written in melancholic melodies, sculpted in stardust. feet firmly in the same place, but a curious soul who wanderers through the veil of moonlight. hearts that yearns for the unknown are always granted by hands that can gift them a reality that only dreamers can behold.
𝐁𝐘𝐅.
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i’m ABSOLUTELY in love with this woman and i too would fight hundreds of thousands wars for her. truly, there’s no request she makes that i wouldn’t accept, there’s no order she gives that i wouldn’t carry out. i’d be her personal knight, her shadow, her sword & armor—the most loyal and devoted person by her side. i’d be the person who didn’t think twice when offered my soul and heart to her. and even though i love her so much that it hurts as i remember why we can’t be together (and not because we’re both women but because fate has already decided), i still burn for her majesty, anastasya.
helloo do you still write genshin dad aus? love them sm
hi there!
at the moment no unfortunately. i'm still on hiatus and to be honest with you i don't even know if i'll be back anytime soon.
thank you for your support tho ♡
Y'know the little waddle mamas do when they're pregnant? I love it sm😭🫶🏻 There's the careful, shy waddles, the casual waddles and the "Outta my way I'm carrying another person" waddle. I can see all of your mamas doing specific waddles when they're pregnant argjdahdksb it's so cute
Oh gosh I'm crying! This is so cuuute :(
It's funny that I can also see a specific waddle for each of them, but for me, the ones that stand out are Wrio and Cyno's wives.
Wriothesley's wife waddling furiously to some wing of the fortress to break up a fight, crossing the entire prison and even stunning her husband along the way. Wrio can't tell if he's worried or warm-hearted by the vision, but whoever it is, may God have mercy on anyone who makes fun of her walk. Can't you see she's trying her best?!
And Cyno's wife takes all the time walking with him in the desert. Not only is the poor girl carrying two slightly heavy babies at the same time, but keeping up with Cyno rhythm on those hot sands wasn't easy either, yk 😭
no bc what if mama user got pregnant bc her husband saw the list of side effects of a birth control, then goes "stop taking it, i can pull out" only to get her pregnant lmao
Help! I can clearly see this happening to all of them, but the pioneer in this would a 100% be Varka 😭 The moment he absorbed this information, he'd assure you that there are other contraceptive methods that are less harmful to your body in the long run.
"I can pull out my ass" you'd think with two children yelling at each other's ears, one being held in arms while he stares at your growing womb lovingly.
Honorable mentions to:
Kaveh (which is mostly like a win-win situation for him—after all, you're gifting him with more beautiful girls) WRIOTHESLEY (I mean, he has done a great job for a while. You can't blame the man for forgetting pull out just once.) Ayato. Kazuha. Heizou.
Varka x Fatui! Reader where in the first time you met, your blade was pressed against his throat. It should’ve been a clean strike, swift and silent, but instead you found your wrist caught in his massive hand and your smaller figure below his huge and warm body. His blue eyes lit up with surprise, and then, infuriating amusement. “My… Aren’t ya a bold little thing,” he rumbled, hoarse voice carrying both amusement and challenge. You had been trained to expect resistance, fear, regret—not this. Not a man who grinned as if your attempt on his life was no more troublesome than an annoying fly buzzing in his ear.
Varka x Fatui! Reader where you didn’t give up in accomplishing your mission. No. Rather, you felt motivated—as if a small flame had been lit inside you, fueled by frustration and anger at having failed so disgracefully and being easily overpowered by Mondstadt's hero. That day, you followed him and his knights from the shadows of the tall snowed pine trees, waiting for the right time he'd be alone while aiming his back.
Varka didn’t even flinch as the weapon was thrown towards its target. He pivoted, catching your knife midair, the sheer difference in your skills almost insulting. Instead of striking you down, he chuckled and let you retreat. “You’re persistent,” he smirked at you, eyes shining in amusement, “I’ll give you that.” You didn’t say anything back as you disappeared in the forest.
It stung—not failing again, no. But the way he dismissed you so casually, as if you were already becoming someone he was looking forward to seeing again, someone familiar.
You should’ve shot him.
Varka x Fatui! Reader where your paths kept crossing even though you weren’t looking for him. Every encounter you shared began to sharpen into something else—no longer only threats and iron clashing, but quick, biting remarks that carried an undercurrent you didn’t know how to name.
He’d catch your blade mid-swing and quip, “Still aiming for my neck? At least buy me dinner first, kitten.”
You’d snarl back, masking the heat rising in you, “I’d rather poison it. And don’t fucking call me that.”
But his grin would only widen, his grip lingering longer than necessary, his closeness deliberate. The battlefield became secondary to this tension—the way his eyes lingered too long, the way your heartbeat betrayed you when his hand brushed your skin. What should’ve been deadly turned into a dangerous dance you didn't know how to resist anymore.
Varka x Fatui! Reader where he had spotted you lurking near the town gates and, before you could vanish into the alleyways, his massive hand closed around your shoulder, warm and unyielding. “Ah-ah. I’m not letting you run away this time, kitten. You owe me a drink,” he'd say pulling you inside the tavern with effortless strength.
Though your scowl was clearly visible to anyone who observed you too long and your loud-whispered protests were constant, this only seemed to entertain him further.
But what irritated you most was how he acted and was treated as if he owned the place, like a heroic figure everyone was grateful for and flattered him over.
The moment you both sat down, a generous mug of beer was placed in front of each of you, not even ordered. And as you downed the bitter liquid, swallowing your defeat and frustration together, the mondstadian knight only seemed to grow more captivated by the vision of you.
Grinning infuriatingly confident as he leaned closer, his voice dropping low. “Ya know. I always thought you're far too pretty to be plotting my death.”
You'd just look away, hiding your face behind your drink and failing miserably to ignore his awful flirting—his booming laughter accompanied by a sense of pride and amusement at eliciting an unexpected reaction from you.
Oh. You really couldn’t stand this guy.
Varka x Fatui! Reader where, as time passed by, you had grown used to his outrageousness, though you tried to convince yourself you despised it. When he teased, you snapped; when he laughed, you scowled—yet the rhythm between you had begun to feel dangerously comforting, almost like… belonging.
One night, your dagger finally grazed his cheek and drew the first drop of his blood. The sight should've thrilled you—you were each step closer to end all of this, to put an end to all this cat and mouse game. Instead, your pulse spiked for an entirely different reason when his eyes locked onto yours; gleaming with something raw, something hungry, as if the cut was an intimacy only the two of you could share.
He leaned closer, so close you could see the curve of his smile and the heat burning in his gaze.
“There it is,” he murmured, voice roughened with a satisfaction that curled low in your stomach. His thumb pressed the cut softly bringing a drop of his blood to the tongue, flicking the taste of it slow and deliberate before flashing you that wolfish grin. The air between you was heavy, charged with something unknown to you; your lips a breath away from him before you tore your eyes from him, turned sharply and ran away.
Flustered, heart hammering, you tried to steady your hand, control your thoughts—but the spark in your stomach kept burning. The pull of him lingered like the ghost of a touch you didn't allow yourself to feel.
Varka x Fatui!Reader where the line finally blurred beyond repair. It was no longer just a mission you couldn't accomplish, no longer just a duty unfulfilled, no longer about your loyalty tested and put at stake. It was about something bigger than you, something you never knew, or worse—never allowed yourself to have.
In a pathetic attempt to atone for your sins one last time, you watched everything gone wrong again.
The silence between you snapped taut as a bowstring—one of his hands firm at your waist, the other holding your wrist above your head. Still, you held a dagger pointed at his chest. The snowstorm outside muffled the chaos inside, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and the thunder of his heartbeat under your blade. His eyes searched yours, wild yet steady, as though daring you to make a choice.
You hated the hesitation, hated the way your hand shook not from fear but from anticipation. And then, instead of pushing him away, your grip faltered, your weapon sliding uselessly to the ground.
His grin deepened, lips curling into that smug, proud expression you hated so much, the one you dreamed of ripping off. This time, it was laced with something more dangerous, heavier—something you could feel in your fingertips and ignited that familiar heat in your stomach.
“So you’ve made your choice,” he murmured, hands crawling from your wrist to your chin. He leaned in closer and breathed, “Then face the consequences.”
His lips collided with yours in a kiss that was as fierce as desperate. Every bite, every place your hands touched, every time your teeth brushed and tongues intertwined echoed the anger, the longing and the frustration that had been building between you for months. You clung to him instinctively, the tension between duty and desire collapsing into heat, until nothing remained but the two of you—fire against fire, burning fiercely until you returned back to the ashes.
Bea, Alhaitham and Kaveh would make the worst in-laws, weren't they?
So, how do Kazuha and Heizou feel about being in-laws?
they’re cordial enough with each while on family gathering & etc, but behind the scenes you can always find kaveh bickering with alhaitham or biting his own nails, overthinking about his beloved daughter and hakim’s relationship.
on the other hand, because kazuha and heizou have been good friends for a long time, they rather like the idea of their families merging.
i like to think that kazuha appreciates ren’s confidence and perseverance in winning his daughter’s heart. the boy is stubborn and clumsy, yes, but he means well. if he didn’t, kazuha would have stepped in a long time ago.
Wait I havent asked or maybe I havenr your post on it but is varkas child a boy or a girl? (Also i imagined his wife and his kid visiting him whenever hes near and hes still in camp and everyone has just swooped over this cute little baby)
i didn’t because i don’t know yet. at first i’ve imagined a girl then halfway through i pictured a boy. in the end, i couldn’t decide 🫠
oh he’d absolutely freak out seeing them around military camps but inside he is sooo happy to meet them again. he’s a family’s man no one can proves me otherwise!
