Il Capitano x reader (!wife !fem)
ANGSTISH?
AN: Please, if there are any grammar mistakes I'm so sorry. I didn't planned on having a second part for this, but inspiration hit me at 2 am and I said why not. I hope you will enjoy it just as much.
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The battlefield where your vengeance began would be etched into legend—a desolation carved by your fury, a testament to the wrath of a love unbroken by time or death. The first to feel your rage were the shadows who had thrived on the chaos Capitano sought to quell. They thought themselves untouchable, hidden behind walls of schemes and lies. But you had been by Capitano’s side long enough to learn the art of patience, the art of war. Their walls crumbled before you, their illusions shattered like glass beneath your relentless pursuit.
Word of your rampage spread like wildfire. To the Harbingers, you were no longer an ally but a storm barreling toward them, a reckoning forged from grief and resolve. To the Archons, you were a specter of vengeance, the embodiment of a love that defied even the divine. They whispered your name in hushed tones, fearing the fury that had once stood quietly beside the man they had underestimated.
The mask you had once cradled in your lap became your emblem, the very symbol of the love and resolve you now wielded as a weapon. You wore it into battle, its features a haunting echo of the man who had once borne it. Behind its shadow, your eyes burned with a fire that refused to be extinguished, a fire that spoke of promises unbroken and a love undying.
It was not enough to destroy your enemies. You sought the truth, peeling back layers of lies and deception until the tapestry of Capitano’s fall lay bare before you. The truth was crueler than you imagined—a betrayal orchestrated by those who had once called themselves his comrades. The weight of it threatened to drown you, but you stood resolute. Capitano had carried the burdens of others for centuries; now, it was your turn to carry his.
In the now too silent home, a home thag hosted your love, tears and sorrows with Capitano, you stood in what was your bedroom. You never touched the bed since that day. Never climbed it it as his scent was lingering his side of the bed. You didnt want to destroy that. How could you?
You walked to the closet, and picked your old uniform. The same you uniform you used when you were under his wing as a warrior in Khaenri'ah. A uniform you wear with so much pride. Even after years, it still fitted you so good. And now, his mask was covering your face, like a protective shield.
Each battle was a prayer, each victory a step closer to justice. Yet, as the bodies piled and the blood soaked the earth, a quiet voice within you whispered of the price you were paying. Could Capitano’s love ever forgive the monster you were becoming?
Still, you pressed on. The final confrontation loomed on the horizon, a tempest of inevitability that would either grant you the closure you sought or consume you entirely. You stood on the precipice of destiny, a figure carved from grief and fury, ready to sunder the heavens themselves if it meant keeping your promise.
When at last you reached the one who had orchestrated Capitano’s fall, there were no words. Only the clash of wills, the thunder of steel, and the roar of your grief turned to wrath. The battle raged as though the world itself had paused to bear witness, the air thick with the weight of centuries of pain.
And then, silence.
You stood victorious, the architect of your love’s undoing broken before you. But there was no triumph in your heart, no solace in their defeat. The vengeance that had fueled your every step left behind an emptiness that no victory could fill. The truth of eternity was laid bare before you: love and loss were intertwined, inseparable, and eternal.
With trembling hands, you laid Capitano’s mask upon the earth, a final offering to the man who had been your anchor, your storm, your everything. The battlefield fell silent once more, not with the mockery of your earlier grief, but with a reverence that spoke of endings and new beginnings.
You whispered into the wind, your voice carrying to whatever corner of the afterlife Capitano might now reside. "I have kept my promise, my love. And now, I will wait for you, as you once waited for me. Until we meet again."
You returned home. You didn't dare to change. From a secret box, kept away in safe space, you picked six, small, beautiful stones made of the ashes of your children. You took out the wedding ring, place three of them in the destinated holes on your ring. You placed the ring back on your finger, and made your way to where Capitano was resting.
He was still the same. Still sitting proud and peaceful on the throne that made his grave. You took your mask off, and placed your scythe next to his sword.
"I'm sorry, my love. I'm so sorry. I hope one day you will forgive me. I hope you have the power in you to forgive me one day" you said crawling on his lap, a place you sat often now.
You took his hand, gently pulling out his wedding ring. You took out the beautiful brocade bag, a small bag and pulled out the rest stones. You held his ring in front of your eyes, where your name was beautifully engraved in his handwriting.
Gently, you started to place the stones, pink for your oldest daughter, dark blue for your second child, a boy, and a purple one for your youngest, another girl.
You looked at him, and gently kissed his cheek "I will marry you all over again. I will say yes to you all over again for as many times as i need. My love. My everything. Lord it's so hard here without you. I miss you every second of the day and night. Our home is not home without you. And now, i don't know what to do. Im happy you got your peace. And i hope you look over me, even if you are disappointed. Just.. don't leave my side" you said as you slipped the ring back on his finger.
You rested your head on his shoulder, his hand in yours, your fingers intertwined, and finally, the remains of your children back with you two, their spirits close. You knew deep down, that even if you were the only one standing, he got the chance to hold, love and caress your children again, something you can only dream about now.
As the dawn broke over the horizon, you turned away, leaving the battlefield behind. The world was quiet now. Yet within you burned a new purpose—not to destroy, but to honor. To remember. To keep his memory alive in the stories you would tell, in the lives you would touch. For even in death, Capitano was your strength, your storm, your eternal light.
