Could you write a fic with older!Peter Steele specifically in his forties when he had a beard, and younger!reader whoâs in her 20s.
Anyways reader is college and needs a place to stay near campus, do Peter offers to let her live in his apartment, which is conveniently near campus. Reader moves in and her and Peter soon start dating.
Thanks!! â€ïž
Cinnamon Girl
Pairings: Peter Steele x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, age gap (reader is 20 and peter is 41), dom!peter, sub!reader, power dynamic, praise, degradation, squirting, size kink (obvi), this has nothing to do with the real person this is just a silly fan girl imagining scenarios (new disclaimer Iâm adding cause why not), fingering, oral ( both receiving) and I think thatâs it.
Youâve known Peter for while since heâs a friend of your father. And recently youâve been needing a place to stay while you go to school. The dorms werenât what you wanted, didnât wanna share a room with strangers. One time while Peter was over at your dadâs house you brought it up and he said you were more than welcome to come live with him.
So, you packed up and moved into his Scranton home. However, it was hard living with the older man. Considering the fact you had a huge crush on him. I mean, how could anyone not? 6â8 feet of pure muscle and a deep baritone voice that could seduce anyone. Not to mention his striking personality, sarcasm and self deprecation. Talented beyond his years. But he was way older than you and your dadâs friend, you couldnât get involved with himâŠcould you?
The romantic tension between the two of you grew the longer you stayed at his house. Youâd snuggle on the couch and watch old movies together but it was purely platonic at least on his end, right?
Oh, Peter was so attracted to you. You didnât know, of course he didnât wanna cross any lines so he didnât express those feelings. But heâd began to notice the way you looked at him, and the raven haired man soon realized you felt the same.
So heâd start out doing little things for you, buying you flowers and such âJust because he was thinking of you.â (Was his lame excuse)
Soon enough, though, those gestures and movie nights blossomed into more. And just like that, the two of you were together. It was nice not having to hide your true feelings for the bassist, being able to be open to them.
One day, you couldnât help but feel particularly needy for him. The two of you hadnât crossed the line when it came to sex, but you knew you couldnât wait any longer.
The older man was reading a book on the couch when you waltzed in the living room. You admired the way Peter was so concentrated. You snuck up on him and got down on your knees in front of him. Somehow, he didnât notice. So, you slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down.
Oh, and of course youâve been the magazine, everyone has. So youâre not surprised by his size. Though, it is still shocking to see in real life. The cold air hitting his cock is what maked Peter quickly put down the book, looking at you in both shock and desire.
âBabyâŠ.â He said in a warning tone. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and slowly pumped up and down.
âFuckâŠif you keep going I donât think Iâm gonna be able to hold back.â
âThatâs fine.â You assured him before taking his length in your mouth bobbing your head.
The older manâs hand instinctively went to your hair, guiding your movements as he moaned lowly. âGood girlâŠyouâre a fucking slut arenât you? So desperate to taste some dickâŠâ
You took your shirt off as well as your bra while you continued to suck him off. Suddenly he pulled you off of him, âLay on the couch.â You immediately obeyed the singerâs request, lying down on the leather couch. You watched as he full stripped in front of you, your mouth was salivating.
Your boyfriend got on his knees in front of you, slowly pulling down your panties and pushing up your skirt to reveal your dripping hole. He blew cool air on it making you whimper before flicking his tongue on your clit. You gripped his hair and cried out, feeling the intense stimulation on your bundle of nerves.
Peter stuck to of his fingers in as well, scissoring your cunt open. âSuch a sweet pussyâŠJesus ChristâŠâ
You gripped the couch cushions and screwed your eyes shut, becoming a moaning mess. âMmm fuck, Peter!â
The frontman kept going until you squirted your release, your cries echoing against the walls. He licked your release up like a starving man before looking up at you between your legs, his face shiny from your orgasm.
âYou think you can take my cock, baby?â
You nodded. You needed him, desperately. You had simply waited too long to initiate anything considering he was never going to initiate anything first. You watched as he got up, and by surprise, forced you into doggy. The raven haired man laughed at your surprise before teasing your entrance with his tip.
âPlease, please, pleaseâŠâ you begged and whimpered until he slowly began stretching you out. You hissed in pain and moaned in pleasure at the same time. âFuckâŠso tinyâŠâ Peter groaned as he started to thrust slowly.
Once his full length was in he gripped your hips and began to speed up, hitting your g spot every time. You moaned as your face was smushed into the couch.
âLook so good taking my dickâŠâ the older man commented, his grip on your hips definitely leaving bruises. You could hear him moan and groan, especially when he slapped your ass and watched it redden.
âIâm gonna cumâŠâ he announced, speeding up his thrusts before pulling out and jerking himself off, moaning as he finished on your lower back.
There is a new hybird moving next door and Mavuika doesn't trust that dog around her beloved puppy. Surely as long as her pup doesn't go over the fence it will be okay.
Uh-oh!
Messy sketch,OOC characters, Reader is a female dog, hybirds AU?Idk, please spay/neuter your pet, reader and Capitano isn't spayed for the sake of the story.
A/N : @/jymwahuwu fed me Capitano stuff. [Warning : THEIR BLOG IS 18+ AND EXPLICIT]
Edit : @/jymwahuwu made something đđđđ„șđ„ș
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Aahh I canât believe itâs been two years since I wrote my Yandere! Capitano x Damsel! Darling longfic!! This epilogue has been in my drafts for nearly as long, and I figured now would be a good time to revisit my favorite fairytale <3
Synopsis:: âWhile the Captain carries out his mission in Natlan, how does he protect his darling from afar? Her guard is here to provide the details.â
Tw:: yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, invasion of privacy, implied abuse from darlingâs backstory, MINORS DNI
Note:: Female reader described as physically weak and smaller than Capitano
⥠1k words under the cut âĄ
Sender: Sergeant C. Naiad
Note: CONFIDENTIAL
My lord,
At the time I am writing this report, it has been eight days since your departure for Natlan.
Your wife is in good health. She rarely speaks to me and the new live-in servants, though she seems to have fully adjusted to our presence.
Below is a record of her daily routine. There may be slight variations depending on her energy levels and emotional state. But for the most part, Lady ______ adheres to this personal schedule.
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7:00 - Lady ______ wakes up.
7:10 - Bathtime.
7:30 - Lady ______ leaves the bedroom.
7:35 - Breakfast.
8:00 - Lady ______ strolls around the woods, escorted. Occasionally picks flowers.
8:30 - Lady ______ preserves new flowers (if any) and checks on the other flowers in her collection.
9:00 - Lady ______ begins reading her first book of the day.*
12:00 - Lunch.
12:30 - Lady ______ continues reading.
15:00 - Lady ______ finishes her first book and arranges it in her personal library.
15:30 - Lady ______ begins reading her second book of the day.
18:45 - Bathtime.
19:00 - Dinner.
19:30 - Lady ______ continues reading.
20:00 - Lady ______ finishes her second book or stays up late to finish reading it.
20:15 - Lady ______ makes her request for breakfast the next day and goes to the bedroom.
20:30 - Bedtime.
*Depending on the length or contents of the story, Lady ______ may devote a full day to a single book. Other times, she chooses to instead rest in the bedroom, cook her own meals, or learn the Snezhnayan language through her textbooks and my assistance.
Regarding the last activity, her pronunciation is improving.
âż â
My lord,
Today, Lady ______ read Records of Jueyun Vol. 2.
Based on her expressions, she seemed particularly fond of this story. The day prior, she also expressed interest in continuing Fables de Fontaine and Tales from the Waves.
Once you give your approval, I will place an order for the remaining volumes of all three book collections.
âż â
My lord,
We have received the garments commissioned for your wife. She seemed pleased with your gift, even going so far as to change into one of the dresses. Specifically, it was the lavender corset gown with off-shoulder puff sleeves.
Later, I overheard the staff praising herâa common topic of discussion, if I may add. This time, their compliments revolved around her physical appearance and your love for one another. Aside from this, they continue to serve her with utmost devotion.
Attached is a candid photograph of Lady ______ in the aforementioned gown.
âż â
My lord,
During my morning rounds, I discovered a Cryo Whopperflower two yards north of your residence. It was immediately eliminated, and I dispatched agents to eliminate any remaining monsters within the woods.
I have Private Hercynaâs confirmation that your estate has been purged of all potential dangers to Lady ______. She continues to enjoy her morning strolls.
âż â
My lord,
Lady ______ has reorganized her personal library. The servants offered their help, but she insisted on lifting the books and climbing the ladder by herself. Nonetheless, I remained by her side in case of an accident.
Afterwards, she reread Heart of Clear Springs. She then requested a shipment of Dandelion Wine and ingredients native to Mondstadt.
âż â
My lord,
I have a serious matter to discuss with you.
This afternoon, your wife requested a cup of Love Poem tea. It was served in the living room, and the maid tripped while holding the tray.
I was able to keep the hot tea from splashing all over Lady ______, but she was visibly shaken. Even after I confirmed that neither of us had been scalded, she went upstairs and spent the rest of the day in her bedroom. She explicitly ordered a cold beverage for dinner.
I can only imagine the traumatic memories that resurfaced, based on the personal information you have disclosed to me.
From what I saw, it was purely an accident though that does not excuse Lady ______âs distress. I also had the tea checked for any poisons that could be absorbed through the skin.
Attached is the personal file of the offender. Their punishment is at your discretion.
Rest assured, there will be no repeat of this incident.
âż â
My lord,
Lady ______ has received your package from Natlan.
The flowers arrived in perfect condition. She spent the most time admiring the Brilliant Chrysanthemums.
She cried while reading your letter.
âż â
My lord,
Lady ______ finished preserving her previous batch of flowers.
I was also told that she needs a new notebook for her collection, as her current notebook only has a few blank pages left.
She suggested a trip to the local bookstore upon your return.
âż â
My lord,
At the time I am writing this report, Lady ______âs letter should be en route to Natlan, along with the flowers she preserved for you.
After she gave me the sealed envelope, I checked the trashcan and noticed a crumpled sheet of stationery.
Given the circumstances, I chose not to read it. Instead, I have enclosed the stationery in my report, so that you may be the one to check if there are any secret codes or messages.
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I hope you like the laurestine. I think it turned out better than the other flowers.
After your mission, what do you want to do? We havenât traveled to Fontaine yet. The botanical gardens should be in bloom next season. Or if you want, we can just stay at home. Iâm fine with anything.
Please take care of yourself. And tell me if the mission has to be extended.
I miss you.
âĄ
Read Artifact Set for Capitanoâs letter <3
Aahhh I still canât believe weâve finally made it to Capitanoâs in-game debut. So much has happened since A Winter Nightâs Lazzo, and I canât wait to write more Capitano x Damsel once his lore is available (((o(*ïŸâœïŸ*)o)))âĄ
Lastly, I just want to give a shoutout to my beta-reader @diodellet, my mutuals (you know who you are), and my readers!! I rlly appreciate your presence over the years, and thank you for enjoying my work :â>
*cries* I thought I was done with Church AU after Priest! Dottore yet here I am with more unholy ideas. Welp, Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling, here we go (ïŒÏïŒ)
Tw:: yandere, psychological trauma, blood, violence, death, religious abuse, MDNI
Note:: fictional depictions of religion
⥠3.8k words under the cut âĄ
⥠From the moment of their creation, angels are classified into the Nine Orders. This hierarchy determines their roles in Heaven and Earth, with higher ranks assigned greater levels of power and authority. A special exception is The Strongest Angel, an individual who is neither a Seraph nor an angel from the First Sphere. Rather, the moniker belongs to Il Capitano, the leader of the Powers.
⥠The legitimacy of his title has never been questioned. As a warrior angel, Capitanoâs purpose is to vanquish evil. He is the chivalrous knight in bloodstained armor, the nigh-invincible being who strikes fear into the hearts of demons, the ever-righteous angel bound by a paradoxical duty to partake in violence for the sake of everlasting peace.
⥠It is in a small town in Mondstadt, following his victory over a legion of demons, that Capitano encounters you. It is the hour of mass yet you are nowhere near the Church; rather, you have taken sanctuary in a secluded meadow. A book sits on your lap, not a religious text but a tale of dark fantasy. There is a saintlike quality to your countenance, an air of melancholy as delicate as the flowers which surround you.
âż â
The moment Capitano appears before you, all peace leaves the meadow.
No, this isnât right. It is normal for humans to feel fear in the divine presence of angels, yet he is donning his human guise. Nonetheless, as soon as his shadow touches your form, you look up and suppress a shriek, your face losing its veil of apathy.
So what exactly did he do wrong?
For your benefit, he remains rooted to his spot. Clarity comes in the form of your gaze flitting to your book, its title printed on the cover in conspicuous letters, the whispers which leave trembling lips.
âIâŠI can explain! This bookâitâs just fiction! There are no real curses or spells inscribed in the text; it doesnât promote any form of blasphemy!â
Ah, now he understands. You werenât afraid of him.
Carefully, Capitano takes a step forward and raises his hand in a calming gesture. A gentle expression adorns his false face.
âBe not afraid.â
âż â
⥠It doesnât take long for him to understand your wariness. A glimpse into your soul, paired with your quiet explanation, tells the story of an orphan raised by the Church. Only, your Church is one of many founded on distorted beliefs, of violence preached in the name of a cruel god. As a result, your upbringing was marked by strict rules, corporal punishments, and sermons which painted the image of a hopeless child with a weakness for temptation.
⥠Knowing this, Capitano canât fault you for forsaking God and your Church. Still in his human guise, he promises his silence and leaves the meadow. But once he returns to Heaven, his first course of action is to apply for a position as your guardian angel. It is an easy processâwhile that role is typically reserved for the lower ranks, there is no shortage of humans in need of spiritual guidance and protection. He only questions why an angel wasnât assigned to you when you were in greatest need of one.
⥠Henceforth, Capitano becomes a recurring character in your life. Every week, he visits you in the meadow. When you ask for his identity, he claims to be a progressive believer from another town. But rather than enlighten you with the true Word of God, he simply keeps you company and indulges your âvices,â leading to hours spent reading together. Beyond those meetings, he also watches over you to ward off any demons or humans seeking to harm you.
⥠From your end, you slowly warm up to your mysterious companion. He is a man of few words, but his actions always convey a sense of kindness. And despite his faith, he genuinely respects your beliefs and accepts you as you are. At one point, he even gives you a special gift, a quill pen of exceptional quality. The feather, pure white with a soft radiance, must have been sourced from a rare bird of prey.
⥠Over time, however, something changes. Capitano canât deny that the faults lies with him. His visits, his constant thoughts of you, the ever-blurring line between want and dutyâŠnothing of his behavior can be attributed to an angelâs inherent love for humanity. If that were the case, his love wouldnât beget heartache. His love wouldnât beget the temptation to harm others, rooted not in the name of justice but for your own safety. His love wouldnât beget lust, guilt, dishonor, desires so sinfully evocative of his own fallibility.
⥠The truth is, you were never in need of spiritual salvation. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, what Capitano saw was a pure soulâa good person unlikely to commit evil nor fall into true temptation. Moreover, he knows that your sin of disbelief is forgivable unlike your Churchâs sins of violence. That so long as you remain as you are, your soul will not be denied paradise, albeit in a realm of Heaven beyond Capitanoâs jurisdiction. So why is he incapable of leaving your side?
âż â
âI had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.â
As you read the final line, your gaze leaves the book and returns to Capitano.
âWhat did you think of the story?â
Your shoulder brushes against his own, a tempting sensation. It is all he can do to remain still, to think against seeking out more of your touch, to remind himself that your close proximity is a mere necessity for your current activity.
The left side of the book, bearing the storyâs ending, rests in your left hand. The other side is held in Capitanoâs right hand, a blank page devoid of hope for a happy ending. When he turns the page, you seamlessly catch it under your thumb to show the next page.
Who knew of the casual intimacies imbued in the act of reading together?
âIt was a well-written novel,â he says simply. âThough her sins tarnished her honor, Rosalyneâs sacrifice was an act of love. Her loss did not hinder her faithfulness to Rostam.â
âI feel the same way,â you muse. âNow I understand why this book was banned centuries ago. Forbidden love between angels and humansâŠit certainly goes against what the Church taught us about angels. I have to give the author credit for their imagination.â
Itâs just the two of you again, this time in the library. At the start of winter, you invited Capitano to your workplace. There, in your greatest show of trust, you brought him to a secret room dedicated to texts banned by the Church for promoting âblasphemy.â Fantasy, erotica, anti-Church publications, first editions of censored books, stories which merely deviated from the Churchâs popular depictions of spiritual beings.
Molten Moment belongs to the last category. Little do you know that it was based on a true story, that the author had really formed a pact with a demon called La Signora. Capitano himself is mentioned in the story under his true name.
He was one of the few angels who noticed the changes in Rosalyneâs behavior. She used to be a Throne, an angel with no connection to Earth nor humanity. Yet by some twist of fate, she laid eyes on a brave knight from Mondstadt and began to meet him in her human guise.
He was the first to hear of Rosalyneâs sin, that being she saved Rostamâs life during a battle. It was a direct violation of Godâs orders: Angels and demons may influence humans, but they are forbidden from directly altering a humanâs lifespan.
He was a silent witness to Rosalyneâs descent. She fell from Heaven, burned by her own flames, yet she had never appeared more ecstatic. In the following years, she married Rostam and lived a happy life with him on Earth.
He was the last to recognize Rostamâs soul at the pearly gates, forever separated from his fallen lover. Such had been Rosalyneâs divine punishment, worsened by her knowledge of this possibility. But what else was she to do? To let Rostam know of her true nature? To drag his soul down to Hell, where heâd be subjected to an eternity of undeserved suffering?
Capitano is no fool. As he read Molten Moment, he began to understand Rosalyneâs sin in a new light. Half the time, he couldnât even concentrate on the text, his human eyes repeatedly drifting to your intense reading expression.
He closes the book, leaving it in your sole grasp. But before he can stand up from the sofa, you scoot closer and lean your weight on him. The book is placed on a nearby table, forgotten.
âDo you mind?â you whisper. Your right hand, empty since the prologue, traces his left hand.
A moment of silence precedes his response. âYou may.â
Wordlessly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. A gesture of intimacy, an unspoken confession. Yet as he savors your touch, Capitano wonders if you would harbor the same level of comfort around his true form.
He doubts it. As a Power, he bears an inhuman appearance on par with that of his superiors. It is his true image which has earned him the title of monster by witnessing humans.
Still, he allows himself to indulge in the blessing that is your oblivion. When you look into his two human eyes, there is a soft light in your gaze wholly free of fear.
âSpring is coming soon,â you mutter. âI canât wait to see the flowers again. Come to think of it, thereâs a variety of narcissus which grows only in late spring. Itâs very pretty.â
Against his better judgment, Capitano strengthens his grip on your hand. âShall I take it as an invitation to resume our meetings in the meadow?â
âSure.â That is when you look up, a small smile adorning your face. âAnd if you canât visit for whatever reason, Iâll pick a bouquet and preserve it for you.â
For once, Capitano is rendered speechless.
Rarely do you ever smile. Even to him, you retain your listless dispositionâwhether it is out of habit or lingering distance, he has yet to discern your reasons. But that is what makes it all the more special, those few instances when he is beholden to your expressions.
He wonders if this is what humans feel in the divine presence of angels, when they are borne witness to all things holy and beautiful.
Your smile is a phenomenon reserved only for the worthiest of souls. And in your grace, he has never felt more undeserving.
âż â
⥠At the end of winter, a religious war is authorized by the Church of Mondstadt. Shortly after the news reaches your town, Capitano informs you that he will be busy with âwork.â He says it during another reading date, featuring Heart of Clear Springs. Before leaving, he kisses your hand and gives you a kind smile. There is a sad look in his eyes, but you donât inquire further.
⥠In late spring, your town is attacked. With the entire area under fire, from your home to the meadow, you find yourself running back to the sacred building which youâd avoided for years. After all, though the enemy soldiers belong to a different denomination, they still worship the same god as you. In the present, the church is the only place on Earth where you can claim asylum and pray for your survival.
⥠Except every entrance is locked, including the doors to the orphanage. As the army reaches the town square, all you can do is bang on the front doors and beg to be let in. From inside, you can hear the voices of the people that luckily attended mass before the invasion. Some tell you to hide elsewhere, others beg you for forgiveness, a few sound like the nuns and caretakers who tormented you in the past.
⥠Before you can think of another sanctuary, a soldier strikes you. PainâŠit has never felt more intense. Through your fading consciousness, you register your body falling and your head hitting the concrete. Blood pools from your forehead and trickles down the steps of the church, tainting it red.
⥠Life flashes before your eyes in a blurry sequence. The static images of God, sermons and bruises, unanswered prayers, people who never believed you or simply didnât care. A birthday celebrated with your departure from the Church. Sanctuary found in the library followed by the meadow. Yet the numbness remained, each day bleeding into the next in a gloomy haze. In all those years, did you ever feel Godâs love?
⥠It doesnât matter at this point. A small part of you wonders if you should have retained your faith, continued your prayers, sought out salvation in the safety of your solitude. At least then, at the hour of your death, you wouldnât be confronted with the fact of your humanity. The primal fear of death, the spiritual fear of ending up in Hell no matter Capitanoâs reassurances.
⥠CapitanoâŠwhere is he? Weakly, you call out to him but he doesnât appear. Of course, why would he? You should feel thankful; it means he is probably safe, wherever he is. Still, you canât help but wish he were hereâif not to save you, as he has done by simply keeping you company, but to comfort you one last time. And those are the thoughts which plague you in your final moments, an unheard prayer on the tip of your tongue.
âI pray that we meet again, myself and the first person who truly loved me.â
⥠______ died on a cloudy day, one of many people persecuted in the name of God. After the Church was destroyed and its followers slaughtered, their body was buried in a mass grave that once flourished with nature. There was a poignant quality to their countenance, an air of distress as transient as the flowers planted above them.
⥠At least, that is how your story ends from the perspectives of the survivors. But to the angels and demons who witnessed the destruction of your town, your death was only the end of a chapter in your life. In their eyes, Capitano had been present all throughout, an invisible witness to your death, absolute in his refusal to perform an unauthorized miracle.
⥠He remained by your side until the light faded from your eyes. That was when he took notice of the bouquet of narcissus clutched in your hand, tainted with blood despite your feeble efforts to save his gift. A soldier approached your corpse, intending to drag it down the steps for burial; but before they could touch you, Capitano appeared before them.
⥠It was only for a brief second, but the soldier drew back and cowered in fear. In the following days, they were haunted by the memory of the angelic figure who appeared outside the Church of Mondstadt. Or more precisely, the monster who prayed over a bloodstained corpse and took a bouquet of ruined flowers out of their grasp.
âż â
From the moment you wake up, all peace leaves the meadow.
What happened? Your memory comes back in hazy fragmentsâdeath, darkness, blinding light, pearly gates, ethereal figures. Most vivid is the sensation of strong arms and soft feathers, a familiar warmth which accompanied you throughout your journey.
As for your current surroundings, you are in a meadow so beautiful that it brings to mind the Garden of Eden. Flowers of every variety bloom across the scenery, some out of season. The sky is bright, sunless, a canvas of multiple colors. There are no other signs of life.
Internally, too, something feels off. A nearby pond provides a glimpse of your reflectionâwhite garments, gold scars in place of your fatal injuries, your disoriented countenance. If this place is what you think it isâŠshouldnât you feel at peace, happy even? And why are you alone?
Your gaze lands on a patch of flowers. Pure white, perianth petals, cup-shaped coronasâŠthe same type of narcissus which grew in your favorite meadow. The flowers point in different directions, as though searching for a sun that does not exist.
âYou are awake.â
A shadow touches your form, engulfing you in darkness. It bears a large, unrecognizable shape but such details evade you as you recognize the voice behind you.
âCapitano!â Immediately, you turn around, only to gasp and suppress a scream.
The person before youâŠcan you even call him human? He is incredibly tall, to the point that you must crane your neck to see his faceâassuming there is one beneath his iron mask. His body is clad in silver armor, stained blood in some places. A halo, shaped like a crown of thorns, shines behind his head.
But what shocks you are his wings. A single pair covered in radiant white feathers and eerily dark blue eyes. Each eye seems to glow with an uncanny aura.
Dark blue eyes with a striking resemblance to Capitanoâs. What more for his long black hair and his solemn manner of speaking?
It doesnât make your revelation any less unsettling.
âCapitano.â Your voice comes out in a nervous whisper. âIs it really you? Youâre aâŠâ
âAn angel,â he confesses. He takes a step back, widening the distance between your bodies. âI ask that you pardon my appearance. Such was my sacrificeâfor my true form, in all of its monstrosity, to be my sole image.â
His human face comes to mind, along with the kind gaze you fell in love with.
You feel the weight of multiple gazes on you. âWhat do you mean?â
âIs this realm to your satisfaction?â he asks. âI beseeched God to create a special paradise for you, cut off from the rest of Heaven. The price is that your capacity to feel negative emotions remains in this realmâŠthough that is preferable.â
Preferable? How so? Right now, you can barely process what he is telling you. You are dead. Your companion is an angel. Your soul is in paradise, but not exactly.
After everything youâve been through, you were still deemed worthy of a place in Heaven.
âI am sorry.â
Capitanoâs voice brings you back to reality. He has never sounded more serious, emotional, repentant. And when you look upâŠ
Is he crying?
Most of his eyes remain open, focusing on you with a fervent stare. But others are downcast, as if unable to face you. And a few appear glossy, blinking back iridescent tears.
âI am truly sorry.â He bows his head in shame, wings folded. âWhat I did to you was cruel, an absolute injustice.â
You donât know which eyes to make contact with. âYouââ
âIt must have been painful,â he continues. âEven if I were to justify my actions, the truth lies in the fact that I tolerated your suffering for my own selfish desires. And that is why I ask not for your forgiveness, knowing I am the one at fault.â
Silence. In light of Capitanoâs confession, all you can do is stare at him and comprehend the weight of your situation. What exactly are you supposed to feel, knowing his betrayal? Knowing that regardless of your feelings, you have nowhere else to go in the afterlife?
Yet despite it all, your prayer came true. The two of you were able to meet again.
And that is what compels you to take a step forward, to come closer until you are standing in front of him. âHey, itâsâŠdonât cry.â
A delicate sensation blesses his wingsâyour hands carefully tracing his feathers to wipe away his tears. Several eyes widen in surprise, but all he can see in your gaze is sympathy.
âIâll admit, it was painful,â you tell him. âDying alone. But maybe itâsâŠbetter this way. If I survived, Iâd have to deal with the loss of my home. And who knows what kind of living hell the other Church wouldâve put me through?â
Above all, Capitano is the only person whose love you can believe in.
Hesitantly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. The next words to leave your lips are spoken with certainty, bringing fresh tears to his eyes.
âIâm sure it was an act of love on your part.â
His reaction is sudden, incurring your surprise. But all you can do is surrender to Capitanoâs embrace, allow his free arm to hold your waist and pull you closer to him. His wings wrap around you, caging you in soft feathers and eerie blue orbs.
âCapitano?â You can only look up at him, peering into the contents of his mask.
âŠItâs like staring into an abyss, a night sky dotted with twinkling blue stars. But in the absence of a human likeness, his words express what a face cannot.
âNever again,â he vows, âshall I allow harm to befall you. That is a promise.â
The hand on your waist moves upwards to caress your face. His touch is light, more hesitant than his previous gestures.
âYou need not serve God nor partake in fruitful labor like the other souls in Heaven. All I ask is that you rest, indulge yourself, enjoy this paradise to the fullest.â
A flower is pinned to his armor, right above his heart. You recognize it instantlyâa narcissus in full bloom, stained with your blood.
âIf you desire a flower, it shall grow at once. If there are any books you would like to read, they shall be brought to you shortly.â
What was the name of that variety again? Narcissus triandrus. Angelâs tears.
âIf you are in need of my presence, I shall appear before you, so long as I am not in the midst of battle. And should you ever desire the opposite, I can promise my distance.â
When Capitano looks into your eyes, all he can see is his own reflection. Whatever emotion colors your gaze, it casts his true image in a compassionate light.
âI shall do everything in my power to bring you joy for all of eternity. Such will be my penance.â
â...All right.â With that, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. He feels warm, comfortingly familiar. âIâll trust you on that.â
Rest in peace, ______.
Think not of your mortal body in the beginning stages of decay.
Think not of your tormentors who are paying for their sins in Hell.
Think only of eternity with your beloved savior.
âĄ
More Church AU here!! Dottore àč Arlecchino àč Pantalone
Note:: Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving other characters or dynamics who are not listed in my masterlist.
Aahhhh it's done....this idea turned out much heavier than expected, but I'm glad that I was able to write this!! I hope you all cried over enjoyed the story of Angel! Capitano and his damsel. They were truly a delight to write for~
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REQ !! :  Can I request capitano x childhood friend reader(((o(âĄÂŽâœ`âĄ)o))) if you can!Â
ON EARTH
Pairing !! : Capitano / Reader
Fic Type !! : Headcannons
CW !! : none !
Summary !! : What it's like to be childhood friends with him.
Notes !! : It wasn't specified whether it was romantic or platonic so I just went with the latter since they were childhood friends. ^^
⊠MASTERLIST
Being Capitanoâs childhood friend would mean that youâre the only one who gets to sides of him that others donât since youâre the only one whoâs actually close to him.Â
He probably doesnât bring you to harbinger meetings as often since he likes to keep his personal life and work life separate
But on the rare occasion that he does bring you, some of them are curious about you, especially Childe
He wonders if you can fight (he wants to fight you)Â
Capitano doesnât let him close to you though trust, he wants to protect the only person close to him
How you became friends would probably have had to go in two ways
One : You just approached him despite him being quiet/reserved most of the time and just stuck with him
Or Two : He didnât mind your presence and decided to keep you around because he liked how you made him feelÂ
On top of him being fond of you, heâs also a bit (a lot) protective of you
Because youâve been friends with him since childhood, he doesnât want any harm to befall you so he goes to great lengths to make sure youâre safe
He probably lets you take training lessons from him if you ask for it, but even if you donât know/want to fight, heâs probably stationing fatui soldiers wherever you live in Snezhnaya
Like I said, heâs not talkative bcs of his reserved/observant personalityÂ
But he is with you
He probably doesnât talk about his work things but he does prompt you to talk about your interests bcs they interest him & heâs invested in your normal life
Will def ask about your day and wants all the details no matter how mundane you think it is
You definitely have inside jokes with him, as any good friendships wouldÂ
His laugh is rare but its warm
On that note, he only laughs around you
Overall heâs one of the best childhood friends ever
In which Capitano realizes that he is simply a fool in love
Character(s) Included: Capitano
Knight AU, Knight!Capitano and Royal!Reader, slight fluff to angst, possible one-sided love/unrequited love, hurt and only slight comfort (if you squint really closely)
Regal, elegant, refined. It is almost comical to the knight who has witnessed all your clumsy moments behind closed doors.
Gone were the times of youthful adventures and endless mischief. From sneaking into the nearby village and avoiding supplementary lessons to facing the reprimanding of exasperated tutors, Capitano and you were inseparable since the day the king assigned the former as your personal guard.
To be honest, it was quite the feat to have Capitano even entertaining the idea of skirting duties. A young boy then, temptation was easier when you spun a tale of needing to run errands and that it was more training to prepare him for the many dangers youâll both face in your later years. Yes, thatâs how it would always go. You, with a cunning tongue, taking advantage of that growing need to uphold justice and to become the epitome of a true knight was a rather common sight then. Something that also turned into a small prickly thorn as Capitano and you matured. And, the only memories in which Capitano knew more than to be disciplined and how to simply be nothing more than a young boy indulging in childish curiosities.
Fleeting days of joy have ended for both you and Capitano have grown into your respective roles upon coming of age. A poised royal diligent in their studies, committing to their promise for prosperity and wielding their intellect for sake of security. And Capitano, an honorable and just man who became your most trusted knightâunyielding against the daring few who swore to harm the crown and the astute voice you needed when guidance of others was nothing more than false reverence. That is what you and Capitano were. A royal and a knightâbound by the strings of fate and duty to your roles.
Still, Capitano was but a man. And a man he was, coming to the realization that his heart too can yearn for another.
Itâs in the way that the feather quill swiftly glides across the parchment in front of you that day. Jet black ink sealing away your future that had long been decided before either of you could comprehend it as a possibility. For duty and for honor, he would have said in moments of doubt and hesitation. It is but a necessary move to protect all those that you cherish ever so much.
And yet, itâs the almost inaudible sigh that has him second guessing himself. Then again, perhaps it is no longer impossible to pretend that he isnât a fool for believing that fate would give him one small chance. How could he do such a thing when his throat was constricting? Every objection to this arrangement died like a candle reaching the end of its wick. Every letter received and sent was another dagger to his armored heart. Fury, frustration, guilt; a well of emotions dragged him down to the depths below.
The fateful day eventually reared its ugly head around the corner. All preparations were finished ahead of time and it was Capitano who was selected to escort you to be received by the neighboring kingdom so that the ceremony can finally commence. It made perfect sense for why Capitano was chosen. Having been there through thick and thin, growing into the fine knight that he is as you an empathetic and respected ruler, encouraging you that what you are doing is only right despite his clenched fists. Constantly reassuring you that you are more than prepared even though he was not ready to accept a cruel reality.
It made perfect sense. To everyone but Capitano as he stood at the gate, silently toying with the idea of asking you to run away with him. With each step forward, the regret became more suffocating. So much so that all Capitano could focus on was the increasing distance between you and him. Armor too heavy, throat too parched, mind far too distracted. How long would he have to endure this?
âThis is Capitano. Knight Commander and my most trusted guard,â your voiced echoed.
Capitano remained silent, regarding the soon-to-be-king with respect that was expected of him. The man was loyal through and through to the sword wedged in his heart he so readily handed over and all he could do was peer up at the wielder at the endâyouâwho he swore to when he bent the knee that fateful day.
He could only nod in the end, bowing his head and biting his tongue to save the remnants of his heart. He was but a sword at the end of the day. Hardened and shaped to cast aside what distracts him. Merely a knight commander who so happened to have grown up alongside you and has been the shoulder you weeped on in times of need. An extension of the crown and soon-to-be the other man who would stand by your side once the marriage takes place. It was selfish of him to think that heâd escape his role so easily with just a few words. He knew it from the day he walked into that long corridor alongside the former commander, all but naive to the image he had to uphold. He was a knight commander. A swordsman who so happened to have the right tact to earn his spot and acknowledgement from the crown.
The Tsaritsa is the archon of love, so when she notices and feels that the love lives of her Harbingers arenât going too well, she has to interfere.
female reader, hurt/comfort, the harbingers are all friends; Pierro and Capitano. - pt2
Pierro
Being the Tsaritsaâs righthand and her first Harbinger was a stressful job. He was hardly at her side despite being her righthand but the moment she needed something done, the first person sheâll go to is him.
The Tsaritsa also hardly shows her face in public, so if there is any event she ever plans for the Fatui, whether it be a gala, ball or anything- sheâll make Pierro go to talk, even though SHEâS the one who hosted it.
Well, sometimes sheâs there, lurking. No one actually knows itâs her since she chooses to stay hidden.
She decides to hold an eventful masquerade ball one night to celebrate the success of her Harbinhers. Itâs one that she of course probably wonât even be going to and Pierro must go on her behalf.
Despite being his lover of many years, aka HIS WIFE, he has never once let you come to one of these and just says youâll be bored out of your mind.
But a MASQUERADE BALL?! HELD BY THE QUEEN?! You had to go. This was your dream.
You begged for DAYS and he was so sick of it that he was forced to say yes.
Only for him to completely leave your side the moment you get there. At first, you thought that maybe it was just because he had a job to do, but throughout the night, he did not even spare you one glance.
You were standing off to the side, downing your 5th glass of champagne youâve been stealing from the trays.
You felt upset, honestly. This was your first ever ball with him, one that you prepared for in terms of elegance and manners. You even made your own dress! It was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS and it matched your mask and yet he didnât even say anything.
You watched as he spoke to the Harbingers and important figures in Snezhnaya; they all laughed, smiled and showed off their guests, lovers or whoever they brought and you were practically discarded.
He acted like he had no lover tonight, and It made you wonder if his coworkers even knew he had a wife. Did he ever talk about you? Do they ever wonder why youâre never at the events? Do they even know your name?!
You struggled to listen in to their conversation, only being able to hear if one of them spoke loudly or the room went somewhat quieter.
You heard one speak a bit loud; the mayor of Snezhnaya.
âMy Jester, Iâve never once seen you attend these with a guest. Why is that?â
The next voice was quiet, but you knew your husbands voice.
âI simply donât have anyone to bring.â
You almost dropped your 6th glass of champagne, and if you did drop it, it wouldâve broken just like your heart just did.
Married for YEARS yet they donât even know who you are.
You waited for another waiter to walk by and slammed your glass down onto the tray, deciding you couldnât stay in this ballroom anymore.
Walking around, you found doors that led out to a balcony and was thankful there was no one on it as you rushed to it.
The doors werenât open wide so no one would see you out on there, thankfully. You took off your mask, letting your tears flow as you quietly sobbed, ignoring the cold hitting any bare skin.
On these nights, the Tsaritsa always seemed to calm down the weather. There was no harsh snow or rain, but that didnât mean it wasnât still cold- if anything, this was almost warm.
You leaned against the railing, your hot tears melting through any remaining snow left on it.
Shivering, you couldnât go back inside- your mascara was probably smudged by now and you didnât want to look at your husband.
You were thinking of ways to try to leave the ball without your husband noticing but in full honesty, he probably didnât even notice you were gone right now.
You didnât even hear the clacks of high heels until you felt something drape over your shoulders and you almost yelped out of surprise.
It was a coat; a long, fluffy one at that. You looked to your side to see youâd been joined by another woman.
Her skin was as pale as the snow, her hair long, flowy and honestly you couldâve sworn it was glowing. Her eyes were as sharp as ice yet as soft as snow.
Her dress was white, with laces of icy blue and sapphires adorned; the same with her mask.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen anyone hide out on a balcony during any of these.â She almost laughed, âToo cold.â
You wondered how she wasnât cold; sheâd given you her jacket, and her arms were bare yet she seemed perfectly fine as she leaned across the railing.
She even dared to jump up on it, sitting down as if there wasnât a huge risk she could fall off with one gust of strong wind.
That made you noticed there were no harsh winds tonight.
âWhatâs wrong, dear?â She asked, ever so softly as she took in the sight of your tears.
âJust my husband,â you scoffed, moving a hand up to wipe them. You didnât know why you were exposing this to a complete stranger yet there was just something about her that seemed like it was right to do so.
She hummed, then chuckled. âLove; such a beautiful yet painful feeling. Glad Iâve had my fair share with it.â
âYouâve been in love before?â You asked, genuinely interested in this random womanâs life.
âMany, many times.â She leaned back a bit, holding onto the railing as she looked up to the sky with a sad smile, watching the northern lights dance.
âWhich makes it necessary that I must help people in love.â She looked back down to you, âif you so wish to speak.â
You sighed, wrapping the coat around you closer as you shivered. âIâve been married to my husband for years, yet it feels like nothing. He has a stressful job- he works for her majesty, so I never ever complain about his absence. Yet tonight, he completely disregarded the fact of my existence and, even his own coworkers donât know I exist! He wonât introduce me! Am I truly his wife if he canât even act as my husband?!â You just groaned, looking up at the lights just as she did before.
She took in your words, nodding at every angry or frustrated rant within. After a minute, she spoke.
âHave you ever thought he doesnât introduce you because of his coworkers?â
You looked down, turning to her confused yet encouraging her to continue, intruiged.
âThe HarbingersâŠas loyal as they may be, some are rather dangerous, reckless and if I dare say myself, absolutely weird.â
You cackled. There was no way this random lady was dissing THE TSARITSAâS HARINGERS. âDo you truly have no fear?!â
She just laughed as well, hopping off the railing to now stand beside you. âI speak the truth. Maybe take that into consideration; perhaps, even though he is the first harbinger and can definitely take on all of them if any dared to touch you-â
You broke out into laughter again.
â-maybe think itâs to protect you from them. His actions tonight are not to be forgotten, and I assure you that soon he will realize his wrong and all will be will.â
You took in her words, looking back up to the sky. Well, she wasnât wrong; he was the first harbinger, and even though he is insanely powerful, that didnât mean the others werenât.
Maybe he was trying to protect you, but that didnât defend his actions.
You turned to thank the woman, but was met with nothing. She was gone- you didnât even hear her leave!
Then that reminded you- how the hell did she know he was the first harbinger?! You only mentioned she worked for him.
You still had her coat and you walked towards the doors to head back inside, hoping to find her but she was nowhere near.
You just sighed, choosing to sit on the bench at the side of the balcony. Wrapping the coat around you.
It was large, insanely large- the type of coat that would honestly fit the size of your husbandâŠ.
You took a closer look at the coat, only to notice the Fatui emblem.
Who the hell was this woman?!
~~
âAnd then I told that stupid fennec green-haired bastard- OH MY ARCHONS!â Dottore stopped his story when he noticed the sudden presence of his archon and every other harbinger within the circle yelped.
âThis is a first.â Capitano muttered, no one knowing if he was surprised or not under that mask.
They all tried to bow but she out her hands out. âNono! No one knows Iâm here other than you all so do not make a scene!â She whisper-yelled and they all immediately straightened themselves.
âPierro,â She turned to him,
âYes, your majesty?â He bowed his head,
âMay we take a walk?â She asked, putting her arm out.
He nodded, wrapping his arm around hers. âContinue your story, dottore.â She called before she and the first harbinger walked around the ballroom.
âYour wife looks gorgeous tonight.â She said once they were out of earshot.
He looked at her with shock. âHow did you-?â
âPierro,â she sighed, coming to a halt. âYou have been at my side for 500 years. You are my best friend but I am also your Archon; nothing gets past me, and as the God of Love it is my duty to tell you that your wife is heartbroken at your actions tonight and iâd advise for you to speak to her!â
During this; she somehow pushed him all the way to the doors and at her final words, she pushed him out onto the balcony, the warmth of the ballroom now gone.
He looked around and found your tear-stained face on the bench and he sighed, sitting beside you.
âYou look adorable in that,â He laughed at HIS coat on you.
âWould you like to meet my coworkers, darling? I donât want you to put this gorgeous dress to waste.â
Capitano
The fourth harbinger hardly ever talks. At meetings, he speaks a total of four words. There are very few Harbingers he will speak too and the only ones he actually talks to more than anyone else is Pierro, Dottore and Signora.
Just because you are his wife does not mean this excludes you.
The Tsaritsa had put both you and him down for an arranged marriage just a few months ago. Her reasoning- told through Pierro- being that Capitano seriously needs someone in his life and sheâd rather it be someone who talks a lot- aka you.
You never met the Tsaritsa, but you worked for the Harbingers as a secretary so even before your arranged marriage youâve had your fair share with all of them.
The Tsaritsa HOPED that maybe at meetings and gatherings capitano would finally talk more after marrying you and yet he remained as quiet as usual according to Pierro and she was gonna lose her shit.
Now, in the privacy of your home with him, he is more comfortable with you than the others. Heâs shown you his face, but in truth the only reason being because he doesnât want to sleep with it on and you literally sleep with him soâŠ
He talks a bit more; he says good morning, good afternoon, good night..
YeahâŠ
At first you were fine with it; it was better than when you were just his secretary and heâd leave work on your desk with a note saying âhave done by today. thanks :)â
It was cute you wouldnât lie. you just wished he showed that little emotion on the note in real life.
It was nice having someone to constantly talk to and yap to; he always listened in with such focus, and would nod to show he was listening and interested.
But after doing that for months it just gets so tiring to the point itâs just depressing.
You may be married to him now but that didnât mean your job was gone, so you were still at work with him. Sometimes it would be in his office or in someone elseâs if they need help.
One day, at work on your break, you found all the Harbingers into the lounge.
âY/N!â Childe laughed. âOur favourite- come sit with us!â
You shook your head. âI couldnât impose, my lord. I was just taking my break.â
âNonsense,â Signora waved her hand, shaking her head. âTake your break with us.â
Choosing to sit with all of them, you noticed Capitano wasnât there- as per usual.
As you sat with them and they talked about their lives and missions, theyâd ask you a few questions about Capitano. At first, it was simple questions about your marriage thay were deemed common sense which youâd answer yes to, but then it went into questions about him, which is when it got humiliating.
Theyâd ask about where he was from, what did he like to do in his pastime, why does he hardly talk, whatâs his favourite food, drink, how does he like his tea, what are his next missions-
All you could not answer, and instead of you, his own wife answering, Pierro did.
You excused yourself when you realized that was absolutely humiliating. How could you, his wife of several months- close to a year now!- not know anything about him yet his BOSS, knew everything?!
When you left, Pierro noticed everything at that moment, and decided he NEEDED to bring this up with the Archon of Love, but letâs be real.
She already knew, and was trying to figure out ways to fix this; âWe need Pantalone and Childe for this. Theyâre handsome, touchy, flirty and perfect.â
The next day, youâre confused when Pantalone and Childe are suddenly bothering you with everything; Yes, usually theyâre asking you to help with paperwork but today was differentâŠ
It started in the morning when Childe came up to you asking you to spar with him. Heâs only ever asked once, and he literally almost killed you that time. You were strong, but you had no vision and he was a literal harbinger.
He promised heâd go easy, and the sparring session lasted for about 30 minutes. By the end of it, you were completely sweaty and your hair was a mess- he apologized and offered to take you out for lunch
You accepted but decided to at least go put your stuff in your husbands office before you left.
Capitano is a little confused when you walk in absolutely drenched of sweat but just decides youâll probably talk about it tonight when youâre both laying in bed and continues to work on a few papers.
âApologies,â You let out a breathy laugh, putting down any bags you brought to work that morning. âI just finished sparring with Childe, and heâs taking me out for lunch. Iâll be back later.â
He doesnât say anything and you just sigh, already knowing not to expect anything.
From the top of the castle, Pierro and The Tsaritsa watch as you and Childe run away from the castle, clutching onto your coats for dear life from the harsh, cold wind.
âSo, whatâs the plan here?â He asked, âPardon my forwardness but I truly am confused.â
She just grinned. âWell, first I asked that Childe were to spar with her and take her out to lunch, which I truly hope makes Capitano the slightest bit jealous. Then upon her return, Pantalone will magically return from the gardens with a rose and give it to her and sheâll go back to her office and tell Capitano about her day and heâll realize and get jealous and fuck her.â
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âI did not need to know that last part. And if that doesnât work?â
âA god always has another plan.â
You and Childe are at lunch for about 2 hours; really it wouldâve been shorter but you and Childe were BOTH insane talkers so naturally you were there for a long time.
Returning to the castle, Pantalone was seen emerging from the gardens holding a few roses and Childe, for some reason, took that as his queue to wish you his goodbyes and hurry away.
âGood afternoon, Lord Pantalone.â You bowed and he just chuckled.
âNo need for pleasantries, Y/N. Here,â He handed you a rose and your eyes were full of surprise as you took it.
You became rather flustered, beginning to stutter. âO-oh, thank you! Itâs beautiful.â
âJust for a beautiful girl like you.â He winked and you giggled.
âIâll be off to give these to Signora. Have a lovely day, Y/N.â He smiled before making his way down the hall, and in seconds he was gone.
You stared down at the rose, feeling giddy. Youâd never even received flowers- not even when you got married! Your wedding day wasnât really even a wedding, instead Pierro officially declaring for you two to be wed and well, that was it.
You practically skipped back to your office, ready to tell your husband all about your day.
~~
âSo this morning I got here and the MOMENT I did Childe magically found me and asked me if I wanted to spar! and I was like hesitant because the last time we sparred he like literally almost killed me but he promised heâd go easy on me and he sortaaaa didnât so he decided heâd take me out to lunch and we were there for like 2 hours just talking and he was so king enough to pay for both! then we got back and Pantalone gave me a rose and he did so with such a sweet compliment! Isnât that sweet?â
Your husband was not phased by your sudden burst and continued to work, just nodding at everything every few seconds.
âThatâs nice.â He murmured, continuing to work- seriously what the hell was he working on for so long?!
You frowned, expecting a little bit more, but at this point it was stupid to expect something from him that now you were a little angry but mostly sad.
You glanced at the rose you had put down in a vase within the room and sighed. âDo you really not care? Are you seriously not jealous?â
His movements paused.
âLike, a man literally just took me out to lunch for 2 hours and practically spent the first half of the day with me, and then another man gives me a rose and tells me Iâm as beautiful as it is and you donât say anything?! I know this is just an arranged marriage but- but I wouldâve thought thatâŠmaybe you loved me as much as I love you.â
You waited for him to say something, expecting just anything, but thatâs the thing with expecting-
Youâre met with nothing.
Sighing, you bowed down to him. âMyâŠapologies for overlooking this marriageâŠmy lord. Iâll return to work.â You grimaced acknowledging him so formally, but maybe that was for the best.
You turned around, rushing out of the room before he could say anything, but mostly so he wouldnât see your tears threatening to pour out.
When the door closed behind you, you let the tears fall as you ran through the dark halls of the castle, trying to find anywhere to hide in.
You made your way to the lounge, happy it was empty as you took a seat on the comfy couch, dragging a hand down your face while also wiping your tears.
Archons, how would you even return home to him tonight? It would be absolutely awkward to have to lay in bed beside him after that outburst.
For the first time, you dreaded having to return home. You loved the warmth he brought whenever you two lay beside each other, and it was even better when he held you.
That made you cry more- how could someone as distant as him, be so soft towards you and hold you when he doesnât even love you?!
âYou know when I heard you and Capitano were getting married I was like- no way.â
You jumped at the sudden voice and somehow, you hadnât even noticed Signora was sitting beside you and you yelped as you quickly stood up, bowing down.
âM-my lady! Iâm so sorry I was just lea-â
âYouâre not going anywhere.â She shook her head, patting her hand down on the seat you were just on.
You sighed, realizing you genuinely couldnât disobey her and sat beside her. You took in her words, âyou werenât the only one; everyone else was shocked.â
âDo you ever think the Tsaritsa was wrong in her choice?â she asked.
You frowned. âIn full honesty, I trust her majesty, but maybe this was something she didnât look into with all her might. It justâŠdoesnât seem to be working out.â
Signora leaned back into the couch, deciding to get comfy and you took that as a sign to do the same. âHave I ever told you about my lover?â
You shook your head.
âGod, 500 years ago. A bit more, actually. He was handsome, amazing, annoying- he honestly reminded me a bit of Capitano. Sure he talked a bit more but I was the talker in our relationship. However, then the cataclysm happened andâŠlook at me now.â
You frowned, looking at her sadly. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay.â She smiled sadly, âNo matter how much they donât talk or how much they donât seem to focus on you or anything, take into consideration that theyâre willing to be there. Itâs difficult, to find love especially in so many circumstances, but love is everywhere. I see it with you two, and I know. I know you two can make it.â
You glanced down at her lap to find a rose.
You looked back up at her. âWhat should I do?â
âForce him to talk.â She laughed. âA man as big as him also has a big heart. Seriously, cry In front of him and heâll become puddy and do everything for you. He made a child cry once and he almost cried.â
You both broke out into fits of giggles, you trying to imagine that and her remembering it.
âThank you.â You smiled at her, âPermission to-â
âJust go,â She waved her hand, rolling her eyes. âYou donât need my permission.â
With one final smile, you quickly got up, rushing to make your way back to his office and force him to talk.
Emerging from behind a wall was the Tsaritsa, who stood behind her friend. âHow was it?â
âTheyâre so fucking.â Signora grinned.
~~
You opened the door to his office, but was met with him standing right in front of it, hand hovering in the air.
You practiced what you were going to say to him, but now having him standing right in front of you- literally towering over you- you had no idea what to say.
However, he out his hands up to his helmet, forcing it off and just throwing it to the side and you were met with his glossy eyes.
âIâm sorry,â He sniffed, moving his fingers up to rub at his eyes. âI love your rambles- archons I live for them. Every morning when I wake up, I canât wait to to hear you talk about what your so excited for throughout the day and at night, I canât wait to hear how your day was. I love you, my dear. I know I donâtâŠexpress it much, but I do. So much.â
Tears started to well up in your eyes once again. âCapâŠâ
âIâll prove it to you.â He breathed out, a hand making its way to cup your cheek to wipe away a falling rear before he leaned down, connecting his lips with yours so passionately, but most importantly, it was full of love.
He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue in and you let out a whimper as your knees buckled, and he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you up right before he decided to just pick you up and you yelped, breaking the kiss as he carried you over to his desk, pushing everything off and ignoring the sound of the vase with the rose breaking- instead he smiled at it.
Down the hall, Pantalone, Childe, Pierro, Signora and the Tsaritsa were all grinning.
âThey are one hundred percent fucking.â Childe laughed as they all high-fived each other- expect Pierro, who just walked away with a sigh.
Hii, i saw u were writing for Capitano so could I request Capitano x gn!reader who's always so confident and prideful all the time when it comes to talking, fighting, etc but when it comes to simple stuff like a compliment or praise they get all shy and stuff,
ty and always remember to take your time with your work!! :3
Capitano x unexpectedly shy reader:
A/N: You guys really love him, cause there is another request for him in my inbox, but hey, I'm not complaining. I adore this man, too.
CW: war and conflict being mentioned, but otherwise fluff. Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm making this while basically half asleep.
You were one of his most generals. You were confident and strategically, from the way you carried yourself and the way you fought. Eventually, you became his confidant, and you were told about all his plans. You both talked more. The way you both talked with one another, Capitano thought your confidence would carry. But no, you were infected the opposite. Everything he got even slightly flirtatious, you would become extremely flustered, blushing, stuttering, and avoiding eye contact. He continued to think that perhaps the more you both got to know each other, the more you would regain your confidence. But you infact got even worse. You became extremely bashful any time he would compliment you. He just saw your behavior as absolutely adorable. Though he has to be extremely careful with complimenting you during battle. He goes out of his way to make you bashful. He loves complimenting you while peppering your face with kisses.
He loves how confidently you talk and articulate yourself. Your witty remarks, the smiles you have when you win fights. He loves sparring with you and analyzing your tactics. I also think he'd love showing you how to use different weapons so you're well versed in many things. Although you are exceptional on the fields, he also likes challenging strategic games like chess so he can see how good you are at strategy. After these types of sessions, he definitely compliments you to see you flustered. He overall just adores every aspect of you.
Hii, i saw u were writing for Capitano so could I request Capitano x gn!reader who's always so confident and prideful all the time when it comes to talking, fighting, etc but when it comes to simple stuff like a compliment or praise they get all shy and stuff,
ty and always remember to take your time with your work!! :3
Capitano x unexpectedly shy reader:
A/N: You guys really love him, cause there is another request for him in my inbox, but hey, I'm not complaining. I adore this man, too.
CW: war and conflict being mentioned, but otherwise fluff. Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm making this while basically half asleep.
You were one of his most generals. You were confident and strategically, from the way you carried yourself and the way you fought. Eventually, you became his confidant, and you were told about all his plans. You both talked more. The way you both talked with one another, Capitano thought your confidence would carry. But no, you were infected the opposite. Everything he got even slightly flirtatious, you would become extremely flustered, blushing, stuttering, and avoiding eye contact. He continued to think that perhaps the more you both got to know each other, the more you would regain your confidence. But you infact got even worse. You became extremely bashful any time he would compliment you. He just saw your behavior as absolutely adorable. Though he has to be extremely careful with complimenting you during battle. He goes out of his way to make you bashful. He loves complimenting you while peppering your face with kisses.
He loves how confidently you talk and articulate yourself. Your witty remarks, the smiles you have when you win fights. He loves sparring with you and analyzing your tactics. I also think he'd love showing you how to use different weapons so you're well versed in many things. Although you are exceptional on the fields, he also likes challenging strategic games like chess so he can see how good you are at strategy. After these types of sessions, he definitely compliments you to see you flustered. He overall just adores every aspect of you.
Both the parts for people finding out we're dating the characters are so good! Can I please request you to include Wriothesley in the next part if you're writing it?
how people find out youâre dating them
Wriothesley, Capitano
Wriothesley
ONCE AGAIN THESE GODDAMN MELUSINES
Most specifically SIGEWINNE.
sheâs such a cutie patootie. you just wanna eat her up whenever you see her! Sigewinne, the adorableness she is, is not the smartest.
Whenever you come down so often to come visit Wriothesely, she comments on how you are such a good friend to always keep him company! and you just canât bear to explain to her that is not the case!
This goes on for A MONTH. A GODDAMN MONTH and she has not figured it out.
Even when she bursts into his office to find you maybe massaging his back, arms, hugging him, holding him- she is completely OBLIVIOUS to the point Wriothesly wants to test out kissing you in front of her.
However, her obliviousness comes to a stop one day and for the stupidest yet funniest reason;
Heâs not drinking his tea.
Sheâs shocked. Like jaw dropped, absolutely still shocked. Sheâs constantly trying to get him to drink or EAT anything other than tea so when she sees him with a MILKSHAKE?! A FUCKING MILKSHAKE.
Sheâs ready to lose her shit.âšand then she sees YOU with the opposite flavour milkshake and she immediately knows and screams it out for the ENTIRE prison to hear.
A prisoner comes in injured; âHave you heard Wriothesly and Y/N are together?!â
On her next vacation, sheâs running to Neuvillette, Furina, Clorinde- EVERYONE.
Well, it was a month of peace.
Capitano
Itâs funny because he genuinely isnât even trying to hide it from the Harbingers.
He doesnât not tell them because heâs worried for your safety- heâs the fourth fucking harbinger he will GLADLY beat anyoneâs ass for you even if it means itâs his own coworkers.
The man just doesnât talk. Thatâs literally why no one knows. Like yeah, heâll murmur a few words every now and then but like, he doesnât see a reason in bringing something up if someone doesnât mention anything related so he stays quiet.
He does talk a bit more though, and heâs willing to actually sit with the harbingers whenever they sometimes hang out.
Itâs weirding them out.
The weirdest thing though,
WEIRDEST.
Is when he speaks to Childe.
Even Childe is absolutely shocked- like what do you mean the guy heâs been like practically simping over fight wise is actually soeaking to him?!?!!!
They have to ask Pierro if heâs sick, and even Pierro doesnât know and Pierro is the ONLY one capitano talks.
They literally find out from YOU.
You walked into the castle once, being escorted by a guard who is quick to leave once heâs finally let you reach the insides of the castle.
âSorry to disturb,â You spoke nervously, somehow ending up in some sort of lounge room with the Harbingers. âIâve brought lunch for myâŠboyfriend? Uh, Capitano? Do you know where I could find him?â
âYeah, down the hall, first room on the left.â Arlecchino murmurs, reading through the latest Snezhnaya newspapers.
You smile at her, although she doesnât see and everyone just returns back to normal.
Until they all realize WHO the hell are you and BOYFRIEND?!?
They all give each other a look before they are RUNNING to you, ready to ask questions and capitano is shocked when suddenly all the Harbingers are in his office and he knew he wouldnât be able to stop them from questioning you on everything.
He likes the way you laugh at them all- itâs cute. He should bring you more often.
cw. slight yandere? dark fantasy au inspired by this fanart. capitano mm đŒđŒ
You find him at the foot of the staircase.
Crimson drips onto floors of black hewn stone, pooled in a steady stream that pours from a strewn pile of bodies left in his wake, rays of faded light pouring through the shattered windows, illuminating the slaughter upon the silvery edges of his blade â illuminating the path he has taken to get here, to you.
To hear you breathe the name of your saviour, your knight in shining armour.
âCapitano.â
Your eyes light up, a rare thing found in an eternal night, itself a faint flicker of starlight amongst the black heavens â the last fragments of the divine which had long abandoned these lands.
Truly it is no world for you, these confines of hell where faithless eyes have scorned the divine, with twisted creatures that snatch up scraps of lifeblood for their own embittered survival. There is no god to turn to, only mere beasts hungering for its essence â theyâll rip it from your face and devour you whole.
They had almost taken you then.
Almost.
Perhaps Capitano is no different from such beasts in fighting tooth and nail for survival. There is blood beneath his nails, and withered life in the palm of his hands, ingrained in the nature of every crude being beneath this black mantle. There are thousands of deaths by his hands, blood rusting the greatsword by his side, slaughtering his way through the levels of hell itself for a piece of you.
As swathed in the crown of both the mundane and divine, your existence is effervescent, angelic almost, against his bloodstained belief. You have not yet been defiled, met with the horrors of this world, in those who would sully and clip the wings of an innocent dove.
âYou are not hurt, are you?â He murmurs, his gloved hand lifting your chin, brushing back your hair.
You blink, shaking your head. Heâs careful, allowing only the lightest of touches upon your skin, with these same hands that are capable of devastation. You are but vulnerable in comparison, easily breakable beneath him â and truly, what would it take? A mere word? Or just his bare hands?
He could be the one to do it â you, this divine creature who has placed all belief in him in holding any inclination to that of honour, made to realise a world where all pretence of virtue and heavenly gifts of goodness have all but dissipated in the streams of blood that drench the earth.
But he is not so cruel to do so, to tarnish this beauty he holds at his fingertips.
He wonders, would you crack? Your skin is like porcelain beneath his callused digits, easily smudged with blood and made to crumble, the glittering rhinestones of your eyes losing its lustre until you are no more than an empty carcass for the crows, no different from every other broken soul that has lost its way. For even the most beautiful flowers, once wilted, will never be the same.
He does not intend to let that happen. You are his to treasure, the singular being in this world that has not been tainted by sin. They are his reprisals to bear in your name among this circle of death â you draped in white, eyes closed to a world which has drowned in blood, where lives are cut from undead bodies until he stands as the sole victor amid this circle.
âShall we go then?â He extends a hand towards your ethereal figure, stepping out from the carnage and into the light.
You oblige, eyes fluttering shut, allowing him to scoop you up from the ground, carrying you in his arms as he walks through the path he has carved.
It is no pretty victory, but alas, nothing fought in this world is ever clean. There is filth upon his blade from hacking and slashing â none of these deaths are clean, he silently observes from the disfigured bodies as he walks past.
sum: you refuse to eat. capitano makes sure you do.
wc: 966
warnings: probably OOC capitano
a/n: the capitano brainworms are going crazy
likes & reblogs are appreciated :)
âA monster like you doesnât know love.â Your words are cold and biting, the hatred in your eyes burning. Capitano pays you no mind as the two of you walk to the dining room, maids and guards at every door in between. He knows youâre trying to provoke him.
On the table lies a wonderful selection of dishes, the delicious aroma wafting through the air. No words are exchanged as you sit at the opposite side of him, and he makes no move to eat. Instead, he leans backwards in the chair and clasps his clawed hands together, as if asking you to. You know heâs trying to provoke you.
You refuse to make the first move. Even as your stomach growls, even as your throat thirsts, youâre adamant about winning this imaginary fight.
The clock ticks as each second passes by, the shuffling of shoes the only accompanying noise. The food has grown cold, youâre sure.
Capitano doesnât seem to be provoked in the slightest. He looks all too happy to sit there for hours on end, watching your refusal of sustenance. Between the two of you, he knows heâll win this fight; after all, youâre just a hungry little rabbit trying to intimidate a wolf.
âEat, dearest.â He finally speaks, shivers running down your spine. You canât see his face let alone his eyes, but you know heâs staring you down.
âI refuse.â You will yourself to continue this rebellion, knowing full well that if there is anything a military captain hates, it is that. However, he doesnât make any visible indications of displeasure or frustration, only the same icy indifference.
âIs that so?â He hums, and you think itâs quite a horrible sound. All of a sudden, your heart starts pounding and you have an urge, a very strong urge, to run away, to hide, to save yourself. Your fears are given a reason when the once lax man stands, his chair screeching against the floor as he drags it over to your side.
âW-what are you doing?â The stutter in your voice is unavoidable when a monster like him is sitting mere centimeters away from you, and even though youâre trying to quietly move away you find yourself trapped in his presence.
âMerely performing my husbandly duties.â Before you can react, his arm shoots out to grab your jaw, trapping you in his grasp. Perhaps he is unaware of his strength, or perhaps heâs doing it with intention, whatever the reason may be it doesnât change the fact that youâre sure a bruise will form.
With a leg, he pushes your seat to face him, and locks your legs between his own. His grip has yet to falter, and youâre starting to think that when he does eventually let go (because he has to, right?), youâll be wearing the shape of his hand for a few days.
With his free hand, he takes the spoon and scoops up some of the food, and brings it to your lips. Youâre forced to open, chew and swallow, a wordless threat hanging in the air.
âIf you insist on acting like an undisciplined mutt, then I shall treat you like one.â Is all he utters as he almost shoves another spoon into your mouth, and tears of humiliation start to form. Youâre vaguely aware of the guards stationed at the doors, of the maids and butlers roaming the mansion, but all you can do is pray for this to be over.
He is insistent on not giving you a moment to breathe as he forces spoon after spoon down your throat, and you can do nothing but let it happen to yourself because what can you do against a Fatui Harbinger? What can you do when faced with one of the strongest beings in Teyvat, except abide by his will?
An eternity has passed when he lets your face go. Youâre still trapped between his legs, the darkness of his mask staring at you. Blinking the remaining tears away, you turn away, refusing to look at him, especially not after how he just humiliated you.
âThereâs no need to be pouty, beloved.â His horrible, horrible voice calls out to you, and you vaguely feel his hands caressing your cheek. When he stands, his shadow envelops you, and you dread what he intends to do next.
Without warning, his arms slide under your knees and behind your back, and all of a sudden you find yourself in a bridal carry. It feels wrong, unrealistic even, to say that he is doing it gently; a monster like him doesnât know that word, let alone how to express it.
Capitano is silent as he brings you back to the bedroom heâs forced you to share with him, settling you on the begrudgingly soft bed almost delicately as if he wasnât just forcing food down your throat.
âYou say I donât know love.â He murmurs, a clawed finger resting idly on your cheek. The sharp tip traces unknown shapes lightly, careful not to dig too deep. You close your eyes and find yourself at a loss for words.
âPerhaps you think I have not the capacity for it.â He lays with you, helmet settled to the nightstand. You donât feel quite so safe.
âAnd maybe so. War is not a kind master, and neither am I a kind soldier. HoweverâŠâ The bed rustles quietly as he pulls you into his embrace, his warmth engulfing you like the start of a wildfire.
âIf the ache I feel when I am forced to part from you, if the yearning that nestles itself deep in my heart when I am apart from you, if the devotion I feel for you isnât love⊠tell me then, darling, what is?â
(I don't do requests often, so I read your rules like three times out of nervousness đ)
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 canât 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!! đŻïž
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 Snezhnayaâs biting cold.
Hollow crunches of your footsteps simply rang aloud in your years as your fatherâs words piled up in your mind. They were merely harmless, yet the intent behind your familyâs dismissal stung like a sharpened blade spearing into your chest. But of course, it wasnât 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 nationâs burrowing winter. They didnât 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 wasnât enough, their attitude was more than enough for you to have a strong urge to pray for the Tsaritsaâs 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 wasnât very engaged in the celebration. Each person would approach you, friendly smiles stretching their face as theyâd attempt to greet youâonly for it to be cut short by your parentsâ attention snapping to the guest stood before you, slicing the conversation short as theyâd 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.
â(Name). I think itâs about time you headed home.â 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. âThe ball is over anyway. Weâre only staying for extra drinks. Your mother and I will be out meeting some other relatives at the nearby restaurant.â
âFather, itâs too cold for me to walk back home. You know how-â
âOh, (Name). Youâll be fine. I raised you to be an independent woman. Youâll find the way home just fine.â
Pushing past your father, your mother pokes her shoulder out as well, casting you a glance as she chimes in to the conversation.
âHeâs right, dear. Go ahead and head home for the night. I trust youâll fare just fine without us accompanying you home.â
âMother, thatâs not what I-â
â(Name). Thatâs enough. You should head home. End of discussion.â
You knew you couldnât properly explain to them. Theyâd 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 shouldnât be too uncommon.
âSorry. Iâll be heading home now.â 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 manâs figure as you stood neatly frozen in place, the wind swaying his streaming hair while the harbinger looked down upon you.
âIs something the matter, maâam?â
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.
âI was just walking home..â
âYou seemed to be troubled, though.â
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 youâyet you couldnât tell due to the hollow blackness pitched into the carving of his mask. âYour name?â He hummed lowly, his body still enveloped by his large coat, and arms hidden under the sides of the thick pale silk.
â(Name).â You replied bluntly, clearing your throat and lowering your voice almost immediately after as to not give a rude impression. âYours?â
âIl Capitano.â
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 couldnât take your eyes off, and he didnât take long to notice you focused on the Fatui emblem at the corner of his harbinger coat. âFirst of the Fatui harbingers.â 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 didnât 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 properlyâmuch less walk in such bitter conditions.
âWhere are you off to so late, miss (Name)?â
âIâm just walking homeâŠitâs important family business.â
You immediately added that last part as an audible afterthought, not wanting to involve a harbinger in your personal affairs. Capitano wasnât 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 wasnât enshrouding the entire vicinity before the two of you and dimming your line of sight.
âDo you mind if I accompany you home?â
You blinked out of pure surprise. A harbinger? Walking you home? At first it was too much, you couldnât 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.
âNot at all, Sir Capitano.â
He shook his head, stepping forward as he beckoned you to catch up to him.
âNo need for formalities. Just Capitano is fine.â
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.
âMy home should be around there.â
Capitano simply nodded, shifting his path in the direction of your fingerâs 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 didnât 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.
âThank you, Capitano. I donât think I could have reached home quick enough before passing out on the streets..â
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.
âThe pleasure is all mine, Miss (Name).â He paused briefly, before adding once more. âIf youâre in any trouble that requires my assistance, donât feel afraid to call me.â 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.
âAh. Itâs nothing, Capitano. Itâs justâŠwe met under a few hours ago..â
âItâs not the time we knew each other thatâs the matter. Rather, itâs the fact that itâs obvious youâre clearly going through something, (Name). I donât mean to pry, I just want to do what is just for you. And I can tell youâre a good person.â
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: itâs 1 am and I have a quiz tomorrow morning LOLLL
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