Hiii :3333 just came in for a silly little request. Capitano reacting to reader calling him wife :3 no pressure! Have a good day ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
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summary : calling him your wife.
Capitano, with permission from the Tsaritsa, had taken you to Natlan with him to explore the culture before he was to begin his mission. Of course, the two of you had to keep a low profile, but you had a way of standing out in the most.. creative ways.
In the afternoon, Capitano had made reservations at a quaint, family owned restaurant. Capitano, being the most responsible husband he could be, had been giving you suggestions for a meal based on the research he had done on the establishment prior to the date ー only the best for his wife, he thinks as he lists the dishes he thinks you'll like most.
Despite the fact that you can't see it, he's smiling ever so slightly underneath the void of his mask. Yet when it comes time to order..
"Hello! Are you both ready to order?" The lovely waitress takes out a pen and notepad while you point to the menu and begin to order.
"Yes, I'd like a serving of four Tatacos," you point to the image displayed and your eyes flicker up to your husband before setting back down on the menu, "My wife, would like the Shrimp Bisque."
The waitress looks a little confused but quickly hides it, "Any drinks?"
"Two Gentle Sea Breeze Refreshers, that would be all!" You happily take the menu from your husband ー who seems to be speechless since he's said nothing since you began ordering ー and gave them back to the waitress who promised to come back shortly with your orders.
".. Wife?" he asks; You could hear his confusion and a twinge of bashfulness within his sentence.
Nonetheless, you smile. "Mhm! You're my pretty princess, the wifiest of wives if you will!"
In that moment, Capitano is at a loss for words; Frozen in place. Of course, he knew that your affections for him were so extreme and so endearing that sometimes they sounded.. strange, but nonetheless, you were his wife and so.. "Whatever makes you content, Dear."
"Are you trying not to laugh?" you ask him, a little surprised because he rarely laughs in public.
He raises a hand to where is mouth should be, "..No."
Despite the years of erosion his human body has gone through, clearly the years hadn't taken away the very human mannerisms that he possessed. "You are!" You smile happily and are almost compelled to go around the table and hug your 'wife'.
'Are not." He argues in futility. Still unable to hide his amusement from you.
"Are too!" you giggle, feeling the love you feel for him spread through every inch of your soul. Truly, it may have been a little stupid, but you were content with the way it made him laugh.
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note : sorry i got to this so late joonbug! TwT i hope you enjoyed nonetheless.
You're an assassin sent straight into the Fatui's grasp. Can you survive working alongside Capitano and Arlecchino and still save your homeland in this Choose Your Own Adventure?
Il Capitano, Arlecchino x Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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🎮interactive fanfic "Frost and Fervor" by Ymir_
📖 Episode 1 of ?
cw *ೃ༄ mentions/descriptions of depression, reader is depressed, mentions of self-harm, mentions of dark thoughts, let me know if I missed anything !
summary *ೃ༄ how capitano takes care of you when you feel at your worst.
note *ೃ༄ ive gotten about two requests back-to-back about (insert character) x depressed reader and i'm glad that you guys feel comfortable enough to allow me to write these pieces that comfort so many different people; remember to take care of yourself + get sunlight and drink lots of water, for we are nothing if not fragile plants hehe <3
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ᡣ𐭩 . . Capitano is all too familiar with the torment of the human mind, despite not being human anymore. He, who constantly hears the broken souls of his comrades, is no stranger to the perils of depression. He’s lost much in his life but despite this, He moves forward and focuses on his goals, not giving in to the darkness that surrounds him. Capitano doesn’t blame you for your troubles and instead seeks to take care of you, since that’s what you need most.
ᡣ𐭩 . . Capitano personally bathes you himself if you cannot bring yourself to emerge from the comfortable mattress of his king-sized bed. He makes sure to lather your skin in your favorite scents; Lavender, Vanilla, Cinnamon- whatever it is that you like most, you better believe he’ll have a body-scrub and lotion in those scents prepared just for you. It isn’t some sexual thing, but rather a moment of tenderness that transcends the typical intimacy between two beings who hold great affection for one another.
“Is this alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you.” because in his most tender moments, he is afraid of harming you, even if he treats you as if you were made of glass.
ᡣ𐭩 . . Capitano is nothing if not committed to the act of caring for you when your episodes get particularly bad. He understands if your appetite decreases but tries to eat together with you more often to aid in it. The man knows he can’t magically take it away —though he wishes he could— so he resorts to physically being there more than usual, hoping that his presence can comfort you even if it’s only for a moment.
ᡣ𐭩 . . If you tend to binge-eat when you’re depressed, he makes sure to prepare your most desired sweets; He’ll import anything from Mondstadt or Inazuma if it’d bring a soft smile to your face. However, Capitano still wants you to take care of yourself, so he doesn’t allow you to binge eat so often that it could be a damage to your overall wellbeing. Humans are fragile and he knows this from experience.
ᡣ𐭩 . . If it’s the seasonal type of depression, he’ll offer to take you with him on his expeditions to Natlan for the meantime; He knows it can get lonely in the wintry lands of Snezhnaya, where the estate is located, so he takes you with him and allows you to run freely among the warmth of the nation where the sun always shines and the nights are fresh instead of biting cold. He spends as much time as he can with you there; Taking you out to try Natlan’s various savoury dishes or admiring the local flora, whatever makes you happy and lifts the weight off of your shoulders.
ᡣ𐭩 . . However, if your episodes are more debilitating, he makes sure the housekeepers and attendants are more aware of your condition; The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt or hurt yourself. If you tend to self-harm to alleviate the stresses of your condition, he’s making sure there aren’t any sharp objects or other objects you could use to harm yourself. Capitano understands where you’re coming from, but the last thing he’d do is allow you to inflict such pain on yourself.
ᡣ𐭩 . . If you have scars from previous self-harming, Capitano handles it with care. He, too, has scars. The only difference is that the two of you got them as a result from fighting two different battles. Whereas he fought to save his people, you’re fighting to find a reason to keep breathing. He thinks you’re strong and he lets you know this when he whispers it into your ears at nightfall; When your limbs are entangled with one another and it’s only you and him, he kisses your scars and believes you to be a divine woman, regardless of the marks on your wrists, arms or thighs.
ᡣ𐭩 . . When you express the dark thoughts you often harbor at this time, he doesn’t ostracize you for it. Instead, he listens to you speak your mind. Dark thoughts surrounding yourself or others are met with acceptance; Capitano doesn’t make you feel guilty or as if you’re a burden —no, he only handles you with the utmost care and makes sure that others do the same. Anyone caught putting unnecessary pressure on you will have to deal with the consequences.
ᡣ𐭩 . . If you decide that you need to speak to a professional to get better, he is more than ready to provide you with a therapist. He checks up on you before and after your sessions to make sure that your therapist is treating you well and that you’re walking slowly towards your goals.
ᡣ𐭩 . . He understands if all you want to do is lay with him in bed; Capitano wouldn’t mind taking a few days off and the Tsaritsa is more than happy to let the strongest of her harbingers take a break to tend to his lover. On those days, he tasks himself with taking care of you instead of letting the attendants and housekeepers do it. He’s happy with spending a quiet day with you and letting you know he cares just by existing alongside you.
ᡣ𐭩 . . He’ll read books to you until you fall asleep because he’s old-fashioned in that sense. He’ll let you play with his hair, hell- he’ll even let you trace his scars if it means you’ll feel a little better than the depression you were dwelling in right now. Capitano knows that he cannot fix your mind with his bare hands, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try to make you more comfortable in times like this.
thinking about domestic moments with capitano and his pretty wife. despite the insurmountable amount of blood and death his hands have caused, they are the same hands that gently remove your makeup when you're too drowsy to do so. . . . though there are servants that cook for you in his estate, if you ever cook something (like a family recipe or a recipe from your homeland) he readily observes at your side if he isn't away on business. he would look over your shoulder as you cook like a clingy cat ridden with curiosity. now, as we all know, capitano is mr. moneybags himself. so of course he loves to shop for you. God forbid he lays his sapphire eyes on a pair of lace gloves or a frilly onyx dress because then his thoughts are just: 'my wife would love this' or 'this would look beautiful on her'. . . . and don't even get me started on diy outfits. though his flesh is decayed, he still has an eye for fashion. he loves it when you wear your diy'd outfits because they perfectly capture your creativity. there is a sense of pride he feels when you decide to put together a new outfit to show to him. . . . there was a time that you wanted to see what he'd look like with teased hair, so with a soft 'capitano.. can i tease your hair?', he couldn't refuse. he was a little worried at the prospect of using hair spray and willingly tangling his hair, but at the end of it, he looked quite dashing. (you took a photo of the two of you that you keep on your dresser, he smiles when he sees it.) . . .
the snow outside fell gracefully, the wind carrying the small white particles with little to no effort as the blizzards of Snezhnaya went on. the cold reached the inside of the manor even though the windows blocked the brunt of the eternal winter from you. at times, it was easy to get lost in the eternal snow. especially when you were not used to so much of this weather.
as you gazed out of the window, parting the long, navy curtains just a little to peak outside at the blizzard, your husband stood at the doorway of the ballroom. he would often find you here in silence, he figured that maybe it helped you cope.
but he could be selfish at times, like now.
"Dove." he addressed, his voice oddly soft but still stern. you, however, paid him no mind and kept your gaze on the outside of the window. "What is it? .. Do you need something?" reluctantly, you shifted your gaze from the blizzard, to the storm in your own life — your husband.
though.. nowadays he seemed more like a refuge than a storm. but you had yet to give in.
the harbinger walked into the ballroom towards you. his footsteps on the lacquered wooden floor resounded throughout the room. a year ago you would have stepped back, this time you found yourself almost anxious to be in his arms.
"You've been distant as of late." your husband was never one to beat around the bush. like his sword, his words pierced any and all doubt from your mind. "Are you perhaps missing Natlan?"
with a sigh, you glanced back at the snow outside. such a lonely sight.. "It is much colder here.. I am unfamiliar with it." being the observant man he was — and your husband as well — he knew your words had more meaning than you led on.
"if you are cold, you need only come to me for warmth. for i shall provide you with any and everything you desire." his words were like obsidian. unbreakable, completely trustworthy. in just a short year of his life, he managed to make himself seem reliable, despite the fact that you very well knew the truth of who he was.
but in this lavish prison, who else were you to rely on — if not your very own captor-turned-husband? who else was supposed to tend to your every ailment and whisper words of reassurance when you felt hopeless? who else was to be the fire that cradled your shivering form as you struggled in this foreign environment?
who else was to soothe the aches of your heart..?
capitano could sense your resignation. it had been a long time coming, he was starting to wonder just when exactly you would give in and change the way you viewed him. reluctantly, you stepped away from the window, the navy curtains closing as you made your way to him.
without a word, he welcomed you into his arms. you laid your head against his chest as he cradled you in his warm embrace. his arms were less like a rope that suffocated you and more like the inviting arms of a husband concerned for his lover.capitano had been waiting for this moment, he had been patient in his pursuits. and as the saying went: good things did in fact come to him. for the first time, you returned his embrace and he could feel the way your body craved him.
his warmth. his touch.
capitano held you close and softly ran his hand over your hair while holding you. "i will be your warmth in the blizzard, i shall never leave you." with these words, you found yourself almost able to drift off the sleep in his arms.
while his touch consumed you, like a fire to a field of grass, you found yourself forgetting about the blizzards outside. suddenly, they didnt matter as much. they faded to the dark corners of your mind..
where you would never once think of them again.
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