#Genshin Capitano

[vantax-art]

"No hero should have to wander alone." 🦋

[gojoidyll]

[starrytones]

capitano nation, how we feelin?

I SWEAR I DIDNT KNOW. IM HEARTHBROKEN

il capitano

(click and zoom for quality pls pls)

[comesatimecomesashadow]

wintery night w/ yan!capitano

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the snow outside fell gracefully, the wind carrying the small white particles with little to no effort as the blizzards of Snezhnaya went on. the cold reached the inside of the manor even though the windows blocked the brunt of the eternal winter from you. at times, it was easy to get lost in the eternal snow. especially when you were not used to so much of this weather.

as you gazed out of the window, parting the long, navy curtains just a little to peak outside at the blizzard, your husband stood at the doorway of the ballroom. he would often find you here in silence, he figured that maybe it helped you cope.

but he could be selfish at times, like now.

"Dove." he addressed, his voice oddly soft but still stern. you, however, paid him no mind and kept your gaze on the outside of the window. "What is it? .. Do you need something?" reluctantly, you shifted your gaze from the blizzard, to the storm in your own life — your husband.

though.. nowadays he seemed more like a refuge than a storm. but you had yet to give in.

the harbinger walked into the ballroom towards you. his footsteps on the lacquered wooden floor resounded throughout the room. a year ago you would have stepped back, this time you found yourself almost anxious to be in his arms.

"You've been distant as of late." your husband was never one to beat around the bush. like his sword, his words pierced any and all doubt from your mind. "Are you perhaps missing Natlan?"

with a sigh, you glanced back at the snow outside. such a lonely sight.. "It is much colder here.. I am unfamiliar with it." being the observant man he was — and your husband as well — he knew your words had more meaning than you led on.

"if you are cold, you need only come to me for warmth. for i shall provide you with any and everything you desire." his words were like obsidian. unbreakable, completely trustworthy. in just a short year of his life, he managed to make himself seem reliable, despite the fact that you very well knew the truth of who he was.

but in this lavish prison, who else were you to rely on — if not your very own captor-turned-husband? who else was supposed to tend to your every ailment and whisper words of reassurance when you felt hopeless? who else was to be the fire that cradled your shivering form as you struggled in this foreign environment?

who else was to soothe the aches of your heart..?

capitano could sense your resignation. it had been a long time coming, he was starting to wonder just when exactly you would give in and change the way you viewed him. reluctantly, you stepped away from the window, the navy curtains closing as you made your way to him.

without a word, he welcomed you into his arms. you laid your head against his chest as he cradled you in his warm embrace. his arms were less like a rope that suffocated you and more like the inviting arms of a husband concerned for his lover.capitano had been waiting for this moment, he had been patient in his pursuits. and as the saying went: good things did in fact come to him. for the first time, you returned his embrace and he could feel the way your body craved him.

his warmth. his touch.

capitano held you close and softly ran his hand over your hair while holding you. "i will be your warmth in the blizzard, i shall never leave you." with these words, you found yourself almost able to drift off the sleep in his arms.

while his touch consumed you, like a fire to a field of grass, you found yourself forgetting about the blizzards outside. suddenly, they didnt matter as much. they faded to the dark corners of your mind..

where you would never once think of them again.

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(sorry im making so many drabbles im 2 tired to make an actual post TwT)

[ink-ami]

Sleep well, Thrain.

5.3 broke me to the point I've spoiled my entire weekend drawing instead of working on reports... But it's all worth it :')

Can't say I didn't see it coming tho... Also I made some sketches (of Mavuika too, but it'll wait) so I might as well share them

[daredevilartist]

CAPITANO

so.... who was supposed to tell me the hottest man died?.... smh

also this was my first 2025 drawing.... only me

(DW JAYVIK IS COMING SOOOOOOON promised)

[somehumanmeat]

CAPTANO, GET YOUR MOLDY, ROTTING A$$ BACK UP, PLEASE

[mielwriting]

Natlan Act V Meme

Act 5 spoilers below!!!

You have been warned!

In truth I wasn't planning to pull for him but I was sadder than expected at Capitano's death. He seems like such a good person. He even asked the Tsaritsa for permission to not take the gnosis after losing that one (1) duel.

All his other comrades were long dead by this point. And the harbingers themselves don't seem too attached to each other. Mavuika and Ororon were possibly the closest people he had at that point.

Mavuika and Ororon, both used to placing themselves last, probably ignore their own emotions routinely enough that they didn't fully realize their feelings for Capitano, whatever they were.

And Capitano, after all this time, wanted to die. And Mavuika and Ororon are left missing him.

Leaks make it seem like there's a small chance he'll eventually be playable. But his corpse is necessary to upgrade pyro traveler, so they couldn't remove his corpse entirely.

With the power of fanfic anything is possible. so write that down

[mushroomtea-art]

The man with the biggest heart.

[fortheloveofarchons]

The Harbinger and His Arranged Bride

(Part 3)

A chapter where the wedding between you and Lord Capitano finally happen! Full chapter on the ao3 link down below!

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Your fingers clench onto the stems of the bouquet as your eyes stare at the large, wooden doors. The entrance to your new life. You then gaze down to your bouquet, which is filled with chamomiles and white roses.

How beautiful, you thought, trying to bring a smile to your face. I thought they’ll use dry flowers as bouquets.

There was some fanfare outside of this church, some cheers and words spoken from the crowd of Snezhnayas’ citizens– personal, lively, interested. There were even a lot of journalists outside, taking bright shots when you stepped down from the carriage and walked to the church, the veil covering your head. 

“Lady Selvadurai! What’s your opinion of being married to the First Fatui Harbinger?” 

“Do you have any plans to stay here after the ceremony? Or are you going to go back to Sumeru?” 

“Tell us! Was it a genuine or an arranged marriage between you two?” 

“Why isn’t your family attending this wedding? Did you forbid them to come?” 

The Fatui’s guards quickly usher you in the church while the journalists’ voices all drown your thoughts. Good thing the church’s door is soundproof. 

You grit your teeth, trying to keep calm as the fear in the pit of your belly became tense, your hands gripping the bouquet so tight that you could feel the stems breaking. You knew there was nothing you could do, but that didn’t stop your eyes from straying over the hallways, searching for any potential exits. 

Before you could take a step back, the echoing sound of the tall, wooden doors slowly opened, which revealed the inside of the church– the altar to your wedding. 

Upon entering, the cool, fragrant air greets you, mingling with the faint scent of polished oak wood and blooming flowers. The aisle stretches forward, lined with delicate arrangements of what seems to be blue and white flowers tied with dark blue satin ribbons. Candles flicker gently in tall, wrought-iron holders, casting warm, golden light over the polished pews.

You look up, gazing and admiring the vaulted ceiling that’s adorned with painted frescoes of what looks to be angels and serene blue skies. The walls are lined with stained-glass windows, each in different poses of Her Royal Highness of the nation Snezhnaya. The dim sunlight streaming through these windows creates colorful patterns that dance on the floors, adding to the ethereal atmosphere of your wedding. 

The choirs of the local children sang in a harmonious choir next to the pews, and you notice that the pews are not even fully filled. Small floral arrangements and ribbons are tied to the ends of each row, adding a touch of elegance for today’s occasion. At most, probably half of each side of the pews are filled. To you left, it’s mostly filled with some of the butlers and maids, most of which you could recognise since they all came from The Captain’s estate. You can’t help but chuckle from seeing them being involved with the wedding too. 

Meanwhile, to your right, it was mostly occupied with some fatui soldiers, politicians, nobles, and– ALL OF THE FATUI HARBINGERS?!?! 

You knew they would be here because, well– this is yours and Lord Capitano’s wedding, after all. But that doesn’t stop your hands from almost slipping your bouquet to the ground from seeing their presence.

You stumble slightly, your white high heels stepping against the red carpet. Try as you may to stare at the ground, but you can’t help but stare at the sight of the rest of the Fatui Harbingers. 

La Signora, a tall woman with porcelain-like skin and high cheekbones, regards you with a cold smirk as her crimson eyes pierces through your soul, puffing up her last smoke from her cigarette holder. Even with her glare, you can’t help but stare at her long, platinum hair and how her light red dress is covered with a long, flowing coat, all donned with glittering jewelry and diamonds. 

She definitely takes on both fights. Your face reveals a tinge of blush underneath your veil.

Next to her, is The Knave, who is literally the opposite of La Signora’s feminine beauty. When your hazel eyes lock with her reddish-criss cross eyes, she gives you a slow, subtle nod of acknowledgement. She wears what looked to be a suit, donned in black and red, and adorned with intricate silver accents and what looks to be Fatui insignias. 

…This one definitely takes on both fights, again. You can’t help but wonder if she was your betrothed instead, but you quickly shake that thought away. 

Begone, fowl thoughts, we are in a church after all. What would The Captain think? 

So far, from what you can see from the women of the Fatui Harbingers, they all look dignified, yet dangerous. 

Beautiful, yet unapproachable. 

That is to say that you haven’t seen Columbina and Sandrone, but because they are much further away from the pews, you could only keep walking forward, and your gaze lands on some of the men of the Fatui Harbingers. 

Lord Childe, a man with the most youthful charm coming from the rest, is the only one that gives what seems to be a confident smile and playful wave towards you. Yet, when he opens his eyes, it immediately makes your smile freeze, as his deep-set, sharp blue eyes are like an endless ocean. You quickly remember that he’s one of the Fatui Harbingers as well, and you immediately avert his gaze. 

Lord Childe’s reddish-orange bangs fall on his eyesight as he watches you from behind. 

Sitting in front of Lord Childe is The Regrator, also known as Lord Pantalone. A man donned with a tailored coat of deep, luxurious hues of black, accented with intricate gold embroidery that traces elegant, swirling patterns along the fabric. It seems that he has never opened his eyes and– Wait, is he blind? Or does he just… not open them? Either way, you can’t help but admire his long, elegant lashes that’s framed behind his pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair is sleek and dark, truly dignified as a Harbinger should. 

Lastly, right next to Lord Pantalone, which is at the front of the pews, is the Director of the Fatui Harbingers, Lord Pierro. 

…Oh sweet archons, what the hell? 

His long silver hair, his well-kept beard, his expression is like a seasoned leader, and his only star-eyed pupil locks with your eyes. Like Lord Arlecchino, he gives you a subtle nod. At this point, is this a nod of preparation? A nod of respect? Or a nod of subtle foreshadowing?  

You internally bite the inside of your cheeks because what in the sweet lands of archons– Why are they all so beautiful and handsome?!?! Ohhh… to be like them, so untouchable and unstoppable. You wish you were them, but you know that you can never be them. There can only be one. And. You. Are. Not. One. Of. Them. 

Your eyes then widen in surprise when you come face to face with… The Captain, Il Capitano. 

Your groom. Your betrothed. Your husband.

“Wow…” You can’t help but whisper it out of your lips, as you take in his appearance. 

While his headgear is still the same shape and colour, his attire consists of an armour that’s crafted from white, matte metal, and a white bodysuit with golden chains and accessories on his chest plate. Although his hair remains untied and unbraided, his black shiny hair remains as silky as always, glistening under the lights from the stained glasses. 

You gaze at him, and notice that what’s draped over his broad shoulders is a long, flowing white cape that pools down onto the floor, lined with golden intricacies that seem to be fatui insignias. 

Before you could continue to gaze at him, a voice echoes through the altar...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60714016/chapters/158486338

Edit: Not sure why but I can't put the link as always from my previous post, will try to fix this issue but for now the fanfic title is just above this post! Sorry for the inconvenience!!

[ddeltacrane]

Young capy

Twitter post

[vortexbloom]

ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣 𖤓 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙)

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥- 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕥

ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣 𖤓 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚)

Paining: Capitano x Female Soldier Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: A bit spicy, death & injuries.

English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

Also, I do not own any Characters like Capitano !

Anyway, have fun reading this :)

Art by: @rotten_hyena on X (Twitter)

You were Capitano‘s right hand, his favorite soldier to be more specific.

That’s because you never failed a mission, no matter how hard it was.

But the recent mission he sent you on didn’t went well…

In fact, the mission ended with half of your soldiers being killed and the other half being deeply injured.

You failed, and thats how you ended up being in Capitano’s office, standing before him with your head down, not daring to look at him.

Not bearing the silence between the two of you anymore, you started talking.

"Lord Capitano, I‘m—"

He cut you off before you could finish your sentence, making you look at the ground again.

Now standing before you, he held your chin, making you look up at him.

"Y/n, you probably already know that I‘m deeply disappointed in you, don’t you?"

Feeling more ashamed, you nodded. You also felt kinda warm inside at the sudden closeness.

Capitano just sighs.

"I expected more from you. After all, you never failed a mission before, so tell me, what happened that you managed to fail this time?

You felt more nervous, since you didn’t really have an explanation for your failure.

"I……I wish I could give you a proper explanation about why I failed…..but sadly, I don’t have one. I apologize for failing and disappointing you, Lord Capitano."

Capitano‘s arms were now wrapped around your waist, making your breath hitch.

"I forgive you, after all, my favorite Soldier does deserve a second chance. But just so you know, I won’t accept another failed mission, so make sure to never make it happen again, or else…."

His hand wandered to your hips this time, squeezing a bit. You blushed immediately.

"Yes, my Lord. I‘ll make sure that I don’t fail another mission. Thank you for your forgiveness and giving me a second chance."

Capitano finally let’s go of you, stepping back.

"Good. You’re free to leave and get back to work."

And with that, you left his office and went back to do your daily duties.

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[riceppang]

Capitano deserves some headpat too 🥲

[phenylshark]

I'm surprised the jojo meme hasn't been done with these too yet

[comesatimecomesashadow]

domesticity w/ capitano & goth wife!reader

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thinking about domestic moments with capitano and his pretty wife. despite the insurmountable amount of blood and death his hands have caused, they are the same hands that gently remove your makeup when you're too drowsy to do so. . . . though there are servants that cook for you in his estate, if you ever cook something (like a family recipe or a recipe from your homeland) he readily observes at your side if he isn't away on business. he would look over your shoulder as you cook like a clingy cat ridden with curiosity. now, as we all know, capitano is mr. moneybags himself. so of course he loves to shop for you. God forbid he lays his sapphire eyes on a pair of lace gloves or a frilly onyx dress because then his thoughts are just: 'my wife would love this' or 'this would look beautiful on her'. . . . and don't even get me started on diy outfits. though his flesh is decayed, he still has an eye for fashion. he loves it when you wear your diy'd outfits because they perfectly capture your creativity. there is a sense of pride he feels when you decide to put together a new outfit to show to him. . . . there was a time that you wanted to see what he'd look like with teased hair, so with a soft 'capitano.. can i tease your hair?', he couldn't refuse. he was a little worried at the prospect of using hair spray and willingly tangling his hair, but at the end of it, he looked quite dashing. (you took a photo of the two of you that you keep on your dresser, he smiles when he sees it.) . . .

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ok im done

[gojoidyll]

Capitano doesn't get drunk... until he eventually does.

drunk!capitano x wife!reader

Capitano is the type of drunk who mopes around when the person he cares for most isn't anywhere in sight.

You could literally see the rain clouds forming over his head as his shoulders sort of slouch.

To anyone else, he his scary, brooding, someone that one shouldn't go up to.

But you knew your husband well, so when you spotted him easily through the throngs of people, you had to keep yourself from laughing. He, to you, honestly looked like a kicked puppy.

Grinning to yourself, you walked over to him, your arms circling around his left bicep as you clung to him.

"And how's my husband doing this fine night?"

Your voice was playful as you leaned into him.

And, like a switch that was flipped, you watched as Capitano's mood did a full 180. He stood up straighter and lifted his free hand to encircle your hands that were holding onto his bicep. The fictional clouds that were over his disappeared, and he seemed like himself (to you) once more.

"Drunk."

His answer was simple as he held onto you fiercely.

"I can tell," you giggled as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

Capitano rarely ever got drunk, but when he did he was the mopey, clingy type who you would have to look real closely to know if he was actually drunk or not.

You wouldn't have him any other way.