#capitano

[121231212i]

Your new heart has limitless potential, and you have wielded it with bravery and honor. I grant you the title of "Sentinel Knight"

[shiba-sketch]

This is 100% what happened in canon (trust)

[shizuturnspages]

Ahhh thank you for such wonderful writing! Can I please get yandere capitano, scaramouche, Childe who get hurt and fall unconscious, and then just as they slowly regain it back, they heard male s/o cried and talking to himself,

"What should I do? Sobs..He isn't waking up, I can't possibly survive here...sobs... I don't have vision, power or even a weapon! I don't even know how to fight!"

S/o then try to do CPR and kiss them, but the yandere just pretends to be 'fainted' just for a bit longer. S/o ended kissing them, maybe about 5 times, trying to do CPR.

“Breathe for Me, Love”

Synopsis: You had no combat experience. No vision. No training. You were just… normal. And trapped in a battlefield with the person who had always been your shadow, your protector—your obsessive captor. But when he fell in battle—bloodied, broken, and silent—you lost everything. Your composure, your courage, your calmness. Desperate and sobbing, you tried to revive him with clumsy hands and breathless CPR, not knowing that beneath those closed eyes… he was awake. And smiling. Because you just proved how much you needed him. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Capitano, Scaramouche, Childe x Male Reader

Capitano – The Silent Mask That Listened

His massive frame lay still on the ground, helmet cracked, his armour scorched from the explosion that knocked you both off course.

You hovered over him, trembling.

“I can’t do this—I can’t—I don’t even know how to fight…!” your voice cracked. “He’s not waking up. Please… wake up…”

You leaned down, pressing your lips to his in the clumsiest attempt at CPR, desperate to breathe life back into him. One. Two. Three. Still nothing.

Another breath. Another kiss.

Capitano, behind the mask, felt your trembling hands press against his chest. He could feel the heat of your mouth, the desperation of your lips returning to his again and again, trying to revive him. He could feel your tears drip onto his collar.

But he didn't move.

He wanted to savour this. Every sob. Every kiss. Every second you thought you might lose him.

Because now he knew—you were his weakness. But he was your entire world.

“Now you understand. Without me, you wouldn’t survive… So you won’t ever try to leave.”

Scaramouche – The Puppet That Smirks in Silence

He hated being weak. Hated it. So when he blacked out from blood loss, he cursed himself mid-collapse.

But then he heard it. Muffled sobs. Your voice—raw, broken, frantic.

“I’m just some nobody! I don’t have a Vision or anything! I can’t even hold a sword! If he dies—if he dies, I’m dead too!”

He felt your breath on his lips. Felt your hands shake against his chest. CPR? Really? You could barely form a fist. But he felt it. Five times. Five soft, clumsy kisses—desperation mistaken for first aid.

Oh. That was rich.

He wanted to laugh. Smirk. Grab you and say, “So you do love me, huh?”

But no. This was better. Let you kiss him one more time. Let you suffer a bit longer. Let the fear sink in deep—so next time, you never let him out of your sight again.

“So helpless without me… I should collapse more often if it means you’ll finally admit it.”

Childe – The Fox Playing Dead

He’d been hit hard—cracked ribs, blood in his mouth, vision spinning. But not unconscious. Not anymore.

He came back to the sound of your voice. Shaky. Wet. Broken.

“I’m not built for this… sobs… I just wanted to help… and now he’s dying… I can’t—I can’t lose him—!”

You leaned down and pressed your lips to his. He felt it—hesitant, trembling, raw. One kiss. Two. Then three. The air you pushed into him barely mattered. It was your fear that made his heart kick back to life.

He almost gasped—but held back. No, not yet. Not when your mouth returned to his over and over like a confession.

By the fifth kiss, your hand brushed his cheek. “Please, just wake up…”

He nearly moaned.

And then, dramatically, finally, he groaned and blinked open his eyes.

“Babe…” he croaked. “You kiss me like that when I’m conscious, and I might just flatline again.”

You choked on a sob and swatted him, but he laughed—bloody and smug.

“If this is how you treat the dying, I might as well fake my death every week.”

[ulna-lonogus]

[danijaci]

Isn't he just dreamy!!

[ikimaru]

time for some meme redraws B)

[striomushi]

tg

[fenkko]

‘why’d he take off his coat’ ‘he lost aura without his coat’ capitano's roasting like a little hot dog in that thing

[emil1863]

proof of life or whatever

[i-bakkhos]

[incorrectteyvatism]

Capitano: Do I look like I'm joking?

Childe: You never look like you're joking.

[ink-ami]

Sleep well, Thrain.

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

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

[lavenderdropp]

This man is so fine—

[nikkipettt]

「... It must be the mask」

[vantax-art]

Gee Varka, how come Hoyo lets you have two boyfriends?

[ffluv]