"only 90s kids remember-" wrong, if you're poor and/or rural enough, old tech and fashion doesn't just disappear when it stops being trendy. We had dial-up until 2012
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Hai haii Lily!! tysm for feeding into my varka brainrot I love this giant goofball hehehehe
okay time for my actual request because I’ve had this brewing for like a looonggg time with the scenario being Varka and Reader are either just hanging out or simply just spending time with each other during working hours and while they’re chatting reader’s like “oh yeah this reminds me of (insert insane lore drop)!” and Varka’s like (○∇○) ?! this could either work as pre or established relationship too
hope it makes sense and I cant wait to see more of your writing in the future ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
Anon out!!
Roots and Branches (Varka x Reader)
Synopsis: While relaxing under your favorite tree near Mondstadt’s Statue of the Seven, a casual conversation about Sumeru’s rainforest turns into an unexpectedly tender moment between you and Varka.
A/N: Hi anon! :) Thank you for this lovely request, I really enjoyed the idea. For the lore drop, I tried to include something that felt a little symbolic and fitting for both Varka and their dynamic.
I hope it worked out the way you imagined! And thank you for the kind words about my writing as well. :) Enjoy!
The shade beneath the great tree near the Statue of the Seven is cool and steady, even in the afternoon warmth.
It has become something of a habit for the two of you.
Whenever both of you happen to have a day off, you end up here.
Today is no different.
You’re lying on the grass with your head resting against Varka’s chest, one arm loosely draped across him while his own arm circles around your shoulders.
His fingers absentmindedly trace slow, lazy patterns along your arm. Up to your elbow, back down to your wrist, then up again.
The rhythm is soothing.
For a while neither of you speaks.
The leaves overhead rustle softly in the breeze. Here, under the tree, it feels like you’re in your own little world.
Eventually Varka lets out a content sigh. The kind that comes from deep in his chest, rumbling under your ear.
“You know,” he says lazily, “this might be the best place in Mondstadt.”
“Oh?” You tilt your head slightly, cheek still pressed to his chest. “Bold claim.”
“Mhm.” His chest rises and falls with his breathing, steady and warm. “Good shade. Quiet. Strong tree.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Feels protective somehow. Safe.”
You shift just enough to look up at him, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Well of course you’d say that.”
His eyebrow lifts. “And why is that?”
“Because you’re basically a tree yourself.”
Varka laughs. “That’s a new one.”
“You are!” you insist, propping yourself up slightly on your elbow so you can see his face better. “Tall. Sturdy. Very dependable.” You reach up, fingers brushing lightly through his hair. “People assume you’re older than you are because of how solid you seem.”
“Hey now,” he murmurs, though his voice is amused and his eyes have gone soft. “You’re dangerously close to calling me old.”
“I would never.” Your fingers trail down to trace the line of his jaw. “I was going to say distinguished.”
His hand catches yours, bringing it to his lips. He presses a kiss to your palm, eyes never leaving yours.
“Smooth talker.”
“Learned from the best.”
You settle back down against him, deliberately nuzzling closer. Your nose brushes against his collarbone, and you feel more than hear the sharp intake of breath.
His arm tightens around you. Possessive. Warm.
For a moment he just holds you like that, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair.
“You’re trouble,” he murmurs into your hair.
“You like it.”
“Yeah.” His voice is soft. Honest. “I really do.”
You smile against his chest.
For a while you just exist like this. His heartbeat steady under your ear, his fingers playing with your hair, the breeze moving through the leaves above.
Then Varka speaks again, quieter this time. “I’d like to see the Sumeru rainforest properly someday. Not just pass through it on some expedition. Actually explore it. Take my time.”
You hum thoughtfully. “That would suit you.”
“Oh?”
“You’d probably get along with the trees there too.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Are you suggesting I start a conversation with them?”
You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Well, considering the history of that forest…”
Varka’s hand stills in your hair.
That tone in your voice is familiar. The one you get when you’re about to share something fascinating you've read or learned.
He loves that tone.
“Go on,” he says, and there's genuine interest warming his voice.
You shift so you can see his face, propping yourself up on one elbow. Your other hand rests on his chest, fingers splayed over his heart.
“Did you know the rainforest wasn’t always there?”
His expression immediately sharpens with interest. “It wasn’t?”
“Nope.” You shake your head, and the movement makes your hair catch the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. “Long ago, the region was part of the desert.”
You pause, looking at him knowingly. “You knew that, didn’t you?”
His mouth quirks. “Yeah, kinda. But not all the details.” He settles back more comfortably, that fond look warming his eyes. “Go on.”
You grin. Of course he wants you to explain.
“Greater Lord Rukkhadevata created something called the Varuna Contraption. Basically a device that allowed her to summon rains in the desert. She brought water to a section of the wasteland and transformed it into the rainforest.”
“Huh.” Varka huffs a quiet breath, clearly turning the idea over in his head. “An entire ecosystem from rain.”
“Exactly.” Your eyes light up. “And Sumeru City? It’s actually built on top of the Divine Tree. Its roots run through the entire structure. The foundation, the pathways, everything.”
You pause for effect, eyes bright. “So technically, the city’s foundations are literal tree roots.”
Varka stares at you.
For a moment he says nothing, just looks at you with that expression. The one that’s half impressed, half completely smitten, like he can’t quite believe you're real.
“You just carry things like this around in your head?” he asks softly.
You shrug, but there’s a pleased little smile playing at your lips. “Sometimes. Is that weird?”
“No.” His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheekbone. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Your breath catches.
You press a kiss to his cheek.
Then you tilt your head, a softer smile crossing your face.
“See? Another parallel. You keep everything rooted here too. Keep people grounded. Safe.”
Varka goes very still.
The way he's looking at you now—
It's different from before. Deeper. Like you've just said something that reached right into his chest and squeezed.
“You—” His voice comes out rougher than usual. He stops. Swallows.
You can see the emotion there, just beneath the surface, and something in you softens.
“Hey,” you say softly, thumb brushing his cheek. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” His voice is thick. “Yeah, I just—” He breathes out slowly. “Sometimes you say things and I forget how to think.”
“Good things, I hope?”
“The best things.”
He’s looking at you like you hung the stars, and you suddenly feel the need to lighten the moment before you both get too caught up in it.
You grin at him. “So. Did you like the little history lesson?”
“Yeah,” he says, eyes warm.
The way he's looking at you—warm and fond and entirely focused on you—makes your heart do something complicated in your chest.
“Varka—”
He doesn’t let you finish.
He leans up and kisses you.
It’s warm and thorough and unhurried, like you have all the time in the world and he intends to use it.
His hand slides from your face to the back of your neck, holding you close while his other arm bands around your waist. You make a small sound, and he swallows it, deepening the kiss.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. You're both breathing a little harder.
“You know,” he murmurs, voice low and rough around the edges, “I love it when you get like this.”
“Like what?” Your voice comes out breathier than intended.
“All passionate about things.” His thumb strokes the side of your neck, right where your pulse is jumping. “Could listen to you talk for hours.”
You laugh softly, the sound a little shaky. “Even about obscure historical facts?”
“Especially those.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. Then your temple. Then the corner of your mouth. “Very distracting.”
“Distracting, huh?”
“Extremely.” His smile is warm against your skin. “Makes me want to kiss you until you forget whatever you were going to say next.”
“That’s—” You stop, flustered. “That’s not fair.”
“No?” He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dancing with amusement and affection. “Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
He grins and kisses you again.
This time you kiss him back just as thoroughly, fingers curling into his shirt.
When you finally break apart, you’re both smiling.
You settle back against his chest, and his arms wrap around you immediately, holding you close.
“Though I suppose,” he says after a moment, voice still warm with amusement, “if Sumeru is built on tree roots…”
You hum in question.
“Then I’ll fit right in when we visit.”
You laugh and tilt your head to press a kiss to his jaw. “My tree,” you murmur against his skin.
His arms tighten around you.
“Yours,” he agrees quietly.
And under the shade of the tree, with the wind stirring the leaves above and the warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through, Varka presses another kiss to your temple.
Just because he can.
Just because you’re here, in his arms, talking about ancient forests and divine trees with that light in your eyes that makes him feel like the luckiest man in Teyvat.
“Love you,” he murmurs into your hair.
You smile against his chest, fingers tracing idle patterns over his heart.
“Love you too.”
The tree shelters you both.
And for a while, nothing else matters.
⋆ ✦ ⋆
A/N: Thanks for reading. :) I hope you enjoyed it. More Varka to follow soon.
the thing to me about the todoroki siblings is that they all have different relationships with their "purpose" because they were all born in different families actually.
shoto was born to an abusive family where becoming who his father wanted him to be implied suffering and pain for himself and his loved ones aka his mother as well as isolation from his peers. so of course he would reject it entirely, of course he would grow up to search for another sense of purpose that was healthier and better.
natsuo was born to a neglectful family. he failed to meet his father's expectations before he was even aware of himself, so his father was largely absent from his life, and his mother was emotionally unavailable. he was basically raised by his siblings, and between touya pushing him to be angry at their father and family dynamic, and fuyumi pushing him to leave that burden to her and focus on himself, it's no wonder he could walk away from it all. he has no attachment to the "purpose" he was created for, so he can move past it and focus on creating his own.
but touya and fuyumi...... touya and fuyumi were born in a family that, while founded on misogyny, toxic masculinity, and traditional gender roles, felt peaceful, and loving, and safe. so for them, their "purposes" for existence (being his father's successor, being a support for her brother/family, and the gender roles inherent to both) were constantly reinforced positively by their environment during their earliest development years. the deterioration of their family unit and subsequent overt abuse happen parallel to their perceived failure at fulfilling said purposes (enji rejecting touya, touya rejecting fuyumi's concern), so deep down, for them, the roles that were imposed onto them since birth weren't the problem as much as their inability to fulfill them. thus, if they can get back on track and succeed in carrying out that purpose (touya burning himself to get his father's acknowledgement as a child and as dabi, fuyumi not moving out and constantly trying to push their family into being a "real" family) then everything will be okay the way it was when they were infants. to the very end of their presence in the story they can't let go of their assigned purposes or consider the possibility of finding another one, because the best era of their family and their childhood is forever associated with living up to what they were creted for.
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