#i'll come back to this when i'm lucid and not just feral thirsting

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pls pls pls write for capitano your writing's so exquisite i feel like you'd do him so much justice

content warning: slightly not sfw implications / yandere / forced relationship / power imbalance. reader discretion is advised.

oh, your compliment's making me cry haha, thank you so much! as for capitano, his english voice is soooooo good 😭 normally i prefer the cn vas instead (like for zhongli or xiao or ningguang) but. too good.

it's gonna be a little hard to flesh out a character based on one voiceline, though for the harbingers, worth. i was planning to write an actual fic for this, but right now i just need to brainrot a little about this: il capitano with a darling that's quite arrogant, despite you being just a commoner with no standing or power.

you're an artist that's well known in snezhnaya for your aloofness and pride, because you're damn good at your craft and you know it. you have suitors, many of them in fact, but none of them satisfy you. then comes this man, who asks you, "what are you looking for in a husband?"

you give him your stipulations, impossibly high standards, he comes back with them fulfilled, each and every time. then one day, he comes back, revealing himself to be a harbinger, and that's the day your fate is sealed and entwined with his forever—and by that, i mean you, forcing a smile on your face as you accept his proposal.

i like the thought of capitano being perfectly satisfied with how willful you are. what did it matter to him if his spouse wanted to have everything their way? he's indulgent like that (or perhaps just that he couldn't be bothered to care about the opinions of others, especially when your thoughts are so much more important). so when you demand for impossibly lavish/impossible things even after your marriage (mostly to spite him), he gives it to you without a word of complaint. you swallow down your pride at how he doesn't even attempt to argue with you, as if he viewed your demands as nothing more than the amusing chirp of a bird that didn't know it was trapped.

because even if he gives into your demands, that doesn't mean it comes free. he's aloof, but not physically. you've come to learn his body, the way his bare skin feels against yours, how a husband loves in almost-bruising touches, unaware or uncaring of how much you shiver. even though he would normally be attentive to your whines and complaints, he doesn't when it comes to the bedroom matters, because this is how a husband is meant to love.

capitano doesn't care about those weaker than him, but you have that spark he likes, the fire that keeps him warm in the cold winters of snezhnaya.

(it's only too bad he doesn't realize that he's dousing that very same spark with his foreboding touch, until nothing remains of your spirit except you, weary and worn down.)

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I've personally fallen hard for Arlecchino so maybe her and I also like Capitano and Pantalone so if you ever felt like writing for them I'm definitely for it

content warning: yandere / possessive behaviour / unhealthy relationship / etc etc, reader discretion is advised.

arlecchino is just everything, my god how can i be so down bad over a woman on the same level of raiden shogun. especially the "so why don't you keep your mouth shut!" left me in shivers. as with capitano, have no idea about characterization aside from the short dialogue we saw, so hoping this doesn't age too poorly.

just a concept for now, but i might come back for a full fic because she deserves it (as she does everything else in this world. (also can you imagine pantalone and arlecchino fighting over someone... another idea to be explored later, perhaps?)

arlecchino is kind to those who she wants to be kind to. toward those she finds distasteful or beneath her notice, her tongue is knife sharp, capable to sending even the bravest of men cowering. but around you, she's soft. soft in a way that she doesn't even show to the children under her care. only the most caring of touches, devotion clear in her eyes, so much so that to outsiders, they'd never fathom that she was one of the harbingers at all.

but it's when your gaze turns to others—any other than her—that arlecchino's titles rings true. she's poisonous against anyone else that dares to hold your attention. the knave, they call her, always aiming her cold and harsh glare behind you back, her red irises becoming knives when any of the fatui even glances at you. if she had her way, she'd keep you warm in her hearth forever, but you, her dearest darling, can’t just stay by yourself. where would you be if she wasn’t next to you, constantly keeping you from harm’s way?

arlecchino wraps herself around you like a fur coat in snezhnaya: tight and needed. careful questions of whether you were in need of anything, what do you want, darling? who looked at you wrong? who has wronged you? why is your face so sullen? tell me, she always says. tell me and i will rectify the matter, i swear it. her expression, all the while is a haunting want, a longing cut so deep you wondered sometimes if she was bleeding beneath her coat every time she looked at you. wondered if she was drowning, the ruby crosses of her eyes gleaming so bright they looked like freshly-spilt blood, her voice always as if she can't get enough of the air you breathe.

arlecchino isn't loyal to anything, you see. even the tsaritsa herself is just a goal for arlecchino, to be abandoned at the drop of a coin. but you, she'd never leave. not even if you wanted her to.