, swallowing as you scanned the ballroom for a spare coat anywhere. There were a few harbingers around, so a raggedy stray coat shouldn’t be too uncommon.

“Sorry. I’ll be heading home now.” You submitted under your breath, masking your mixed irritation dissolved into your tone. You only further grimaced slightly as your mother smiled and leaned over to place a faux affectionate kiss to your forehead. With one dismissive wave once more, her and your father turned their back to you to exit the ball, shouldering through the heavy spruce doors packed with people crowding them.

You blinked, fervent shivers making you tremble against each flake of snow that brushed along the exposed parts of your skin as you realized you had just stepped midway through. The searing cold made your head spin as you began to lose yourself, frostbite clouding your senses and enveloping the tips of your fingers slowly. No matter. You could make it home if you simply stopped spacing out and thinking about your shitty parents. Just then, a loud crunch resounded with the howling wind, heavy clanks of metal being heard in addition to the crunches.

The heavy thuds only seemed to become clearer as they grew closer and closer, a light drag of chains shuffling behind you as well. Your heart nearly pounded out of your chest in anticipation, a sense of apprehension overtaking you as you clutched the coat draped over you tighter in a pathetic attempt to shield yourself using the thick fabrics. The thuds came to a halt as your eyes slowly roamed over the man who halted before you. His figure loomed over you, as his towering frame was quite intimidating to the least.

The metal lining of his mask enshrouded his face in a sightless black, cloaking his face completely as it seemed like an empty void bore into the gap of his helmet. Streams of jet black hair along with that adorned along the cheekbone of his mask and down his shoulders, a few stray strands of his long hair edged along the sharp steel edges of his mask. On top of that. A thick white coat with black fluff was draped along his shoulders, the small fabric emblem in the corner pertaining to that of the Fatui. If he was wearing this coat, your best bet was he was definitely a Fatui harbinger. Likely a strong one at that.

Backing up slightly, your eyes wandered over the man’s figure as you stood neatly frozen in place, the wind swaying his streaming hair while the harbinger looked down upon you.

“Is something the matter, ma’am?”

His low voice cast the illusion of protruding through the thickened frozen air, a faint muffle present in his speech considering he had spoken through the hollow opening of his seemingly endless mask.

“I was just walking home..”

“You seemed to be troubled, though.”

You simply wanted to scoff, yet you only tilted your head away from the harbinger in shame. Had your family humiliated you this much to the point where a figure of such high status took pity on you?

Sucking in a breath, you slowly turned your head back towards him, his body frozen in place, and looking down at you like a great statue. His gaze remained locked on you—yet you couldn’t tell due to the hollow blackness pitched into the carving of his mask. “Your name?” He hummed lowly, his body still enveloped by his large coat, and arms hidden under the sides of the thick pale silk.

“(Name).” You replied bluntly, clearing your throat and lowering your voice almost immediately after as to not give a rude impression. “Yours?”

“Il Capitano.”

Capitano seemed to follow your lingering gaze as he spoke, tracing each spot your eyes transfixed on periodically. However, there was one particular spot you couldn’t take your eyes off, and he didn’t take long to notice you focused on the Fatui emblem at the corner of his harbinger coat. “First of the Fatui harbingers.” He added, sensing that you had been wondering his relation to the infamous organization serving under the Cryo Archon dispersed across Teyvat.

Sensing your evident shifts and subtle kicks of your feet, he didn’t take long to pick up on your troubled state fidgeting before him, as if you were afraid of a train of emotional danger clouding your judgement to even think properly—much less walk in such bitter conditions.

“Where are you off to so late, miss (Name)?”

“I’m just walking home…it’s important family business.”

You immediately added that last part as an audible afterthought, not wanting to involve a harbinger in your personal affairs. Capitano wasn’t stupid, however. The clouds of tension and fear were palpable amidst the indifferent expression of yours, flaked white from the occasional crystals of snow fluttering onto your face. Heavy clanks followed your words as he stepped forward carefully, not wanting to startle you as he made his way directly beside you.

The black fur lining the neckline of his coat brushed against your collarbone as he stood closely shoulder to shoulder with you, head kept high. He continued to stare off into the distance ahead of him, as if the burrowing fog wasn’t enshrouding the entire vicinity before the two of you and dimming your line of sight.

“Do you mind if I accompany you home?”

You blinked out of pure surprise. A harbinger? Walking you home? At first it was too much, you couldn’t possibly accept this, much less waste his time like this! However the chilling thought of walking alone at night so late sent a shiver down your spine, and it was definitely not just from the cold.

“Not at all, Sir Capitano.”

He shook his head, stepping forward as he beckoned you to catch up to him.

“No need for formalities. Just Capitano is fine.”

Nodding, you briskly walked beside him to match his pace. The two of you were purely silent as he walked into the swirls of fog patterned along the vicinity clouding the array of homes lined up on either side of the street. Shuffles of chains and howls of wind were the only noticeable sound echoing along the empty night roads, inducing a rush of calmness that replaced your previous anxious state. Halfway through, you proceeded to extend your arm out, pointer finger fixing ahead of you at a slight angle.

“My home should be around there.”

Capitano simply nodded, shifting his path in the direction of your finger’s aim as he slowly headed toward the squeezed space of homes cluttered along the sides. Once reaching your doorstep, he halted at the hardened spruce topped with a silver knocker situated above the center, as if he was awaiting your next words. You delivered him a sincere and thoughtful smile, folding your arms as you didn’t know what exactly to do with them. The freezing steel of the knocker uncomfortably brushed along the exposed skin of your shoulder, which was not effectively covered by the ragged coat, making you hunch over upon contact embarrassingly.

“Thank you, Capitano. I don’t think I could have reached home quick enough before passing out on the streets..”

He let out an affirmative hum once more, looking down at you through his helmet framed by his long hair which was now a bit unkempt from the winds mixed with the fog. But it was only a strand or two off anyway.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss (Name).” He paused briefly, before adding once more. “If you’re in any trouble that requires my assistance, don’t feel afraid to call me.” His words were sweet, yet they made you laugh faintly, making you biting your tongue at his low tone questioning what was so humorous about his statement.

“Ah. It’s nothing, Capitano. It’s just…we met under a few hours ago..”

“It’s not the time we knew each other that’s the matter. Rather, it’s the fact that it’s obvious you’re clearly going through something, (Name). I don’t mean to pry, I just want to do what is just for you. And I can tell you’re a good person.”

His words only brought that faint elated smile back onto your face, an unexplainable disappointment drooping within you when he steps away from the door to head back. You wave to him, and he gives a quick nod, turning his back to you and heading back to god knows where. That smile remained on your lips for quite a bit, even when you rocked open the door slowly into the comfort and warmth of your home.

What a respectable and kind man.

A/N: it’s 1 am and I have a quiz tomorrow morning LOLLL

Anyway I’m so happy I got this done yay

[wri0thesley]

a prize to be won - capitano x fem!reader (5.3k)

you are not there for the destruction of your home. but you are there for the aftermath, when you catch the eye of the captain.

cw: dark content. kidnapped 'spoils of war' reader, descriptions of a razed village and death of everyone reader knows. explicitly fem reader. dubious consent, alcohol. based on this post.

this was a commissioned work.

You have never seen so much destruction. 

You have never even thought you would see so much destruction, truth be told; the very idea of such things has never crossed your mind, when your village is ordinarily so calm and peaceful. You have loved your home fiercely and protectively your whole life - you have done everything asked of you, you have shared in the joys and the sorrows of your neighbours. Your home life is a humble one - your father a baker, your mother his assistant, your older brother set to inherit the bakery with the understanding you would work in it until the end of your life too - but it is not one you have ever maligned! 

You've felt, perhaps, a rumbling of discontent once or twice - the thought that out there, there might be something more than what you have always dreamed about - but it has always been quickly quashed when you've been called to work, or your father has smiled at you or your friends embraced you. This is a good life you lead, and you are happy to live it. 

Your village is supposed to be peaceful. 

Your village has stood for years and years; was here for your grandparents and their grandparents before them. There are people who say the great tree in the village square is a thousand years old or more, who'll tell stories about the settlement that sprung up beside it with a laugh about how it will probably stand for a thousand more--

And yet, in front of you is the heart-rending proof that this is not to be so. 

You feel yourself start to shake. 

You had only gone out for a few hours; to gather some flowers for the bakery's window, some herbs that grew in the woods that your father would turn into deliciously flavoured bread. You had expected to come home, as you have so many times before, to the exact same place that you had left. Who would expect anything else?

But before you--

You can hear shouting and screaming, the beat of boots on the ground. Great plumes of smoke rise up from the houses that you know just as well as your own, as fire devours thatch and wattle and everything else the walls are made from - your own home is on the other side of the village, and it makes your stomach twist and ache to think that it could be following the same fate. 

You do not understand. 

You drop the basket you're holding, your arms suddenly feeling far too weak to support even themselves, let alone your spoils. Your feet drag against grass as you numbly, desperately, try to make yourself approach the smouldering ruins of your home. Nobody has seen you, not yet - but as you walk, as the smoke stings at your eyes and your throat, you can begin to make out figures striding amongst the carnage. 

Big-booted, armoured and weapon-furnished figures, in helmets and furs, barking out orders in an accent you can only just place. 

The Fatui. 

But why here? Why now? Why your village? 

It would be foolish, you know, to go any further. A clever girl would turn tail and run and hide out amongst the forest and the wilderness until the threat has gone and then maybe return to her home to see what the damage that has been wrought is. Your family have always been proud of you for being that kind of clever girl, when you've found errors in the accounting or remembered some little detail or other your harum-scarum brother is too bright and bouncy to keep in his head. 

It is not clever of you to duck beneath the fence of the nearest home, to sidle into the garden, and to pick yourself a path behind the houses to try and stay out of sight. 

You cannot simply go into the wilderness, not fully knowing if perhaps within that cacophony of flame and noise and horrors your family may still be alive and frightened and able to be saved. You have never thought yourself a particularly brave person, but it turns out that when one is in dire straits a hidden well of courage may be tapped into, and that is how it feels as you work your way through the grassy back gardens, ducking behind hedges and trees and walls and begging all of the Archons you can think of for their aid in staying hidden. 

You hear screams, sometimes, and wet plunges and noises that are worse, and you cannot bear to think of what is happening to your friends and your neighbours. If they catch you, what will happen? Will they throw you to the fire? Will they plunge blades into the soft flesh of your body, will they tear you limb from limb, will you even have time to beg for your life before the rush of death is upon you? 

You try not to think about it. 

You're doing well, you think. You get closer and closer to the side of your village that your own home is on (you cannot go past the bakery - it is far too central, and has probably already been ransacked. You can only ask the Archons for their grace that your family was not inside of it when the Fatui squadron arrives). 

And why are the Fatui here anyway? Simply for the pleasure of murder and pain and suffering? There are no riches in this village - there is nobody important, nothing that ought to have dragged a whole army down onto you--

You slide yourself into a small alleyway between two houses. With the sun setting, you are more hidden - and you must cross the centre of the village in order to reach your own home. You cannot stay on this one side forever. The spot is sheltered in shadows, at least, and you will yourself to peer into the murk of the darkness to ascertain whether you can dart out without too much attention.

You hear a crunch of leaves underfoot and your heart flees into your throat. You stop dead where you are, but as the noise gets louder and louder, you realise you have been found. You will not reach your home before the Fatui reaches you. You will not get to give your father one more kiss, your brother one more whisper of how proud he makes you, and bury your face in the sweet powdery scent of your mother's apron for one last moment. 

He rounds the edge of the alley and stands there, an impressive figure caught in strands of moonlight, a visor down over his face, a cloak billowing around him. Trembling, you raise your chin to look your death straight in his face. 

When the figure speaks, his voice is low and dark and rasping. 

"Well," he says. "What do we have here?"

Everything about this man tells you that he is more than just some Fatui grunt. There is a certainty in the way he stands and surveys you, a craftsmanship to his armour that you have not seen in any of the other soldiers, a commanding tone to his voice than can only belong to a man who is used to issuing orders and even more used to those orders being followed to the letter. You are still trembling, and you do not lower your gaze. 

You wish you could tell if he was smiling, or if he was preparing to strike you down - but behind his armour, his face remains a mystery to you, no matter how badly you may wish to know. 

"Who are you?" He asks you, surprising you. You are expecting death, truth be told; the rest of your village, it seems, is burning around you. There is no reason to suspect you may be spared that fate. 

You tell him your name, still trying desperately to cling onto the bravery that has made you lift your chin and stand proudly instead of running away. Far better to die staring it down, you remind yourself, even as it feels that your insides are a snarl of knots begging you to run. You even tell him that your family owns a bakery in the village. Even, at the end, you find yourself asking this; 

"And who are you?" 

It is enough to surprise a laugh out of him - a strange noise, half low velvet and half wheeze, as if he is unaccustomed to making merriment. That helmet stays levelled at you, and you see a hint of blue fire behind the darkness where his eyes should be, and you get the distinct impression that you are being observed. Sized up. Considered. 

"I am the Captain," he says, eventually. He does not elaborate beyond that, but you do not need him to. 

Rumours do not often make it this far out, but the exploits of Il Capitano have certainly preceded him. You have heard tell that he is a monster of a man, that his men will kill you as soon as look at you, that he leaves a trail of ruined cities in his wake, let alone villages. If this is truly the Captain before you, then you are in even worse trouble than you anticipated, and any last-minute desperate hopes that your family may be alive vanish on the wind as you swallow back tears. 

He must be able to see the shake in your shoulders and the sway in your knees, but you do not let yourself show any more weakness than that. Your gaze stays steady, even as you feel a tear roll down the apple of your cheek. 

"Then I suppose I am going to die here," you say, your tone final. You swallow. You lift your chin even more, exposing the soft and vulnerable skin of your throat, hoping he will make it quick. You are all the more aware of your clothing now than you were before - the simple peasant dress, well-made but worn, the skirts and the aprons you had just a few hours earlier gathered herbs in. It feels like almost nothing, standing before Capitano in furs and silver and armour, but it is yours. And a peasant girl dies as a peasant girl lives. 

You prepare yourself for the swing of a sword, the gush of hot blood down your neck - but Capitano does not so much as place his hand upon his sword. He simply continues to look at you in that terribly interested way, as if you are a puzzle he desires to solve. 

"You would give your life to me so easily?" He asks you. "Give everything up, little flower, and die here?" 

"It is no more than everyone else in my village has done," you say, trying to be careful with your words. If you are too rude, perhaps he will drag you into the town square - perhaps he will make an example out of you, before his men. And though you are prepared and expecting to face your death, you would rather not make it even worse than it has to be. 

A figure appears at Capitano's side, and then another; two of his men, who immediately fall to their knees and do not pay you a whit of attention. 

"We're done here, My Lord," they say, in the voices of sycophants. "We have no useful information. No intel at all." 

Is that what they were looking for in your little humble village? Intel about what? Nobody here goes further than the next village over! What could they possibly know that would be of any use? 

"Very good," Capitano says, without turning his helmet from you. The two grunts laboriously pull themselves up from their knees, finally sneaking a glance at the peasant girl still standing, wondering what you must be doing here. Wondering if Capitano is about to kill you. "One more thing," he says - the men straighten to attention, waiting for whatever orders their leader is about to give. 

You think you hear the ghost of a smile in his voice. 

"I wish to take a souvenir," he says. "Bring this one back to camp and put her in my tent."

You are not fool enough to struggle against the Fatui who come to you, who take you by your arms - gentler than you'd expected - to march you on your way. You suppose they do not want to risk hurting you, when Capitano has expressed such an interest - but it rankles in the back of your throat that you are nothing more than a 'souvenir', some thing that can be taken and placed as and where the Captain pleases. 

But you are lucky to not have been killed where you stand. 

They march you out of your village, and you try not to look at the burnt-out husks that were once your neighbour's homes - you try not to let your eyes desperately seek out the shell that was once your family's bakery, or worse, your home. You keep your chin high and your lips pressed tight together, and all of the thoughts and feelings that are spooling around your head remain silently trapped within there. You do not think you would like anything you will hear from these soldier's mouths. 

The campground is more alive than you would expect - and it simply makes you feel worse. When they have meat aplenty, to roast on open fires, when they have fine furs to drape over their tents and books to read . . . why ransack your home? Why not just search for this so-called 'intel' and leave? But you cannot say this aloud. You bite your tongue. 

Before you know it, you are brought to the biggest tent of all. It stands tall and royal-blue, imposing and regal in the insignias and crests embroidered upon it. The two Fatui guards push you inside, and you hear the sound of something zipping, and see their shadows take guard outside to make sure you make no attempt at running. 

As if you would. 

You would not get a hair's-breadth from the tent before you found yourself shot or stabbed or grabbed or worse, and all the more painful they will make it when they realise you are running from their leader. You bring a hand up to smooth over your hair, noting ruefully that in your morning activities foraging and your attempts to sneak around, you are dusty and dirty and out of place. The tent is a strangely clean place, for all of the bloodshed that its occupant must regularly indulge in. 

You take a moment to peek around it. There are those fine, expensive furs - there are bottles of wine and alcohol stacked together, a makeshift desk scattered with papers and quills and ink, a bedroll far bigger than any you've ever seen festooned with pillows and blankets and more of those same white pelts. It is only a tent, only designed to be brought from place to place, somewhere to sleep at night and nothing more - and yet within it, there is more luxury than you would have ever seen in your humble cottage home. 

Voices from outside. 

A low rumble that you now recognise as the Captain makes you stand up, stock-still and straight, from the books you were crouching to read the spines of. You press your hands into fists at your side and wait for the flaps of the tent to open and for the Captain to come in, to kill you or worse, all fury and blood and desire. 

It does not happen like that. 

Il Capitano does enter the tent, and you notice that he dismisses the two grunts standing guard outside with an order ending '. . . and bring it back here'. You wonder what it is they are to bring back - something to dispose of your body, perhaps? But he does not rush at you. In fact, he strips his sword from his side to rest it in a rack by the entrance of the tent, and then he stands there, regarding you once more. 

The silence stretches between the two of you like a thing that can be seen, a shroud of fear on your side and amusement on his. Finally, you break: 

"Are you going to kill me now?" You ask him, hating the tremble of your voice. It is difficult to get a read on whatever it is he is thinking, with the mask covering his face, but he tilts his head to the side. 

"I would not have brought you here to kill you, little flower," he says. "What do you think I wish to do?" 

"I . . ." You swallow. There are hundreds of possibilities running through your head, and you do not like a single one of them. "I don't know." 

"I'm not going to hurt you," he says, after a pause, your fear shimmering in the air. "I would not have wasted my time."

"Why not?" That one falls from your lips before you can deadfall it, and your shoulders draw in, all fear. You shouldn't be questioning why he doesn't wish to rip you limb from limb! You should be grateful to still have all of your internal organs on the right side of your body! But . . . you are nothing special, and you do not understand what it is that has saved you thus far. 

Capitano crosses the room instead of answering you, and one of his gauntlet-clawed fingers tilts up your chin instead, to look down at you with that inscrutable blue-fire gaze behind the mask he wears. 

"You didn't run," he says to you, after a moment. "You didn't scream. You're terribly sweet to look at. You trembled and shook like a leaf, all big wide deer-eyes - and yet you stood firm and strong and brave. Why do you think I had you brought back to my tent, little doe?"

You are saved from answering the question by the tent opening - and those two Fatui grunts from earlier enter, hauling between them what looks like a large tin bath. One of them goes to a corner and begins to poke and prod at a fire, and then they place it before the fire and bow respectfully at Capitano. A creeping tendril of dread strokes down your spine as you look at it, and Capitano calls out a thanks as they leave. 

He turns back to you. 

"You're filthy," he tells you, and that gauntleted hand strokes over your cheek now, and further down, until it rests against the bare skin of your collarbone. "Will you undress for me and let me bathe you, or do I have to unclothe you myself?" 

Oh. Oh. 

"I--" You fumble, the truth crashing about you like a tidal wave. Your hands flutter helplessly. But there is no escape, is there? And if you wish to keep your life-- "I can undress myself," you say, swallowing back more protestations and begging. You strip off your apron, and move to the buttons of your blouse - through it all, Capitano's eyes remain hidden by his mask, just a flash of blue fire. But you know he is looking at you. You know he is watching, as your skirt falls to the ground, and then your chemise, and then you are standing bare and shivering in his tent. 

"Beautiful," he says, after a moment. "And you'll be all the more beautiful once clean. In the bath, please, little flower."

You give one last lingering look to your pile of clothes - the last remnant of your home life - and hope he will not have them destroyed, before you cross the short distance to the tub before the fire. You lower yourself into it gingerly, expecting it to be either boiling hot or freezing cold - but as you dip a toe in, you find that the temperature is perfect. It soothes the aches and bruises you have from your adventures today, and you can't stop the soft sigh of pleasure that falls from your lips as you fold yourself into it. You hear Capitano let out a low chuckle - and then he is kneeling beside you. 

You notice he has shed his gauntlets, now - but he still wears dark gloves beneath them, and he seems not to care if they get wet as he reaches forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"I shan't hurt you," he reminds you, in that low voice like the churning of an ocean. "Submit to me. Let me take care of you." 

It is a strange thing to hear after everything he has done, but you are at his merch, so all you do is give him a stiff little nod. You wonder if he smiles at your acquiescence beneath the helmet, even as he reaches to a small shelf beside the fire and pulls out a collection of jars and bottles and washcloths and sponges, in colours and shapes and sizes that feels like an excess to you. 

He pours something sweet-smelling and floral into the bath water, uses one hand to swish it through so that the sweet scent will permeate your body, and it seems it flows up from the surface of the water in almost-visible swirling curlicues.

(At home you are used to bathing in a similar tin bath, but there is one washcloth for each of you, a communal bar of soap, and the thought of anything so luxurious as bath oils or your own shampoo would get you a scolding for the waste of money. You have never wanted for such things - you are content with your life - but the thought that Capitano would use them, on you, a lowly peasant girl--)

The first thing he does is reach into the water, to swell the sponge - and your breath catches as he leans closer, and then the sponge is slowly working over your body, to clean the dirt and the dust of the day from your skin. You feel like you cannot breathe at his closeness - and you expect him to take advantage, to use this as a way to touch you more--

But he does not. You find it rather strange how his body does not seem to kick off any heat, but he is so close as he leans to work at a particularly stubborn grass stain on your shoulder that you cannot give it more than a single moment's thought. 

The way he cleans you is almost worshipful - ritualistic, slow and careful and thorough. Your breath shakes in your chest, as he reaches the curve of your breast. And though he does indeed clean it, though the sponge does indeed brush over your nipple and make it pebble and harden, he does not linger any longer than he needs to in order to ensure your cleanliness. 

Even when he switches to a washcloth and he dips it between your thighs - he notices, from the brief tense of his shoulders, that you react to the sensation - he does not push further. 

"Your hair, now," he intones, and he moves to kneel behind you - and with those same fingers that washed you like he was a postulant in a church, he works through the tangles, smooths and cleans it, until it lays about your shoulders in clean wet strands. 

You think this is to be it, but Capitano is not yet done in this strange pampering - he reaches for other things, for other bottles full of ointments and lotions and potions, and he works those, too, into your skin where it is red or bruising. You can do nothing but stay there in the tin bath, as he calmly continues. 

"You will want for nothing, now," he tells you, as he dabs something sweet smelling on your collar bones, behind your ears - you think this is perfume oil, though you've never been able to afford it. "I will take care of you, little flower. You will be my most prized of all." 

Your hair, as he works more floral oil through it. And then he is standing, taking your arms to help you up - your knees feel strangely weak, like they will buckle beneath you. You have never felt quite so clean, even after baths at home. Flour always seemed to linger in the cracks of your palms, dough beneath your nails. But you feel as if you move in a cloud of fresh-scented air, as Capitano's massive bulk lifts you from the bath as easily as if you were a doll and wraps a fluffy towel about your body, thicker and more luxurious than the scratchy old ones that you have - had - at home. 

You feel strange. Warm and hot and wanted, and fearful at the same time of what Capitano will want from you now he has cleaned you. You can feel a strange stirring between your thighs - an awareness of your body that you are not used to. You have never given much thought to the men of your village. You have always thought one day you would marry, of course . . . but no men have ever caught your attention. 

And though Capitano is your kidnapper, though he has lain waste to everything you have ever known - he is broad and mysterious and far more gentle than you would have expected, and him being the first one to touch you in such a way has ignited a fire within you that you do not know how to quell. 

"Come over to the bed, little lamb," he says to you - and like a lamb, docile and obedient, you follow him. 

This must be it, you think. This is when he will shove you onto his bedroll and have his way with you, wanting as only a man can, using you as nothing more than a receptacle - and then you can once more hate him, and these strange feelings whirling in your stomach will finally abate, and life will put itself back on an axis you understand. 

It is still not as you expect. You should not have thought anything would be, in this strange new existence you have found yourself in.

Instead, he cups your cheek and murmurs against your ear; 

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

You realise you have not eaten all day, and you feel your cheeks heat as you give him a nod. It still feels frightening to let him know of your weaknesses - but as you say it, he produces a tray laden with breads and cheeses, and places it upon the bed between you. You go to take a slice, but Capitano stops you - and then he is hand-feeding you, as delicately and with as much care as he had washed you. 

It's delicious. You are used to freshly baked bread, as a baker's daughter, but the soft sweetness in your mouth is something else - you are almost glad that he's feeding you himself, for after the day you have had you are hungry, and you are not sure you wouldn't shame yourself falling upon it like a wolf. 

"Pace yourself," Capitano says, and though you cannot see his face there is a smile in his voice. "There is more where it came from. You will not want for anything, my sweet flower. Not ever again." 

He decides when you have had enough - your stomach comfortably full, as he moves the tray and takes it across the room for some lowly other Fatui member, you're sure, to clean up. You feel that fear again, as he moves towards you, and you realise the wide bedroll you are on is draped all over with furs and cushions, and you are still in nothing more than the towel he wrapped you in after bathing you. 

"A drink," he says, and it is not a request. He brings a bottle of wine and one glass over to you, and you watch as he pours the viscous red liquid into the glass, so like the colour of blood that you have to dampen the fear that goes coursing through your veins. He must notice that you have tensed, for he softens his words as he says; "It will make you relax. It will make this easier. I have no desire to hurt you, little lamb." 

So you let him wrap one of his strong, big hands around the back of your head, cradling you as gently as one would cradle a lover. You let him lift the glass to your lips and tilt it, until the red wine - sweet and thick and cloying - slips down your throat as easily as silk. You have drank before, but never something so rich, never something so expensive - never with a man like Capitano beside you. 

"There," he murmurs against your ear, cradling you, holding you, his body still cold but firm and strong behind you. "Another sip. Good. Good girl." You swallow what he gives you, and in time - as you're laid there for him, as you're held and coddled and treated as precious glass - you feel that familiar sensation. 

A warmth that spreads to your toes and makes you feel as though you're floating on air - a soft kind of airiness, as if the things that are happening around you are not truly real. Capitano does not lean down to kiss you, but you understand why he has carefully gotten you just drunk enough to feel light and expectant when he peels your towel away and tosses it aside, leaving you utterly bared before him on his bed. 

"Beautiful," he murmurs, and this time he does let his hands learn the shape of you. This is no quick attempt to clean you - he is not intending gentlemanly cleaning now. This is a desire to hold you and touch you--

And yet he still does not wrest control from you, as you had feared he might. 

"I have promised," he murmurs, "that I would not hurt you." The curve of his palm, taking hold of the heavy weight of your breast - your nipple gently tugged between thumb and forefinger, just enough so that your back arches involuntarily and a soft whine escapes your mouth that makes him sigh. "I do not break my agreements, little flower. You are safe."

You ought not to feel safe. You ought to be terrified - you ought to be wondering if, when he has had his fill of your body, he will toss you aside. You ought to be wondering how much of this is a lie. But Capitano's hands are stroking over your waist, your hips, the softness of your thighs. When he urges you to spread them, you cannot help but do so. 

"Exquisite," he breathes, as he uses his thumbs to spread open your sex, the coolness of the air hitting it and making you fight back the squirming. You do not want him to touch you. You want him to touch you more than you've ever wanted anything before. 

"Lovely," he murmurs, when he leans down and presses his helmet up just enough for a mouth - strangely cold, again, a tongue harder and longer than you're expecting - to wrap around your nipple, for teeth to graze the sensitive skin and your body to go on high alert that he will bite and eat you alive the way that fairy stories and rumours of the Fatui have said that they so enjoy doing. 

"Perfect," he murmurs, when he brings his thumb to your mouth and you - terrified and brave, afraid and yielding, unsure and battling with your own conscience - open your lips to let him slide the tip of it past your lips, to rest there. 

And when he moves, when he covers you, when you feel the stiffness of something impossibly hard and big pressing against your inner thigh, he murmurs;

"Will you be good for me, little lamb? Will you be my spoils?" 

Your throat is dry when you answer him; the only answer you can really give. An answer that gives up your personhood, that reduces you to nothing more than a prize to be won - but an answer that wins you, at least, your life. 

"Yes, My Lord. Yes."

[deathbxnny]

helloo, platonic capitano with a teen!reader who is one of dottores escaped test subjects?

Thank you for the interesting request Anon and I hope you'll like this!<33

Content: Teen reader, platonic relationships, mentions of vague child experimentation/abuse, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

Capitano first met you through his subordinates, who had dragged you to stand before him after catching you wandering close to their camp aimlessly. You were terrified of his soldiers and especially of him, not that he could blame you. And so, he approached you in a gentle and calm way, as he tried to piece together who exactly you were.

It didn't take him long to figure out that his "dearest" colleague had something to do with it. A man he didn't often enjoy interacting with whatsoever due to their opposing views on human lifes. He therefore decided to take you in, mainly because he took pity on you and was very much unwilling to hand you back over to the doctor.

It was hard to make you trust him at first, as his uniform and clear affiliation with the evil man scared you. But over time, and with a lot of patience he thankfully had, he was able to finally gain your approval as a caretaker and father figure right after. Capitano never in his life thought that he'd be taking care of a child one day, but fate was an odd thing, to say the least.

He did his best to be there for you and get you the help you need. He's unfortunately a very busy man, but that doesn't stop him from taking care of you anyway. If you're having nightmares or flashbacks from the past, he'll calmly console you and tell you that everything is alright. If you have physical pain due to the experiments you've undergone, then he'll have Snezhnaya's best doctors watch over and treat you.

Capitano keeps his past from you for the most part and never reveals his face either in fear of reversing the progress you've made. He never pushes you to do anything you don't want to either. There is a certain understanding between you two that makes everything peaceful.

Life may still be difficult for you even years after your abuse, but having him as a parental figure really healed a huge part of you nonetheless.

[fortheloveofarchons]

The Harbinger and His Arranged Bride

(A Capitano x Reader fanfic)

Full chapter down below on the Ao3 link!!!

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“Remember, it’s all for him. For them. For… yourself.” 

It should be an honour to be selected by one of the greatest harbingers, The Captain.

A recognition. 

A sense of gratitude that someone out there decided to choose someone like you. 

However... What made him feel proud? Why would one of the most powerful Fatui Harbingers in Snezhnaya, The Captain, would pick someone who lives outside that frozen realm? 

He had never come across someone like you, so how could he be pleased about choosing you?

Nevertheless, arranged marriages usually come about as a result of elders' obligations or business.

“Mama? Is it true?” 

“...Yes, it is.” Your mama’s words ring in your ears, which serves to further unsettle your stomach. “Out of all the beautiful maidens in Snezhnaya, he has chosen you.” 

“But… I’m from Sumeru.” The sunlight from your window kisses your dark tawny skin, as sweet as chocolate and as solid as oak. “Why would he choose someone like me? I don’t even know if he has ever been to Sumeru before.” 

“Perhaps it's due to after everything The Doctor, Dottore, did to damage the Akademiya’s reputation and harming the livelihood of our people.” Your mama folds her clothes on the floor, tucking the sari neatly to ensure that there aren't any wrinkles. “Aside from rebuilding a part of the Akademiya and importing new goods to Sumeru, marrying someone from this land would be some kind of a peace offering. As odd as it is, think of it as a trade tactic.” 

“So I’m just some scapegoat to them?” You fold your arms. “Figures, it’s always been that way.” 

“Now, now. Don’t be like that.” Your mama finishes folding all of the clothes. “I know it seems scary to you, but I assure you that you are in good hands. The Captain, arguably, is much better than half of the Fatui Harbingers.” 

“And how would you know that, pray tell.” 

“Well,” Your mama turned her head around to face the wall. “Your father and I have met him before. A meal, actually.” 

“You’ve met him?!” You immediately sit down next to your mama, taking her arms to inspect them. “Are you both okay? Are you hurt? Is baba hurt? Did he do anything? Why didn’t you tell me?!” 

“Would you stop that!!” Your mama slaps your hands. “Of course we are okay. If we’re not okay do you think I will be sitting here talking to you so nonchalantly, ah?” 

“...What’s he like?” Your eyes subconsciously twinkle from curiosity. 

“He’s quite a gentleman. A polite, yet strong man.” Your mama couldn’t help but chuckle at the past memory. “At first, we were both hesitant to meet him when he sent in a letter of arrangement, but after meeting him all of our expectations were demolished. Though, I wish he would have worn something lighter and… less darker. Knowing how humid it is everyday, I’m surprised he didn’t break a sweat. Just watching him wearing that large coat made your baba sweat. Plus, black is bad. It's bad luck, after all!” 

“What do you mean by ‘expectations were demolished’?” You curl the two fingers at your hand, making air quotes. “What did you even expect from him? And what did he do to demolish them?” 

“Admittedly, we expected him to be more brute and intimidating.” 

“And then…” 

“When we meet him for the first time, he is exactly brute and intimidating.” 

You throw your hands in the air, exasperated by your mama’s audacity. “Oh come on! What’s even the point of–” 

“But,” Her words cut you off. “The Captain is also very direct and straightforward with his intentions. He was also very considerate and polite too, he told us that should we ever need anything we could just write to him, and that he will take good care of you under his arms. Plus, he told me that a wonderful mother like me has raised you very well~ He certainly is knightly~”

“Mama…” Disgust danced in your eyes in silent judgement. “You’re married.” 

“Ah, an old woman like me can still dream~” She playfully smacks your arm. 

“Still… Do I really have to go? I guess if I refuse this, he’ll kill us?” 

“About that, now that’s what surprised us.” Your mama explains. “He told us that it’s okay for you to reject the offer, and that there won’t be any consequences for it. Although he chose you out of anyone else, he said he’d understand if you refuse.” 

“Wait… what? Really?” 

“ Meree jaan, ” Her hands on your cheeks feel warm. “I understand if you don’t want to go, but I can tell that he really cares about you. If he didn’t care, he would’ve just swooped you away before you could ever see your home again. The Captain… is much better than all of the people that you have dated before. I’m sure that he will make your life much more contentful than before.” 

“Mama…” 

“Yes, sweetie?”

Like a vinyl player being halted to a pause while rolling the music, the moment between you and your mama dissipates. 

“How much did The Captain offer you?” 

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“That… was a lot of money.” The pride that had reverberated in your baba’s voice when he told you the amount of mora that The Captain sent nearly made you spin. Though, it doesn’t really unsettle your stomach. It made your parents happy, after all. 

“ I’ll miss you.” You mutter. “I’ll miss home.”

Her kiss on your forehead reassures you a response. 

It’ll all be okay.

A stuttering breath slips past your lips as your eyes drop to the ground. 

Looking outside from the plain looking carriage, where the trees and grass were kissed white, and rivers run beneath deep set icy. The more you look at this scenic view, the more they remind you of those landscape paintings from the cover of the old puzzle boxes.

You notice that your entrance to Snezhnaya has been… very quiet. You can only assume that The Captain, despite his status, wasn’t much for personal fanfare, understandably so. 

At least you are betrothed to someone who values privacy. Your heart makes excuses for him. 

You let out a sigh of relief. 

No ostentatious carriages or trumpets announcing your arrival.

No people swarming in to ask you many nosy and invasive questions. 

No sight of him… for now. 

You are surprised that despite The Captain's good reputation, there is little interest in his affairs from others. Perhaps the people of Snezhnaya know better than to pry in confidential knightly affairs, or perhaps they were scared upon being found out snooping into his business. 

“I guess someone like him would rather be covert than flaunt like a peacock...” 

After slipping and bouncing the carriage against the freezing streets, you stumble out of the carriage like a ball hurled from a tin cup. Upon your arrival, you are greeted by a couple maids and butlers who lead you inside his private estate that’s east of the palace’s direction. You didn't even have time to take in the cold wind and what his estate even looks. They rush you in his estate, voices from both sides drowning out your thoughts. 

"Please, allow me to help you with your attire. Goodness, it's soaked with melted snow."

"Remember, do not stroll out at night. It is unwise to do so." 

"Make sure to take all of your meals when the servants send it in your room."

"Your wedding dress is already prepared, we'll send it out to you the day before your married day." 

...Perhaps, in your baba’s words, The Captain wanted you happy and well.

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Days passed by, and the most you’ve ever done is being kept inside his estate. You were left alone in your own private quarters of the estate, windows sealed shut so the wind can't intrude and that you couldn’t escape. 

Every day, when the clocks struck at nine, two, and six, food would be brought in by the maids, all in perfect portions on plates and bowls. Though lacking in spice and herbs, the flavours were adequate and delicious enough for you to ask for seconds. 

Gifts were brought in too: Exquisite jewelled gowns made by the finest tailors in Snezhnaya, fresh and luscious bouquets grown from Mondstadt, sweet, flowery perfumes being concocted in Fontaine, vials of cream and soaps and herbs from Liyue, all anticipating for your acceptance. 

You accept them, of course. Though partially overwhelmed by such luxury being handed to you casually, you can’t say no to free stuff. 

When night falls, you’d lay in a giant bed, with white sheets like the colour of snow and a red velvet lace canopy. At first, you couldn’t sleep, petrified that The Captain would barge in the dark and rest his body on you. But thankfully he didn’t come, though your heart tinges with a bit of disappointment from the fact that he hasn’t even bothered to come and visit you before the big day. 

Apparently, from what you overhear from the butlers, The Captain is still on an expedition in Dragonspine so he won’t be able to return to his estate until a week later. Then again, you’ve also heard that he doesn’t stay in his estate much, other than to rest and rejuvenate from his missions. 

“Excuse me,” The intrusion of a soft voice broke your train of thought about him. You flinch slightly, your heart leaping at the thought of being found lost in your thoughts despite that it isn't a crime to do so. The doors to your private quarters had opened, and in the space between them, stood a smaller lady in a maid uniform. She gazes at you with a rather curious expression, and you can’t help but avert your eyes to the window. 

“Apologies,” You turn back to find the maid’s cheeks burning with embarrassment. “My Lady, I– this maid is wondering why you aren’t in bed yet. The other maids could see light leaking out of your room…” 

“Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep well.” You shake your head in response. “If… If it’s possible– Could I go out for a walk?” 

“Tonight?” You could tell she’s hesitating from the way she clenches her dress. “But it's a bit late…” 

“I will be outside for just a moment. And I’ll be back in here.” You reply bluntly, with only a little room for bargains. “I promise.” 

You assume that your request, something as simple as a walk within the estate grounds, would be rejected. But the maid turns her head left and right, and then speaks in a hushed tone. 

“If someone else found you, please don’t tell them that I allowed it.” 

Happiness swells in your heart hearing her words. 

“Thank you so much!” 

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“It’s really cold…” Even with the heavy, dark blue coat that was gifted to you, it still doesn’t change Snezhnaya’s temperature. Still, you were surprised at how long these coats are, as it reaches down to your ankles. 

And how heavy it is… since it’s made from thick wool. You hypothesised that this coat is lined with fox fur, a touch of luxury for sure. 

You thought that winter would be pretty like those fairytale books that you read as a kid, but perhaps looking at it at night feels… different. 

Outside of the estate’s garden, or if you’d even call it a garden– The winter trees shiver in bitter wind, naked branches adorned with snow. The clusters of twigs, gnarled and twisted, extend like the hands of a writhing old man. 

You snug your head in between the high collar that is trimmed with fur, exhaling mists out of your plump lips. 

When is he coming back? 

Is he… really a good partner for me? 

Thoughts swirl in your mind, and all you could do was to shake your head in resignation. 

Sitting on the bench, you fiddle with your gloved fingers. Your heart is already content with the idea of a loveless marriage. As long as he doesn’t cast permanent scars on your body or even ask you to conceive a child for him, that’s fine, right? 

…

What a bare minimum. 

“Mmmph–!!!” 

Just as you are about to head back, the sound of what sounded like a muffled scream made your blood run cold, and your body froze. 

“What the…”

As much as you know the best decision is to immediately run away and hide in your private quarters, you know that whatever it is… will haunt you in your sleep if you don’t satiate your curiosity. 

The crisp winter air bites at your cheeks as you carefully crouch and tiptoe through the snow-laden garden, the soft crunch beneath your boots muffled by the thick, frost-covered ground. Your eyes flicker to the ground and to the scene of the moment, trying your best to avoid the crunch of broken twigs or frozen leaves that might give you away.

As you slowly round a frozen fountain, your eyes catch a faith glint of steel ahead. 

“Is that…” 

[watatsumiis]

Father's Day in Teyvat

Holidays can be tough at times, especially when you’re expected to spend them with family members. Though, sometimes, family are the ones that you find for yourself, and spending time with them can be just as good (if not, better) than being around your biological family. 

Different characters reacting to being wished a ‘Happy Father’s Day’! X Reader (platonic/familial)

Arlecchino, Capitano, Neuvillette, Pierro, Varka, Zhongli

Arlecchino is a little taken aback at first - not that this isn’t something she’s come across before, but she’s a little surprised that it’s coming from you, of all people. She ends up defaulting to her normal response, the one she gives to the younger children at the House of the Hearth when they come to her with gifts and well-wishes for various holidays like this. You’ll receive a light hair ruffle and a withdrawn smile, though it’s easy to tell by the slight twinkle in her eye that she really is endeared by it. If you two happen to be in private, she may sweep you up in a warm hug and make a kind, encouraging comment about you. She’s honestly rather proud of knowing that you see her as that sort of figure in your life, and will have an extra little pep to her step for the rest of her day thanks to it. 

Capitano is utterly baffled. He doesn’t know how to react, or how to even feel. Once, Childe did the same thing to him, then some other Fatui mimicked it, as a joke. Cap quickly put a stop to this tomfoolery. However, he’s a good sense of character and he can tell that you’re being one-hundred percent genuine. He may hesitate for a few moments and look around to make sure there’s nobody watching before he sweeps you into a hug. It’s a little awkward thanks to his heavy armour, but there’s a strong sense of comfort nonetheless as he pulls you close and just… holds you for a few moments. He holds this newfound information about how you look up to him close and treasures it, sometimes acting a little softer towards you than he does towards others, but to such a degree that it’s nearly unnoticeable. 

Neuvillette has probably had a day of being given non-stop Father’s Day wishes from the Melusine (no matter how early in the morning you catch him). They seem to think the holiday is specifically a celebration for their papa, so they’re basically swarming him until he’s been given a hug or handmade gift from every single Melusine that drops by. He’s a little surprised when you join their midst, looking like a giant amongst the tiny, colourful creatures. He can’t help but smile when you wish him a Happy Father’s Day, though, and will readily accept the well-wishes and give you a big hug and all the affection you could ask for (even if the Melusines complain about it being unfair). He’s genuinely really heartwarmed at the fact that you seem to think of him as a fatherlike figure, and may even shed a few happy little tears. 

Pierro cracks down on the behaviour as soon as he sees it coming. You have to catch him off guard to give your well wishes, and even then he’ll likely be trying to avoid anyone who might possibly wish him a happy Father’s Day. Courtesy be damned, he’s turning a one-eighty and getting the hell out of dodge the moment you open your mouth with that gooey-sappy look in your eyes. You eventually have to settle for slipping him a small note or card that looks like it’s something vaguely official or Fatui-related, then get out of sight so you can secretly watch him open it. His face sort of softens a little as he reads it, and he tucks it away in an inside pocket of his coat close to his heart. He thinks that he might need to have a stern word with you about the kinds of people you see as role models, but he’s flattered nonetheless. He’ll keep that note close, as a reminder that maybe he isn’t a completely irredeemable person. 

Varka immediately bursts into the biggest, warmest grin. It’s a well-known fact that he’s like a foster dad to about half of the youths of Mondstadt (even those with two (or more) parental figures handy). The novelty never really wore off for him, so he’s just as delighted every single time someone admits that they see him as a role model or guardian of sorts. He’ll swoop you up into a huge hug and squeeze you with big burly arms until you squirm and ask to be let down, in which case he will do so immediately and ruffle your hair with the warmest grin on his face. He’ll immediately go into this spiel about how proud he is of you and how much you’ve achieved, somehow turning this into him just complimenting you. Varka wears his heart on his sleeve, he’s less than afraid of shedding a few happy tears in front of his loved ones and letting them know exactly how he feels.

Zhongli is rather used to this sort of thing - it’s not uncommon for some of the children of Liyue to gravitate towards his Rex Lapis persona as a sort of father figure, making offerings and confiding in him every now and again. This effect tends to pass on to when he’s in his human disguise, though he can be a little bit clueless about it. The younger Adepti (or Adepti-blooded) denizens of Liyue will sort of latch onto him. He supposes it’s no big surprise that you have too. He’ll graciously accept the well-wishes and pull you into a warm hug, just holding you close and swaying back and forth a little. For all his lack of social etiquette, he really does give great hugs. He may even be inclined to tell you some interesting stories if you’d like to spend some more time with him. It reassures him to know that, even after all these years, people still seek him out for comfort and guidance.

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[fancyfeathers]

Voice lines about the Cecilia Knight (the Reader)

from my Yandere Capitano x Knight Reader, that you can read here

Jean ”You want to know about the Grand Master’s daughter? She is a respected and revered figure in Mondstadt, even if she doesn’t believe she deserves it. She is the apple of her father’s eye, I think he often gets worried about her safety though. One day though, if I get named as the Grand Master I will have her as my second in command. When she returns from Sheznaya I will see to it that you are introduced to her personally.”

Barbara “The Lady is often seen at the Cathedral, she always sits in the same pew in the back of the church. She is a devote to the Anemo Archon, I quite admire her. I only pray that the Anemo Archon protects her on her travels.”

Eula “(Name) is the Captain of the the Recruitment Devision of the Knights of Favonius. She is like her father, but when they spar be holds back even more than he does when he does with me. Does he really think she is made out of glass?”

Kaeya “Oh? You want to know about the Grand Master’s daughter? Well I have know her for quite a number of years, since we were children in fact. Even as a girl she has always hid in her father’s shadow, there was actually a time where she got so scared that she wouldn’t let go of her father’s pant leg. That aside she is quite a responsible individual, always taking charge when need be, but never taking the credit she deserves.”

Lisa “Lady (Name), I once had a conversation with the Grand Master about her. While she has the Will to do what needs to be done and the strength to do it, she takes no credit that refuses to step in the spot light. That is why Varka worries about her so, in his words as a knight while you need to be selfless you cannot let yourself loose who you are because then you will break. Oh if the Grand Master knew where she was now… *sigh*”

Venti “Ah, Captain (Name), the selfless captain of the Knights of Favonius. The day she received her vision you should have seen the Grand Master, he was practically glowing with pride for his little girl… *sigh* but like him I do worry about her, she seems strong but in reality she is fragile and I’m scared that she will break one day.”

Diluc “Lady (Name)? Hmm… she is one of the few knights I still hold in high esteem, she works efficiently and executes everything to the best of her ability. If only he knights did not have so many limitations, then she would truly be able to work the the best of her abilities. Outside of her affairs with the knights, I know her quite personally, she is probably the person I confide in the most… When she returns from her diplomatic mission, which I am somewhat against, you should join us for dinner one night, she dines at the winery with me quite often.”

Childe “The diplomat, ya I hear she’s the daughter of the Grand Master, the Titan of the Knights of Favonius… though she doesn’t seem much of a giant herself, quite the opposite in fact, but her majesty,the Tsaritsa, clearly sees something in her to be a potential threat. She is currently back in Sheznaya as an envoy of the Knights of Favonius, and Capitano has seemed to taken quite the interest in her. If she ever does become a threat I would love the pleasure of being the one to take her on head on in battle… but that honor will probably go to the Captain.”

[lobotomyconnoisseur]

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Ephemeral ⬇️

Chapter 2

You go back to a week before the incident. You lay on your back in your bed the plush blankets and pillows doing little to ease your pounding head.

Capitano wants the crown prince dead. Seems he’s not as loyal to the crown as he makes himself out to be. Another thing- why wasn’t he out of the city? Did he fake setting off on that journey? How would he do that? Did this have to do with his unknown past? So many questions and so little answers.

You can only turn time back once every year, you now have no room for mistakes. Moreover… despite knowing how to spell cast… your mana levels are abysmally low. It’s not something you can change, it’s something you’re born with. Turning back time this far officially renders you magically useless for three months.

Seven days, only a week, that's all you have to uncover his secrets, and it starts at this very moment.

You go along your morning routine as usual. Today is the day those diplomats and the princess come to seek an audience with your younger brother. The day goes on as usual, you try not to change the events too much.

You, your brother, Capitano, the Princess, guards, and some diplomats all sit in a lavish tea room.

They drone on about the same things and go through the same formalities. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Capitano staring at you already- you haven’t even acted up yet. That didn’t happen the first time. Or maybe you didn’t notice it before.

You throw snide remarks every now and then as usual, your brother looking increasingly red in the face. The princess tries futilely to ease the awkward tension you create with polite laughs and remarks.

As before your brother explodes in a fit of rage and storms out. The rest of the events go as before. You are scolded as before by your father.

This time you decide to trail after your brother and Capitano. You sneak into one of the servants' storage rooms and pick up a uniform (of your choice). You take off any clothing or accessories that may give you away and mess with your hair a bit and put it in a different style. A few more minor tweaks and you leave the room. Grabbing an object corresponding with your disguises usual job, you begin to walk down the hallway.

Eventually you see Capitano and your brother walking through the hall next to the library just as before. You stay at a fair distance and begin listening into the one sided conversation.

“She’s decently attractive, hopefully she wasn’t driven off by that brats stunt.” Your brother hisses.

Capitano remains silent.

“Father needs this alliance to go through, it’s a good thing the wench isn’t hideous… but I honestly could do better than some khaenri’ahn scum.”

Capitano stops walking and the prince looks back.

“What’s up with you?” The prince asks.

Capitano shakes his head and continues on, the prince follows, a quizzical look pointed up at the former.

“Slandering an important political figure in your standing as the crown prince is unwise. Take heed to the potential consequences.”

Your brother glowers at him but says nothing else, finding reason in Capitanos words.

Soon they both go inside a room, you press your body to the wall next to the door and begin listening in.

“I want you to monitor my sibling’s every move.” You hear your brother say.

A deeper voice answers your brother's request, Capitano.

“Do you not trust them?”

“I don’t trust anyone.”

“What causes such doubt?”

“They would take the crown from me in an instant if given the chance. They’re much more ambitious than they let on.”

You hear the creak of wood, your brother most likely has taken a seat.

Capitano lets out a sigh and there’s more sound of movement. “You don’t know a thing about them.”

“You claim to know my kin more than I?”

Capitanos voice gets darker. “I know a lot more than you think.”

Your brother lets out a humorous laugh. “Oh? Do you, now?” He then scoffs, words dripping with condescension. “I didn’t take you as foolish or blind, have you fallen for them? How cute. Are you going to start chasing after them like a wolf to a piece of meat?”

There’s a pause. You imagine him clenching his jaw in annoyance. “Not at all.”

“Then what?”

Your brother hisses, skeptical, you hear him get up from his seat and pace around the room.

“Don’t give me crap about some ‘kind and gentle nature’ because that’s not who they are! The brat isn’t as innocent as father and I initially believed. This is no fairy tale. They are not innocent and in need of saving. Our treatment of them is all for a reason… You are not their knight.”

“I never claimed to be.”

Capitanos voice is firm and unwavering. His voice then lowers to a deep murmur.

“And do you think I don’t know that?”

Your brother lets out a dismissive snort.

“Do you? Hah! Do you not see the ugliness inside of them? Waiting to come out…”

“Yes I do.” Capitanos voice is firm, a new determination seeping through his words. “And I see all of the great things about them too. And if guided to the right path, they have the potential to become a great leader.”

“Better than I? Remember your place Capitano!” your brother's voice raises, before going down to a threatening hiss. “It seems you’re making excuses for them.”

Capitano answers.

“I’m simply stating facts.”

“Who’s side are you on?” Your brother's voice is tense.

“Yours. Do understand that your sibling is no useless child. For both of your sakes.” Capitanos voice goes back to its usual tone.

“And for your sake you’ll remember who you answer to!”

Your brother barks.

You quickly and quickly and silently walk away from the door and hide, leaning against the wall, right around the corner.

Capitano seems to have an awful lot of faith in you, and he didn’t exactly deny or confirm that he likes you in that way. And when they were walking through the hallway… Capitano seemed to bristle at your brother's derogatory comments towards that khaenri’ahn princess. His reaction seemed too intense for it to just be out of concern for your brother's reputation.

You can’t help but jump to a thought. That princess was awfully pretty- could he like her? What if he does? Why else would he react in such a miffed manner? He did seem to look at her a lot when you were all in the tea room.

The pleasant floaty feeling from Capitano’s positive view on you is immediately replaced by a nasty clench around your insides. You were jealous. But you weren’t going down just like that!

You hear the door open and only one pair of footsteps walk away. You look to see Capitano walking away, without your brother. You decide to follow.

He opens a large, dense wood door leading to the gardens with ease, a gust of wind from outside tousles his black hair. You can’t help but stop and stare. You regain your logic when he walks out and you follow in what you think is a good distance away. He turns a corner in the maze of bushes and flowers and you almost lose him. You walk quickly after him, hair and clothing swaying with the wind

You turn the corner but before you can react, you crash into something large and solid… before you can fall he grabs you by the waist with both hands, supporting you as if you weigh nothing.

“You’re not the brightest spy.” He remarks. “You should keep to magic.”

“How did you know? Was it that obvious?” You ask, forcing yourself to speak through the embarrassment.

“Painfully.” He responds, seemingly not that bothered.

“I even dressed the part… surely I wasn’t that bad?” You try to reason.

“It was adequate enough to fool the prince.” He says in a quieter voice.

“That isn’t a very difficult feat… and I don’t think that makes me feel any better… but thank you.”

Capitano chuckles, it’s a low purring sound.

“How did you know… that… I do magic?”

You ask hesitantly, whispering the last part as if it was sacrilege just to say it.

In truth it is a great sin according to most of the world. Ever since the incident it’s been taboo to even acknowledge the existence of magic.

The incident. A short version of the story is that centuries ago, a great Empress lost herself in the chase for power. She strived to achieve immortality. All she achieved was the destruction of a great portion of her lands and the suffering of her people. The ground zero is now deemed forbidden to travel to… lest you be contaminated with the energy left behind.

Capitano answers.

“You casted it right in front of me.”

“You remember?” You ask, disbelief written across your face.

“I do now.” He murmurs.

“Are… you going to tell anyone?” Your heart races at the thought of that.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He removes his hands from your waist and rests a hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

Your neck starts hurting from looking up so long, so you turn your gaze to the ground, looking to the side.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He whispers.

“I could ask the same thing of you.”

You retort.

“And I will answer.”

He then pauses.

“When the time is right.”

You scoff in disbelief and look up at him with your brow furrowed.

“Seriously!?”

He grunts.

“I jest. Calm yourself.”

“Then explain. Everything.”

You say with forced confidence.

He sighs and shakes his head.

“Your impulsiveness is contagious.”

“Are you calling me a bad influence?”

“Are you accusing me of doing so?”

“I didn’t think a man like you was capable of teasing.”

“Should I take offense?”

“You should answer demands.” You say firmly.

He scoffs, but you could almost hear a smile behind that mask. Despite that not being possible.

“Come.” His voice reverts to the usual tone. You find yourself missing his warmer voice. Missing all the things you thought impossible.

You follow. Both of you take a seat on a stone fountain, surrounded by white flowers. The water's sound creates a calm atmosphere among the flowers and trees. You focus on how Capitano’s appearance is parallel to it, yet he seems to belong all the same. You look at the light reflecting from the fountain's water, how it creates glowing webs on his armor.

“I hail from the Empire of khaenri’ah.” He says.

You gape up at him.

“I was sent to prevent this (kingdom/empire) from going into a revolution. I’m sure you’ve noticed the people have become restless under your family's rule.”

He pauses.

“If that happens there’s a great possibility it will cause a chain reaction of uprisings and political and economic instability across the continent. It’s become clear this nation needs a change in leadership during my time here. Your brother is unfit, and will continue to be incompetent. But you have potential-”

A bitter feeling washes over you and you interrupt him.

“So you plan to manipulate and mold me into a perfect puppet ruler?”

He looks down at you in silence.

“That isn’t what I meant.”

You begin to feel foolish for ever believing his actions meant something.

“(Name).” His voice is almost imperceptibly softer.

“(Name) listen to me.” He pauses. “That is not my intention. It will never be my intention. I believe that you have everything it takes to become the greatest leader in your nation's history.”

You scoff.

“There’s not much competition.”

“And that wouldn’t dilute your value or accomplishments. Set the standard high. Prove your family wrong. Prove the people wrong.” He says sternly.

You stay silent.

“I wouldn’t be helping you if I didn’t want to. Understand it would be far more beneficial for my nation to take over yours in its moment of weakness after the assasination of all possible leaders. I’m risking it for you. As foolish as it is.”

You think to yourself. He has a point. Is this his sense of honor coming through? You hope it isn’t. You hope his reasoning is more foolish than that. For it to be out of affection. You have no room to refuse no matter where you look. The implications are clear.

“Fine. I understand.”

“A wise decision.” He replies.

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You find yourself thinking back to that conversation, even when you don’t want to. You’re getting something you always wanted. Power. But you can’t help but feel disappointed, you can’t help but want more, that which is his admiration.

The want haunts you in your dreams and comforts you through your nightmares. It surprises you that something so beautiful such as affection could be so painful. Your brother was right. This is no fairy tale.

But this story has too many blank pages, for you to give up so early would be a waste

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I need some people to vote whether Capitano should have the rotting curse or not. Don’t be afraid to message me or however things work here. If the poll expires go onto wattpad and leave a comment at the end if you want to vote. Ty!

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[cinamintyy]

Could you write a platonic fic/ headcnanons (whatever you prefer!) with Capitano and/or Zhongli (separated ofc!) with a reader that sees them as a big brother figure/ father figure. Feel free to decline this request (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

Platonic Capitano and Zhongli x reader

A/N: This is so cuuuttttteeeee.

CW: Platonic (duhh), I made Zhongli a father figure and Capitano an older brother figure, reader is in their early-late teens, cussing.

Father Figure! Zhongli:

☆He gives the best advice but is emotionally constipated sometimes.

☆Have fun with Xiao and Qiqi as your siblings!!

☆You've seen his eye shadow? He would love to help you do your makeup.

☆Has money but is horrible with money management, please be his voice of reason.

☆He is bad at maintaining any hair other than like type 1A, but he tries.

☆Loves telling you stories from when he was younger.

☆I feel like he's good at cooking certain dishes, but he is shit at any other dish.

☆He would be amazing at strategizing and is more than happy to teach.

☆Y'know how you're the voice of reason when it comes to money? He's your voice of reason with literally any other decision.

☆If you have any suitor he will quite literally interrogate them.

Brother Figure! Capitano:

☆You know how Zhongli was only sometimes emotionally constipated, this bitch is emotionally unavailable, constantly.

☆Like you could be complaining about something, and he would look at you like you have two heads.

☆He can't cook for shit butttt atleast you have maids who would gladly cook for you.

☆He would know how to care for you while you're sick but wouldn't know how to comfort you.

☆He is chasing away any suitors. Male, female, gender neutral, doesn't matter.

☆Amazing at doing your hair and is extremely gentle while doing it.

☆He gives great hugs. He just doesn't know when, so ask, and you shall receive.

[sapphireshineonao3]

Updated Kinich Fic Masterpost

Well… with my latest fic posted, I have officially written and released over 100k words of Kinich focused fanfiction. Within a two months window. I never expected this to happen nor did I expect this character to take over my life as it did. 

So, small milestone in my opinion, thank you for all the support and I'm glad you all enjoyed the stories. I have more planned and I really hope this love for Kinich doesn't fade away too quickly. So, below is an updated Fic Masterpost of all my Kinich fics. Thank you all for reading, and for newcomers, please enjoy 100k words of Kinich focused fics.

Genshin Impact [Kinich-Centric] Fanfic Masterpost 

Of Saplings & Embers [complete]

Kinich was seven, when a young lady with black and white hair appeared in his life for only a month.

Kinich is twenty two, when he meets Arlecchino the Knave… for the first time.

Injured Bird [on-going]

Kinich is severely injured during a fight in Natlan. When he wakes, he's in the custody and “care” of Fatui Harbinger, Capitano and his entourage.

Unique Specimen [on-going]

Dottore captures Kinich to learn more about the pact he made with Ajaw. However, what he does find out is far more interesting than he could ever imagine...

Ajaw meanwhile, must figure out a way to get Kinich back, because that body was promised to him and no one else.

The Bat, The Hunter, and the Vet [on-going] 

Kinich doesn’t hate going to the doctor, he truly doesn’t. What he hates is when Ifa insists he needs a check-up when he obviously doesn’t need one. It doesn’t help that he decided Ororon was needed as an escort of sorts either. He’s not a child.

The Windswept Rogue, K’uhul Ajaw [complete]

Self proclaimed “Almighty Warrior” K’uhul Ajaw is a prideful rogue who originated from the Scions of the Canopy. He wanders Natlan and does odd-jobs here and there, all the while boasting his skills. However, some things change when he meets a dragon in the depths of a ruin�� a dendro dragon named Kinich.

May the Debt be Paid, and Sins Cleansed by the Turnfire [complete]

“This debt was never meant to be paid by ‘Kiongozi’.”

“Thank you… for everything, Mavuika… I’m sorry… ”

Contract [complete]  

The Abyss Agent, Sanka, ever curious about Kinich and Ajaw, asks why Ajaw simply won’t let Kinich get killed despite his grandiose declarations.

Series: 

Chimaera Alebriius Snezhevich (Fatui!Kinich AU) [on-going]

Ripples From Another Life [complete] An unknown relic, supposedly from one of the old Witches of the Hexenzirkel, takes Kinich to an empty space. One claiming to see where 'ripples meet another'. The only other person he sees in there is…. Himself? A New Home [complete]   Even the most simple of decisions can alter the course of history. For Kinich, it's when Peruere returned one day and offered him a home. About: Kinich Snezhevich [complete] In-game styled voice lines about Kinich if he was a member of the House of the Hearth and part of the Fatui. Hush Little Children, Don't Say a Word [complete] Kinich felt freedom and loneliness on his seventh birthday. However, that loneliness would not last, as someone decided they would be with him whether he liked it or not. What happens when this small child falls into the grasp of the Third Harbinger?

Kinich’s Encounters [on-going]

It Must be Fate! [complete] “You do realize this is kidnapping, right?” “What about it is kidnapping? I simply saved you from a high fall.” “You've refused to put me down and even carried me off against my will, that's kidnapping.” Observation [complete] “You've been following me, how come?” “You are sharp, even though you're in a state of exhaustion.” “...Just tell me what you want.” Introduction [complete] “Ah, there you are, I'm glad you're here, Kinich.” “Oh, hello, Peruere…” “Eh? You know Father?” Wanna Fight? [complete] “I don't have any interest in fighting you, if you want me to fight you that badly, I'll need compensation.” “Name your price.” “50,000 mora.” “Deal.” “...what about 100,000 mora.” “Deal.” “What is wrong with you?”

There's more to come, so I hope you enjoyed all these stories. See you next time ^^

[p0ls4r]

Capitano & HoTH 5+1 Teaser

Peruere rested her chin in her hands, deep in thought. A ‘Father’ cared, but in a cold, perfect way, while a ‘Dad’ was more…close? Warm? “Is this about The Captain?” “What! No!”, The Outrider laughed, head thrown back as he howled into the sky, laughing even louder when she pushed him over. “I don't see the Captain as my-” “Arlecchino?” “Dad!”, Peruere spun, stumbling as she rushed to stand, to face The Captain who had -Infuriatingly- snuck up the entire mountain at the perfect moment to catch her off guard

Peruere's having a crisis about parents, meanwhile Capitano's just there like 'Who's this weird mondstater boy and why is he talking to my daughter?'

[10diamondz]

A Night to remember

Summary: Capitano and his wife (Fem!Reader) decide to go on a long-overdue date, leaving their young daughter Alina in the care of Arlecchino, despite Alina's initial hesitation about the "scary lady." To ease the evening, Arlecchino introduces Alina to Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet, who quickly win her over with magic tricks and playful charm.

The night had settled over Snezhnaya, its icy grip lingering in the air, though inside your home, warmth and laughter filled the space.

You sat on the couch, watching your daughter, Alina, spinning in circles with a blanket tied around her neck like a makeshift cape.

Her raven-black hair, so much like her father’s, bounced with each twirl.“Look, Mama! I’m just like Papa!” she giggled, pretending to swing an imaginary sword. 

You chuckled, your heart swelling with love as you adjusted the "cape" that had started to slip from her shoulders. “Alina, tonight, your papa and I are going out, so we need someone to watch over you.” Alina stopped twirling, her tiny brow furrowing in confusion.

“Why can’t I come?” Before you could answer, the familiar sound of heavy footsteps approached. In the doorway, your husband—Capitano, stood with his intimidating figure. His armored silhouette filled the room, and though his face was hidden behind his dark mask, you could feel the affection in his gaze as he looked at the both of you.

“Not this time, little one,” Capitano said, his voice gentle despite its deep timbre. He walked over and picked Alina up with ease, her small hands resting on his chest plate. “Your mother and I need some time alone. But don’t worry—we’ll have a day just for us soon.”Alina pouted, crossing her arms. “But who’s going to watch me? No one else is as strong as you, Papa.”

You exchanged a quick look with Capitano, both of you knowing that the next part might come as a surprise. “I’ve asked Arlecchino to look after you tonight,” he said, carefully watching Alina’s reaction.Her eyes widened. “The scary lady?” she whispered, glancing over your shoulder as if expecting Arlecchino to pop out of the shadows.

Arlecchino, known for her strict, no-nonsense demeanor, was an intimidating presence to most, especially to a little girl like Alina. Yet, despite her rough exterior, she had shown a strange fondness for your daughter in the few interactions they’d had.

Still, leaving your precious child in her care for the night felt like a big step.“She’s not that scary,” you said, trying to ease Alina’s worries. “And she’s bringing some friends with her—Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet. Remember? They’re really nice, and I think you’ll have a lot of fun with them.”At the mention of new playmates, Alina’s expression brightened. “The magician and the diver? Really?”

Capitano smiled behind his mask, pleased to see her excitement returning. “Yes, really. But you have to be on your best behavior.”“I will!” Alina nodded eagerly, already distracted by the thought of Lyney’s magic tricks and Freminet’s mechanical gadgets.

As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door. You stood to open it, your heart skipping a beat when you saw Arlecchino standing there, her sharp eyes scanning the room. She stepped inside, her dark cloak billowing slightly as she glanced between you, Capitano, and Alina.

“You’re late,” Arlecchino said with her usual bluntness, though there was no malice in her tone. “Are you ready?”Capitano stepped forward, his hand resting on Alina’s back as he handed her off to Arlecchino’s care. “We trust you’ll keep her safe.”Arlecchino’s lips twitched into a small, barely noticeable smirk. “Of course. She’ll be fine with me.”

Alina hesitated for a moment, her wide eyes looking up at the intimidating woman before her. But when the door opened again, and three familiar faces walked in, her fear melted away.

Lyney, “Ah, the famous Alina! I’ve heard you’re quite the little knight.”

Lynette, gave her a small wave, while Freminet, shy as ever, offered a soft smile from behind his mechanical device.Alina beamed at them, her excitement bubbling over.

“Are you going to show me magic?” she asked Lyney, practically bouncing on her toes.

Lyney grinned, pulling a small card from behind her ear with a flick of his wrist. “Only if you promise not to figure out all my secrets.” As Alina laughed, utterly captivated by Lyney’s charm, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. She would be in good hands tonight.

You glanced at Capitano, who nodded slightly in agreement. With that, you turned to Arlecchino, giving her a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Arlecchino shrugged, as if the whole ordeal was nothing to her. “I’ll keep her entertained.” With one last look at Alina, who was now fully engrossed in Lyney’s tricks, you and Capitano stepped out into the cold Snezhnayan night.

The streets of Snezhnaya were quieter than usual, the snow crunching softly beneath your boots as you and Capitano walked side by side. It felt surreal, almost like stepping back in time to your early days together, when the weight of the world hadn’t yet settled on your shoulders.

Tonight, you weren’t the feared Captain and his wife. You were just two people, enjoying a long-overdue night out. As you approached the quiet restaurant where your first date had taken place, Capitano finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the silence. “Do you remember this place?”

You smiled softly, looking up at the modest building, the warm glow from inside spilling out onto the snow-covered street. “Of course. How could I forget?”

That first date had been simple but perfect. It was before all the complications of Fatui life, before Alina had come into your world and changed everything. Back then, you and Capitano were still figuring out who you were to each other. “Back then, I didn’t think we’d get this far,” Capitano admitted, his tone quieter than usual. You turned to look at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. “What do you mean?”

“I was so focused on my duties, on being who the Tsaritsa needed me to be. I didn’t think I had room for more.” He paused, reaching up to remove his mask. For a moment, you could see the man behind the title—the man you fell in love with. “But then, you showed me I could have both.” Your heart swelled with warmth as you stepped closer, placing your hand on his cheek.

For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world melted away. It was just the two of you, standing in the cold but warmed by each other’s presence. Capitano’s hand rested gently on your waist, pulling you closer until your foreheads touched. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft wind.

“For what?” “For staying by my side. For giving me a family.” You smiled, your heart full. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Back at home, Alina was thoroughly enjoying her evening with Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet.

The three siblings had quickly become her new favorite people, especially Lyney, who had already shown her several tricks she couldn’t begin to understand. “Can you teach me how to do that?” she asked, eyes wide with wonder as Lyney made a coin disappear.

Lyney grinned, leaning down to whisper, “Maybe one day, when you’re older. Magic takes patience.” Arlecchino, watching from the corner with her usual stern expression, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of amusement at how easily the performers had won Alina over. She had anticipated the evening to be more of a chore, but Alina seemed to have a way of softening, even the most hard-bitten individuals.

As the night wore on and Alina began to grow sleepy, curled up beside Freminet who was showing her one of his gadgets, Arlecchino stood and walked over, her bunny slippers (Bruh, i don’t want arlecchino to wear THAT heels for 24 hrs) slapping softly on the floor.

“Time for bed” she said, her tone firm but not unkind. Alina yawned, rubbing her eyes but nodding obediently. “Will you tell Papa I was good?” Arlecchino’s smirk returned. “I’ll tell him you were better than good.” With that, Alina drifted off, the warmth of the night still lingering as she fell asleep, dreaming of magic and knights.

[dailycapitano]

Are there any particular characters you would have wanted Capitano to interact with during the archon quests?

Personally, I think we were robbed of Citlali/Capitano interactions. Or Kinich and Kachina- they both need a good father figure

-🌸 anon

I actually haven't done the quest yet, 🌸anon! But from what I've seen, I actually agree with you❄️

Especially on the father figure part and with Citlali and Capitano, their interactions would've been funny but also wholesome!

I would've loved to see them interact❄️💙

[lair-of-platonic-yanderes]

Requests in my inbox.

Decided to do that list, so everyone can see, if I got their request.

Anon:

2. Platonic! Yandere! Kunikida X Early teens! Reader

1. Platonic! Yandere Diona and Platonic! Yandere! Klee x Male! Father Figure! Reader (patient, soft-spoken) (Note: I get this one twice, second one being a week or two ago. Second one added a soft-spoken part. Both were from anons. Asking out of curiosity, were they sent by same person, or it's just an interesting coincidence?)

3. Platonic! Yandere! Zhongli X Early teens! Reader

4. Platonic! Yandere! Venti x Tone deaf! Reader

5. Platonic! Yandere! Nahida x Male! Father Figure! Reader

6. Platonic! Yandere! Lynette, Platonic! Yandere! Yandere! Lyney and Platonic! Yandere! Freminet x Child! Reserved! Reader

7. Platonic! Yandere! Capitano x Teen! Reader

8. Platonic! Yandere! Baizhu x Teen! Reader

9. Platonic! Yandere! Mori Ougai x Fem! Teen! Reader

10. Platonic! Yandere! Dottore x Fem! Teen! Reader

Non-anon

1. Platonic! Yandere! Diluc x Stray Cat! Reader (do you want me to make them a nekomata, as Kirara (with youkai powers), or a cat person (without powers), like Diona, Olaf and Draff?

[2broschlininahotub]

Brosch how do you think Capitano and Diluc act with each other in your fatui au? With the added factor of diluc being softened up by his proximity to me in the hoth?

This depends psy,

Is Capitano in love with you or not.

If he is not in love with you, Capitano sees diluc and thinks he would make a good student. He likes his character. He feels sad that he did not get Diluc first before dottore.

If Capitano is in love with you,

He thinks diluc is a pet or boy toy you keep around. He thinks of helping Diluc so that he can earn your favor.

Diluc's opinion is on him doesn't really change that much in either scenario. Diluc likes him and sees him as a respectable senior. Diluc might start to see him as a father figure as he does remind him of his dad even if he doesn't remember. Diluc does start to see Capitano as a rival if he thinks of using him as a pawn but he still thanks for his help.