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[mistyfiedthing]

༄ Ivana ，𝟣𝟫 ， 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒／𝗌𝗁𝖾 ， 𝖫𝖾𝗌𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗇 ， 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 ， 𝖥𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋 ⚢

༄ 𝖣𝖭𝖨 ； 𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗌 ， 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗈／𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗁𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗌 ， 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 ， 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 .

༄ 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖨𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 ， 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖹𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖹𝖾𝗋𝗈 ，𝖧𝗈𝗇𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗅 ．

𝖧𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 ；

𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 ； #𝖨𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 ☽

𝗒𝖺𝗉𝗌 ； #𝖨𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗉𝗌

[beetlejuicyy]

varka writes a letter to you right before heading back to mondstadt. mentions of a wedding. varka is a big softie and also a dork a bit horny also. madly in love i might add.

later edit: i will update this with two more parts to make a total of three since i cannot get varka out of my head... the second part will be reader's reply to this letter and in the last one they will finally meet. big thank you to everyone who enjoys!! Masterlist

Seeing his people celebrate the return home was filling the grandmaster’s heart with both gratitude and pride. He was fully aware of the sacrifices each individual had made in order to be stationed in Nod-Krai for so long. Maybe that’s why he took on the role of being the sober and responsible one for the night, listening with a clear mind and an aching heart to his knights talk about partners, homes, and lives they had left behind. In a few days they would start their journey back to all of those things.

As loud and merry as the Knights of Favonius camp was getting late into the night, Varka needed a bit of silence. He was the outgoing and outspoken type, yet he shared the same longing and sadness each knight was recounting in different words.

From the seat at the empty table where he could see the entire camp with the bonfire in the middle and the people singing and drinking around, Varka’s ears were deafened to the noise and his eyes unfocused, staring blankly into empty space. In his hand, a pen he kept fidgeting with ever since he sat down and in front of him an empty piece of paper.

He would write a letter to Jean, the acting grandmaster in his stead, to let her know the expedition was finally coming to an end. Yet, he decided he would do that tomorrow. Right now, though, his fingers ached to fill the paper in front of him with different words. So he began writing.

“My love,

I’m coming home. Initially, I wanted to keep it a surprise but I found myself unable to. Ever since the events in Nod-Krai have come to a conclusion and I decided it was time to wrap this expedition up I haven’t been able to think about anything else other than you. Don’t get me wrong, you’re always on my mind. However, I am able to do my job usually, unlike the state I find myself in these days. I feel both excited and irritated for some reason. Impatient. It hasn’t been long since your last visit, I know, but a visit is still a visit and this camp is nowhere near as welcoming as our quiet and warm home.

I want to see all the trinkets you bought during your trip to Inazuma. I want to waste my days listening to all the stories you didn’t have the time to tell during your visits. I want to go through your scrapbook of dried pressed flowers, see the living room furniture you assembled on your own last spring. Maybe you could also teach me some calligraphy skills you picked up and finally improve the way my signature looks (I still don’t see anything wrong with it but if you insist I suppose it needs some shaping…)

I could go on about all the things I want to catch up with but I’m afraid we’re short on paper at the camp, so I’ll try to squeeze and fit the rest of my letter on the other side of this piece. After all, the only thing I truly wish for is a few weeks of you and me locked inside our home with no one else to disturb us. (maybe you could convince Jean, she can keep the role a few weeks more). I want to see only you, hear only you, smell only you, feel only you. I was even thinking of sending Diluc as an envoy to the Fontaine administration with an absurd amount of wine as a gift (though I still have to come up with a convincing reason) just so the celebration of our return would be postponed a couple of weeks due to lack of booze. Maybe you’ll come up with a better excuse, since you’ve always been better at sneaking around than me.

When I first embarked on this journey I couldn’t understand why you were so eager to travel as much as you did the past year. After all, my girl is a homebody adventurer (hahaha, even after all these years this nickname of yours is still funny). Why would she go to every corner of the world just for fun when she’s got books, swords and friends within an arm’s reach in Mondstadt? Well, I think I understand now. You never wanted to say the words to me so I wouldn’t feel guilty. Home is not home without me there. But I know now, because I feel the same. You know me, I’m always out and about, meddling in people’s businesses, fighting some, befriending others. At the end of the day though my tent is still empty and quiet. I’ve never told you before, but the first few nights after you left I much preferred the night watch to your absence. I guess I’d rather not sleep at all than without you in my arms. Don’t worry, I did catch up on sleep eventually. I miss you so much I have to let it out through words on paper like this. I hoped it would ease the strain on my chest even in the slightest but it only made it worse. Now that we are finally returning, I don’t even understand how I was able to live without you for so long. Sure, you visited but… It’s never the same.

Tonight we are celebrating the return home. Everyone shared stories of home and people they hold dear. I had to take a step back and come here to write this letter to you because their stories only made your absence unbearable. I miss leaving you asleep when I go to morning instruction and coming back with breakfast for both of us. I miss your warmth, your touch, your patience. I miss ending the day with a terrible headache (can you believe that??) and laying my head on your lap as you play with your fingers in my hair and convince me it’s better to have tea rather than booze before sleep. (by the way we are also running out of dandelion wine)

You would reprimand me for acting like a spoiled whiny brat since you’ve just been here only a few weeks ago, though I know you feel just the same as I do. But what I miss even more is not having to sneak around all the time. I miss holding you for no reason. Caressing your skin just so you know I’m there. Telling you how beautiful you are. Of course, I would do these things in front of other people too, though I know you do not feel as comfortable, and to some extent I understand. I just like to show off I suppose. Not to mention, the tents are also thin and you can get quite loud (yes, yes, me too, don’t get mad). It is not the cosiest of places and quite cold sometimes. I can’t remember the last time we had the chance to lose track of time together. I always rush (and you’re quite desperate sometimes, can’t deny it) but I miss the slow and gentle sex we used to have before in the quiet of our home. You’d think that after being away from you I’ll find it somewhat hard to control myself and I apologize if you’d rather have it that way (I had no idea Yae Publishing House sells such lewd books you read). You know I’ll always give you anything you ask for. But after you left last time I realized we’ve been fucking like bunnies, rushed in any corner we could find. I like that quite a lot, don’t roll your eyes at me. Yet I feel like I haven’t made love to you in quite a while. Yes, I think this is what I wanted to say with all these clumsy words, jumping from one topic to the other, gathering my scrambled thoughts. I want to make love to my wife.

I hope you didn’t tell anyone we got married at the edge of the world with a moonchanter officiating the union and the honorary knight as your flower girl. I want to see the people’s faces when I tell them Barbatos himself summoned a wind so warm and sweet it made the trees at the Frost Moon Scions glitter in the moonlight like stars just for my bride. Seamus insists we have a ceremony at home too though I don’t really know what to say about it. I think what we had here is more meaningful, yet with my status and the blasphemy accusations he throws at me sometimes… I always brush him off but if you want a wedding in Mondstadt too we’ll have one. I’d marry you in every nation if you wished for it.

I’m running out of paper so I won’t tell you when exactly we’ll depart so you won’t be able to predict the places we might be reaching on a certain time of day. I know you won’t be able to stay still and patiently wait for your husband to come home. You’ll start the journey on your own, eager to surprise me halfway. Well, my dearest, I shall surprise you this time around. I’ll march at the back of the group as always, though I’m sending the people in waves so you’ll have to wait a little more for me. Take care.

Your husband,

Varka

(I love the way it sounds, why didn’t we get married sooner??)

P.S. If you just wait at Wangshu Inn to see us arrive from a distance you’re not surprising me. It’s cheating. I win.

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[kendricksmoneytree]

varka putting you in a headlock during sex !!

you still remember that day at training, where varka's muscles flexed under his clothes, and the way his veiny hand pulsed around the wolf's gravestone.

and yet, here you were, in the flagship, literally getting railed by varka. who knew this would happen just a week later??

even as he's railing into you, you keep staring back. staring at his meaty biceps and veiny hands, just wishing the archons you would get crushed by them.

that memory of him in the training ground, his muscle straining against his shirt, just made your cunt pulse around him even more.

a particular sharp thrust snapped you out of your thoughts as varka groaned and threw his head back, your eyes rolling back at the same time.

your eyes kept returning to the same spot, no matter how many times he makes your eyes roll back.

and he noticed.

he leans down, face level with you. "yr' staring, baby. somethin' wrong?" his thrusts slow down, and he's ready to hear you out everytime.

"i..." you hesitate. you know he doesn't make you feel embarrassed, yet it feels so different to say it out loud.

"i want you to... i want you to put me in a headlock.."

"oh? what was that?"

you know hes teasing. but fuck, you just want him to crush you at this point.

"i said- i want you to put me in- a headlock." you say, in between shallow breaths.

"mmhhm. is that so, pup?"

"yes. yes please." you were quite literally shameless. you said and did everything you could to get what you wanted.

"please what, baby?"

"please sir. i need you."

"atta girl."

he leaned back over your body to his original position, his palm slowly sliding from your hip to the dip of your waist, then finally towards your neck.

you could finally feel his hand through your hazy vision, and your cunt fluttered in anticipation.

his forearm brushed roughly against your cheek, hot and flushed. then, it settled around your neck, his wrist resting on your shoulder. he pulled your body up gently, using just his forearm to lift you.

"...like this, love?"

your pussy speaks before you can, a soft moan tumbling out of your lips, and you wrap your hand around his bicep, finding balance. "yes- yeahh... like this!" his cock is pressing against a new spot now, which makes you chase your release faster.

your head felt so heavy, and so did your body. but all you could care about was the fact that you were getting fucked by the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on.

then, your release hits - you cry out, your body twitching as your orgasm washes over you. you squeeze varka's bicep, which in turn makes him squeeze it around your neck slightly tighter.

"mmhm, there we go, atta girl." your cunt pulsed at that nickname.

"you did so good for me, sweets."

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[akiyamasfav]

i can't get enough of varka's fat cock fucking you dumb. i mean, look at him. i don't say he's the first genshin character with three claymores for no reason.

i'd like to imagine that he loves watching while he fucks you, how eagerly your drooling cunt is sucking him in with every one of his thrusts. he loves missionary for that very reason. but another one of his favourite positions is laying you on your stomach, a pillow under your hips as he grips your ass, spreading you open and watching his tip nudge against your drooling hole.

he'd ease in slowly, relishing in how you tighten around him, moans muffled by the pillow you're clinging on to. he'd drag out his first thrusts, watching intently as your cunt squeezes him in with every movement, feeling the tightening in his core. archons, he could cum just watching you like this.

"fuuuck, you're so eager, practically devouring me down there sweetheart."

his thrusts would quicken, his heavy balls slapping against your clit and eliciting delicious sounds out of you. varka knew exactly what he was doing. and he was an expert at doing it. he'd keep going at a steady pace, making you see stars while he leans over and presses hot kisses to your shoulders and back. if he felt like it too, he wouldn't hesitate to gather your hair in his hand, pulling you back so he could meet your mouth in a messy kiss.

he'd also love to have you ride him, a steady hand on your hip while the other sits behind his head, watching appreciatively as your tits bounced in rhythm with your movements. varka knew you wouldn't be able to please yourself on your cock the same way he fucks you into the mattress, but he still enjoyed the view nonetheless.

"doing so good for me, love. yeah, yeah, just like that~" he'd coo as you tried desperately to chase your release, squeezing and creaming all over his length but it just wasn't enough. you'd plead and beg for him to fuck you properly, barely able to make out words with how full he had you as you were seated fully on his cock.

"use your words." he'd reach up and caress your face, brushing away tears that were rolling down your cheeks from pleasure. until you told him explicitly what you wanted, he wouldn't give, loving the sight of you too cockdrunk to think straight.

but finally he'd roll you over, spreading you open and shoving his cock deep inside, your pussy dripping so much he could slide right in. he'd grip your waist, his thrusts steady and deep and making you see stars as you came almost instantly, clinging onto his large frame. "cumming already? we're only just getting started, sweetheart." he'd pull back before bringing you in for a searing kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth to muffle your moans. your pussy was throbbing in no time, and varka didn't hesitate to ease into you again.

"gonna get you nice and full..." he mumbles against your skin, face buried in your neck while he thrusts into you, feeling the knot coiling in his core as your moans and cries echoed in the bedroom and you clawed at his back, pulling him closer to you. he cums inside you, hot and deep, hips stuttering and cock throbbing. he looks down at you, enjoying how blissed out you look, and when you whimper out, "more," who is he to deny you of what you crave?

[tavoakyss]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✦BRING ME TO LIFE

EVERY ENCOUNTER with flins was strange in its own way—how he made you feel, how your body reacted whenever his gaze was on yours. you never could have known that things would turn out this way, seeing how unsettling being around him had been at first, yet it made it no less exciting. the way your relationship with the lightkeeper had developed.

"flins— ngh—", you groaned, feeling the way his body pressed against your back, fingers deep inside of you. it was always his utmost priority to make sure you were enjoying yourself, but god was he mean about it. always teasing, touching you where you needed it, but not enough for it to give you what you wanted. if flins had the time to drag this out as much as possible, then he would take the chance in an instant. always. every single time.

"please, flins—", you whined, aching to feel him inside of you. properly, and not just his long, slender fingers. the ones that could make you come undone in what felt like seconds, if only flins would feel like it sometimes. which he usually didn't, to your demise.

this could feel even better and you both knew it, but flins didn't seem to falter yet, no matter how much you begged and cried for him to finally take out his fingers and push into you.

he was so relentless in his movements, fingers coated in your wetness as he huffed at your desperation. flins found enjoyment in it, watching you writhe as you tried to push his fingers impossibly deeper, so eager for more.

"come on, [name]…", he laughed, placing wet kisses down your neck, nibbling and biting on your skin.

"don't you want to spend some more time with me? hm?"

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[q1ngqve]

just finished nod krai’s quests (finally) and varka… this is a little self indulgent im sorry HAHAHAH

imagine being held in his arms from the back… 🥺 the way he would grip onto your waist so fast when you turn away, angry at the fact that he put himself in danger. you know it’s his job, his personality, it’s just who he is, but that doesn’t stop you from worrying when he comes back to you bruised and bloody!!!

he’d laugh as he buries his face into your neck, you feel him breathe you in as you huff and wiggle, trying to free yourself from his tight embrace. “let me go!” and he’d only squeeze you harder, his voice rumbling through his chest against your back, “im sorry sweetheart, but you know i won’t.”

the urge to punch and kick him bubbles in your chest, but you melt instantly when you feel hot kisses against your neck, your body reacting instantly, neck tilting to the side without control, a soft sigh leaves you. he hums in amusement at your body’s reaction, “a few weeks without me and you’re this sensitive? guess i need to get you reacquainted with my touch, hmm?”

you muster all the strength you have to wiggle out of his arms and stare at him angrily, annoyed at how weak you are against his “schemes”, annoyed at how he’s so good at reading you, and mostly annoyed that he doesn’t seem to take his injuries seriously.

“you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

varka laughs as he leans against the table and watch you stomp into your shared bedroom, knowing you’ll be asking him to join you later because you can’t bear spending the night without him, not when he’s finally back home with you.

[clovisq]

→ ★ WHERE DO THEY KISS YOU ?

(flins, neuvillette, varka) — a/n : apologies if it’s a bit ooc

flins

- one of his favorite spots to kiss you is definitely the back of your hand

- he likes doing it to fluster you, and you can feel him smiling against your skin

- he does make sure to time it carefully and sparingly, so that it’s always a little surprise for you

- when he’s not kissing the back of your hand, he’s kissing you… basically everywhere else

- he thinks everything about you is wonderful and deserves appreciation, and what better way to show appreciation than to smother you in his kisses?

“how many more kisses do you need to give me?” you groaned with each time his lips pressed against your skin.

flins had made sure every inch of your exposed skin was kissed, from your collarbones to even your wrists.

but it seems even with the number of kisses he had given you so far, he wasn’t satisfied quite yet.

there was an adoring look in his eyes, and your words only served to amuse him. a chuckle escaped his lips, “mm… what a difficult question you’re posing, my light…”

he pretends to think about it, a contemplative expression on his features. you knew him well enough to know he already had an answer.

“is it such a crime to express how utterly enchanting you are?” he tilts his head, lowering his voice as he leaned in just a bit closer. his gaze turned sultry, and you could feel yourself growing hot from the way he stared at you.

“flins!”

“haha, i apologize. how about this… one more kiss to the lips? i promise to be content with merely one more.”

neuvillette

- he also enjoys kissing the back of your hand, usually as a greeting or farewell

- his favorite would definitely be cheek kisses though

- he prefers keeping kisses short and chaste, in case the melusines were nearby

- he is quite reserved, so anything more than that would take more persuasion from you

- but if you’re alone, he may be willing to indulge

“please? one kiss on the lips?”

you were trying to hard to convince neuvillette to give you more than just a simple peck on the cheek. you had even pulled out the best puppy eyes you knew how to do, giving him your best pleading and pitiful face.

“dearest, i…” he swallowed, and you could see the way his cheeks tinted pink. he averts his gaze, going silent for a few moments.

it was a quiet night. a night the two of you had to yourselves.

he supposes it should be okay then, to abandon the idea of being proper and polite.

without saying another word, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

no matter how much he pretended to not want it as much as you did, in the end he seemed to want this even more than you did.

and so you allowed him to kiss your lips once more.

“tell me if it’s too much for you to handle, dearest.” he whispers in your ear, and though you appreciated how much he cared about your every feeling, you were so frustrated from your desperation.

“i know i know! just keep kissing me! …please?”

“…of course. it’d be rude of me to deny you now.”

varka

- just like flins, he loves kissing you all over

- but especially your face

- if he wants to tease you, he’ll place kisses on your nape and behind your ears while sneaking up behind you

- loves to pepper your jawline and cheeks with kisses if he’s feeling particularly affectionate that day

- it gets 10x worse if he gets drunk… you won’t be escaping him for a while

“awwhhh… where are you *hic* going?” varka had a sulking look on his face as you attempted to escape his firm hold on you.

“we’re going home, varka. you’ve had too much to drink tonight.” you sighed at his current state, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed his clinginess.

“we’re having such a *hic* good time though, aren’t we?” he mumbles, trying to lean in for another kiss, only to be stopped by your palm covering his lips. “thought you.. mmh… liked my kisses..”

“not around other people, at least! and definitely not when your breath reeks of alcohol!” you groaned, an embarrassed look in your eyes.

“alright alright, we can head *hic* home.”

you thought that meant peace at last, a relieved exhale leaving you as he leaned on you for support.

“…because it’s the perfect *hic* place to give you more kisses.”

at first you were reluctant to be too loud in a public setting, but now all the other people around you could hear was your fierce scolding and his sheepish laughs.

[butteronabun]

What are we, you wonder, as Flins tucks the lock of your hair behind your ear when he sees you in the streets of Nasha Town, shopping for groceries.

What are we, you wonder, when Flins calls you his dearest, even though he literally calls anyone dear or dearest to him, like the esteemed Traveler and hardworking Illuga.

What are we, you wonder, when he keeps attaching himself on your side, instead of mingling with his other drinking buddies inside the flagship. You wonder if you’re really that interesting to talk to when he is connected with the Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius and the Boss of the Curatorium of Secrets. Or maybe Flins is still beside you because you’re just easy that to tease—an easy prey. An easy victim to his whims.

What are we, you finally ask him, one night, under his sheets, and while he peppers kisses all over your exposed collar bones.

When he hums, you repeat your question again. “W–what are we, Flins?”

He momentarily halts. Then, he lifts his head, blocking your view on the ceiling. He is equally as exposed as you, and equally as littered with bites and red marks. “Mm?”

“What are we?”

“Hm, good question,” He says, before putting a hand below his chin, pondering. “What do you think?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Hey, I’m asking you.”

“And now I’m asking you.”

“Ugh, we’re going to be in circles, aren’t we, Flins?”

“We are?” He smiles.

You groan, “Flins—“

He chuckles. “I take it, you’re not satisfied with my responses.”

“Responses? More like questions. You’re throwing it back at me!”

He chuckles again, before leaning down, and kissing you. “You get final say.” Then, he buries his face on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “An amusing query, really, based on our current circumstances.”

His hand slowly find yours—and your fingers intertwine. “You’re beneath me. I’m above you. And I’m kissing you. Kissing you for the past few hours, if we are counting. Also, we have claimed each other with our own marks. What do you think, my dearest? ‘What are we’?”

You pout. “Why can’t you say it out loud?”

“Oh? Does this imply that you want me to be the final say?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Hm.” There’s a fleeting kiss on your skin. “You’re not sure?”

Great treatment. He knows how to make you weak. Why must he treat you so delicately, but also bewilder you to ponder over his words. Actually, it’s not even a what are we that you should be asking. It should be, why are you like this? Why is he like this? “Umm—“

Another chuckle. Really great. He really knows how to attain the upper hand, even if you were the one who asked the million dollar question.

Then, he looks at you—tenderly, yet you know that there’s something else. “If you’ve made up your mind, I shall give you a final say.”

“What?”

“A final say.”

“I heard you the first time!”

“Alright then.”

“Alright—ugh, Flins. Fine. What are we? I want you to have the final say!”

Another mirthful laughter escapes from his lips, and his eyelids lower. He caresses your cheek, “Should I really state the obvious, now? I mean, I am about to kiss you again. Do we really need to declare our own status? Or is this merely out of societal pressures?”

Again with the stupid circles. You roll your eyes. “Flins!”

“Yes?”

“You know what! Just kiss me or whatever. I just know we’ll take forever.”

“Forever in kissing you? Oh, what a beautiful proposal. We shall implement and execute that as much as possible.”

“N–no, that’s not what I meant—I meant that you were going to take too long in answering—mmph!”

[mistyfiedthing]

being Zibai's favorite little mortal is not for the weak.

She's obsessed with you, dressing you in the finest silks she could weave, parading you around in her chariot, treating you like the princess you are to her. . .

Zibai just loves coming back to you just to lay her head in your lap as she tells you stories and complains about her day, she loves seeing your eyes light up when she gets you a new trinket, everything about you is just so endearing to her. And it makes her want to squish and squeeze you forever. . .

Your lips are like the most intoxication wine for her, soft and plush. Only the finest lip products are allowed to grace your lips, she won't have you wearing any sort of beauty product that isn't made from the finest and rarest materials in Lang Gan. It's only fair in her eyes.

Zibai who knows very well that human lives are different from that of an adepti, she watches your once youthful eyes dull with age, your body weakening as the years go by with doom in her heart. She knows you must leave his world at some point, but she still cannot let it happen. She does all in her power to let you live forever, pleading with Rex Lapis for a chance to have you with her for good, but it's no use of course. Mortals must die. It's the way life goes on.

So Zibai, your ever dutiful and loving wife watches the life fade away from your eyes, still treating you like you're her only life line in this cruel world.

Ever after her revival in this new Liyue, she still wears the jade ring she gave you all those years ago, her memory is still fuzzy and incoherent but she still remembers you, every detail about you still rests in her mind . . .

𝖮𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗁𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗓𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗎𝗋𝗂 (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 👅

[chrisssiren]

DIVIDER DUMP — WINTER PALETTE

⟢ i really like the curtain ones

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[genshinimpactresources]

Ggenshin Impact x Universal Resort Beijing Announcement Artwork

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[mistyfiedthing]

i dont rlly fw varcole but i cant stop thinking abt nicole and varka who are both inlove with reader and always fight over her attention 😭😭

Nicole: Hello my darling, do you want to hear about the romance tale ive been writing that totally isnt just self inserts of us being wives inlove and beating the shit out of varka . 🥹 Do you wanna read it 🥹

Reader: Uhhh..-

Varka, pushing nicole out of the way: Ew nicole thats stupid, how about you come with me and we drink until we pass out without stinky nicole 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Reader: ....

(I like to think varka and nicole have a sibling relationship and its even funnier when they're inlove with the same person)

[kiniche]

cameras on, flash !

pairing: kinich x reader (fem)

content: suggestive !! not exactly nsfw but slightly kinky … modern au (college/university), financial domination, barista reader, athlete kinich, dom/sub undertones

wc: 1.7k

an: perchance i write more for this ... im not too sure yet lmk what yall think kekeke

university was exhausting, miserable, and, most of all, expensive. 

tuition, housing, club fees, food– the expenses all started to add up.

it wasn’t until you opened your fridge after a long shift at the campus cafe, lutece, to stale bread and eggs, the same foods that remained your sustenance for weeks, that you decided you needed something on the side to help you live a little more comfortably. 

but you were in class most of the time, and you already had a part-time job—even though it didn’t pay the best, you were fortunate enough to work on campus.

so after a sleep-deprived night of searching for solutions online, it seemed the best option to make a little extra mora on your own time was… well… join a certain subscription-based platform and post some …intimate photos of yourself.

except digital footprint is forever, and you were terrified at the thought of the whole of teyvat seeing you like that. 

even though you had mostly given up the thought of making some more money, you stumbled upon a fairly obscure community of the internet that same night: financial domination.

it didn’t seem too bad after a little bit of research—while there was more of a fetish aspect to it, most of it was girls getting paid to be pretty. the really successful girls would post themselves suggestively; it didn’t seem as mortifying as the earlier option, and it wasn’t not like you thought you were jaw-droppingly beautiful, but you definitely believed you weren’t ugly–if others could do it… you guessed you could give it a try.

—

and just under a year later, that’s how you found yourself complaining to your co-worker and best friend, mualani. while the campus cafe was usually packed, most people had gone home for reading week, but you needed the money, and at least the emptiness of the cafe allowed you to whine over the sensitive topic.

“maybe i should give up. it’s been like a year since i started and i still haven’t blown up,” you groaned, phone in hand as you stared at your three-digit follower count. 

even with your full-time studies and part-time job, you still dedicated an immoderate amount of time into findom, hoping you’d catch a whale’s attention–just enough that you’d be able to pay off your student loans and live comfortably. but you found that your side hustle was just a bunch of acting; though mildly uncomfortable, you would enjoy it more if you were actually successful.

mualani threw her arm around you, eyes soft as she tried her best to give words of encouragement, “come onnn!! maybe your big break will be tomorrow… maybe even tonight! you can’t give up just yet!”

but you just felt so defeated. 

between trying to maintain enough anonymity online, to coming up with captions and figuring out camera angles that made you look best, you began to think it was time to move on.

“listen, you know I care about you…” her words sounded serious, but her tone didn’t, “i’ve seen the toll this whole thing is taking on you… maybe we should find you a boyfriend!” there it was.

you let out an exhausted sigh, chest heaving as you throw your arms over the counter of the cafe, your head following straight down.

“okay… my bad. seriously though, maybe give it a bit more time and then see if you’re ready to quit?” mualani mumbled, allowing you to finally hear the sympathy in her words.

“I guess.”

your head was still down as you contemplated reasons as to why you weren’t as successful as others. you had seen some new girls hit over 3k followers in the span of a week. posting as frequently as them, albeit a little less risque, you started to wonder… were you not attractive enough?

your contemplative trance snapped when you felt mualani’s elbow nudge your arm.

head snapping up, you looked back at your friend, but she seemed to have found herself busy polishing the silverware. her silence constituted a refusal to elaborate on the physical contact moments prior, instead only cocking her eyebrows toward the register with a smile.

you followed where her eyebrows pointed, only to be met with a customer who had just entered your place of work.

the unassuming boy studied the cafe menu a little longer than most customers did, and out of boredom, you watched. though his skin glistened with sweat and his compression shirt hugged his muscles, your eyes found focus on the bandana supporting his messy ebony hair.

“i’ll just have… an iced americano,” he said, sternly. 

you slowly punched his preference into the till, didn’t even bother to ask the name for the order. after all, he was the only customer there. leaving him with the terminal, you went to make his drink; nothing fancy, just ice, espresso, and water. 

before you could hand the drink over, mualani tutted while the boy was distracted on his phone, “don’t forget the cafe policy!” you hated that policy–handwritten notes on cups to ‘foster campus community.’ you widened your eyes sharply at her, silently questioning her career proactivity, but her smirk extended, reaffirming her position.

fostering campus community. although the proposition was good-intentioned, you thought it was a bit silly. sure, sometimes it also made you feel good writing little messages, but it was also a pain in the ass during rush hour. this time, you were in no rush; you decided to take advantage of the opportunity, hoping your customer would look past your aloofness and tip.

“here’s your iced americano,” you slide the drink across the counter.

“thanks.” his eyes scanned the cup: nice bandana : )

“before i forget, i forgot to ask you your name..? for the order, of course… for next time.”

he could sense the hesitancy in your voice. were you flirting with him?, he thought.

“kinich…” he trailed off, dark circled two-toned gold and green eyes scanning your nametag instead of returning the question.

you smiled awkwardly, dipping your head in an attempt to nod.

“right.. hope to see you around…!”

kinich gave a curt smile back before leaving.

…

once he was out the door, you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him. 

“sooo…. he’s kind of cute…!” mualani teased.

even though you didn’t want to admit it, she was right.

and that fact was enough for you to ignore the way he never tipped.

—

at home, you examined yourself in the mirror, head moving at different angles to check if you liked the way your makeup sat on your face, finishing the look with a touch of lipgloss. 

the photos you took this time had made you proud, and you so desperately hoped they’d get you some more attention. more attention meant more money… and although you were a bit scared to put them out, they felt riskier to post.

you uploaded the post, your heart pounding as you threw your phone across the bed, hands covering your face out of mild embarrassment, even though you were the only one in the room.

now, you just had to wait.

—

the discipline and dedication required for extreme sports are unmatched, and the training for it comes to a close second. kinich knows this. he knows from the way he gets up early every day to feed his lizard before training and attending his classes. he knows from cooking and packing his own meals to avoid paying for lunch on campus, and most of all, he knows it from the way he’s conditioned himself to stay practical; in his eyes, he’ll only pay for what he has to. even though he’s a firm believer in rewarding good work, he also believes it’s an employer’s job to pay their employees.

1300 mora for an iced americano? it’s basically daylight robbery, but then again, he knows he’s paying for campus convenience and labour. 

door opening when his fob hits the sensor, he’s happy to be back in the comfort of his place, with his devious little lizard, ajaw.

“you were good while i was gone?” he asked as he passed by ajaw’s terrarium.

silence. then a blink.

the soft hum of the microwave filled the room as kinich laid on his desk, resting his chin on his arm as he stared into the terrarium, reflecting on his day,

what a weird girl.

he looked back at the cup, glossing over your note before looking into his reflection on the terrarium glass.

did you really mean it when you asked his name ‘for next time?’ did you want to see him back there at lutece?

beep! beep! beep! 

suddenly interrupted by the microwave, he strolled back to the kitchenette as he scrolled through his phone, brushing past leaks of his favourite game. now wasn’t the time to be distracted. after all, he was about to enter into an extreme sports competition, and he couldn’t stray from his path. not for a girl–especially when he couldn’t be so sure that you were into him.

“new posts near you:”

as he opened the microwave and grabbed his bowl of spicy meat stew, he scrolled to the section that had just caught his eye, expecting to see what other students were getting up to,

it was you. 

then came the crash. stew everywhere on the hardwood floor. shards of broken porcelain scattered.

you, the same girl who served him coffee at the university cafe. 

the way you stared into the camera, the way your plump, glossy lips were slightly ajar, the way one arm pushed into your side to create cleavage.

fuck.

transfixed, kinich didn’t know what to feel. he gulped, heat growing in his cheeks and throbbing growing in both his chest and pants as he scrolled through the rest of your profile, studying each picture you posted. 

he quickly realized how different this post was. 

why these photos? why today?

kinich barely even knows you. to him, you’re just a barista who attends the same university.

but everything in his mind was telling him how wrong it felt for you to be posting this, 

for him to be seeing this, 

for him to be enjoying this.

and that fact, despite all his traditions and beliefs, was enough for him to tip.

“m4l1p0 sent 5000 mora!”

[miraeofficial]

nsfw flins hcs 😏

FREAKY FLINS! may appear as aloof and dignified, but beneath that cultivated sophistication is a man who battled his own lustful desires constantly. The restraint he had to force himself to abide by was a constant internal struggle; he couldn't stop his tired, wandering golden eyes from getting a glimpse of your chest—watching them bounce with each step you took or whenever you used animated hand gestures. He wondered if they could also bounce in the same motion when you're riding his cock, maybe even using his hands to grasp onto them as he thrust deeper inside you, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers. His mouth would water at the thought of sucking on them, wishing that milk would overflow from them and drip down his chin, while your hand brushed his long, purple hair with care, and you sweetly cooed at him. "Such a—Hyaaaah—just like thattt…greedy thing, mmhm?" He hummed in agreement, lolling his tongue around the hardened nipple, feeling it pebble even more under his touch.

FREAKY FLINS! bore the blood of a Fae, naturally, he would inherit heightened senses, specifically smell. To leave your clothes, or maybe your underwear, unattended in his humble abode, is the greatest mistake you would commit. The scent of your perfume, as if it were a drug to him, would linger in the air, filling his nostrils with a heady enticement. This lustful drive extended to drawing the material close to his nose, burying his face in the fabric, and inhaling deeply as if trying to consume your raw essence in one breath. His tongue flattened on the cloth, tasting the remnants of your presence, wetting it with his eager desire. He wished you could witness this side of him, so shameless and pathetic, and maybe whip him into submission with your disapproving gaze, then stuff the material inside his filthy mouth with his eyes half-lidded in anticipation of your punishment.

FREAKY FLINS! has the mouth of a refined gentleman when using the tongue of the usual Teyvat language directed to those around him, deliberately shaping him as a man with a mysterious and alluring aura. Though when using the language of a Fae, he has the unlimited capacity to speak whatever the depths of his desires dictate, for many people have little understanding of the true extent of his depravity. Thus, he abused that language in your presence—mostly while he was inside of you, grunting in pleasure and whispering obscenities that you will never know the true meaning of. "Spread yourself for me… aaaahhhhh… yes, precisely so." With both of your legs mercilessly pinned down in all their vulnerability, faint marks blooming across your skin from his rough hands, and his insatiable smirk watching the tide of your pleasure rise and fall. "Breathe, my darling; each breath—oooohhh, yesss—draws my seed deeper…" He leaned in closer to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispered, "You wished to be bred, am I correct? To carry my child, to be forever marked as mine?" He merely chuckled at your confused response but only uttered a whimper of pleasure in return. "Good girl…"

FREAKY FLINS! wished to be tied up, though he’d never admit it without a wry little smile. The notion of surrendering even a fraction of control thrilled him—silken rope crossing his wrists, gold eyes half-lidded as if to hide the way his pulse jumped. He’d murmur half-jokes about 'research into restraint,' yet the moment a knot slid tight, he’d exhale, long and trembling, as though the weight of his self-control had finally lifted. Every soft sound that left his throat betrayed how deeply he enjoyed being handled, even while pretending indifference. He liked the symmetry of it: his fine shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose the line of his collarbone, his hair falling over the bindings at his wrists. "Careful—haaah, oohh—" he’d drawl, voice still low and cultured, "I might start enjoying this far too much." The ropes became a language between you: every tug answered by a quiver, every brush of fingers across the knots answered by a breathy sound caught halfway between a curse and a plea.

To see him bound was to watch contradiction incarnate—the dignified Fae noble and lightkeeper reduced to stillness, yet radiating power even in submission. He would lift his head, eyes hazy, and whisper something in his native tongue—words that could mean "more," or "harder," or simply "please." Whatever their meaning, they always ended the same: with him shivering against his restraints, a faint smile curving his mouth, murmuring through his teeth, "Just like that… yes… haaah—keep me right here, masterrrrr."

[mistyfiedthing]

vampyre!reader turning into a bat so Varka can have a glorified labubu?? Like sitting on his shoulder 😭

𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝟤𝟦 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖻𝗎𝖻𝗎 ．

－𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒

When you're tired, you'd turn into your bat form and hide somewhere nice and dark to take a nap.

That 'nice and dark place' is probably always the inside of Varka's coat, it's so warm.. so cozy.. so hard to resist.. of course Varka can't say no to you, especially when you look sooo cute as a small bat! He can't help but carry you around all the time!

Well, since only a very select few are aware about your true identity as a Vampire, the other knights found it a bit strange when their grandmaster returned one day from a patrol with you and came back with a small bat on his shoulder, nuzzling in the furs of his coat..

On some days you'll want to be all sneaky and silly and hook yourself onto Varka without him noticing, just you hanging there, giggling internally at how he hasn't noticed you yet.

Varka will also try and teach you tricks while you're in your bat form, of course you found this utterly humiliating and Varka found it sooo hilarious watching a tiny bat glare up at him, (till now he taught you how to roll over and hang from his finger.)

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗎𝖻𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 („ಡωಡ„)

[butteronabun]

Flins doesn’t mind shopping for groceries. In fact, you can see him all (..◜ᴗ◝..) whenever he goes to the market. Every product he takes from the shelf is your favorite. He’s taking everything in consideration, of course, if the money on his pockets will be able to purchase it—but no matter, what matters is you, so it’s more than okay for him to cover the costs.

Every step he takes towards the direction of your shared home widens his tiny smile. What will be your reaction, he wonders. Will you beam at him? Give him a quick hug? Slip a tiny kiss? Oh, he can’t wait, truly.

( Overall, he’s a very content fae who really, really doesn’t mind shopping for his favorite human. )

“I’m glad to know that you have been restocking a lot recently, Sir Flins,” Illuga says, nodding in approval as he checks his cabinets.

“Oh?” Flins says from the chair he’s sitting, swirling himself a glass of liquid that definitely looks like wine. “Does this mean the Young Master won’t visit me anymore for supplies?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll still visit you either way,” Illuga huffs, and proceeds to check the drawers. “But seriously. . . you’ve restocked a lot. Is there an occasion I’m missing out on?”

Illuga hears him chuckle, so he turns around, confused. “What?”

“Oh. Do not mind me.” Flins takes a sip.

“What. Now that makes me more curious. Come on, spill. What is it that you are hiding?” Illuga narrows his eyes at him. “And don’t give me any cups of water just to distract me. I’m quite hydrated, thank you very much.”

“Well. This is actually elementary for someone who’s the Captain of the Investigation Squad,” Flins remarks, skittish. “You are aware of my appetite. It’s simple to deduce from there.”

“Yes. You usually eat in light amounts. Though that still doesn’t add up to you restocking in huge numbers. We can surmise that you’re doing this out of hospitality whenever you have visitors, but this is more than before.”

“Astute and sharp as ever.” Flins smiles. “Well then. Let the world answer for you.”

“Huh?”

Footsteps. There are footsteps approaching—and Illuga is none the wiser. On the doorway, a figure makes their appearance: hair a bit disheveled, and clothes slightly wrinkled. The person has their lids shut while their other hand rubs on the other side of their eye—an indication that this individual has just woken up from their sleep.

“Morning,” They yawn. “Kyryll, can I brew myself some coffee? I still feel very sleepy.”

“Of course, my jewel. You can do whatever you like,” Flins responds, and Illuga sees his co-worker emanating a different kind of light—usually it’s dim, intimidating, and commanding, especially whenever he’s in whenever, but this time? It’s radiant. Like a golden sunset from the horizon. “Would you like some eggs? I can cook some for you.”

“No need. Jus’ coffee.”

The person opens their eyes, and finally meets the Captain’s flabbergasted gaze.

Silence.

And then—

“KYRYLL!” The individual runs away, leaving the room immediately, evidently embarrassed. “Have you no shame?! You didn’t tell me that we had someone here!”

Ruckus can be heard from somewhere inside the lighthouse, and Illuga feels his cheeks steam. Kyryll. A person who has just woken up.

The gears are turning.

Does this mean. . . does this mean. . . ?!

Illuga feels himself being flustered as well.

“Sir Flins, you— you— was that person your. . .”

“Why, yes, Master Illuga.” Flins’ smile widens. “I congratulate you for reaching to the correct conclusion, despite not saying it out loud. Your expression is more than enough for me to perceive that you are correct. They’re very endearing, ‘no?”

( Illuga spends the rest of his time admonishing Flins over his ‘lack of decorum’ and ‘lack of updating everyone’ before you finally come back, with a hair definitely not a mess anymore, and clothes not unwrinkled anymore.

Flins finds the whole thing still amusing, however. He continues sipping his wine while the humans he cherished so much conversed in front of him. )

inspired by this fanart

[lysarion]

╰ ON HIS KNEES ／ VARKA ⟢

SYNOPSIS: in which, varka drunkenly reveals the secret ingredient in getting you to forgive him.

𖥔 WORDCOUNT: 850 ┆ 𖥔 TAGS. @millurie @axolotsofluv @tragedy-of-commons @al97649 -> come join the taglist here!

𖥔 WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, wine, and drinking, cameo for diluc, and kaeya, varka is highkey drunk and incredibly embarrassing, established relationships, not fully proofread; expect mistakes!

♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ i genuinely didn't expect to like writing him this much. SOMEONE RELEASE ME

varka is not above knowing he's done something wrong. arguably, during arguments with the love of his life (re: you), it's always him that notices that he's crossed a line or has done something that will upset you—if not at that moment, then later when it culminates like a sleeping volcano.

it's something you're eternally grateful for. it's not every day a man has enough braincells loitering in his head to actually realize his or your mistakes without undermining the feelings of both parties. on the other hand, you are deeply, unfathomably embarrassed in varka's way of apologizing.

"please my love, i'm really, really sorry," he says with tears threatening to spill from the edges of his eyes, voice slurring, shoulders hiccupping, and cheeks flushed from the alcohol. you push away varka's face before he can nuzzle at your stomach with a chagrined huff. "you're ignoring meee. m'really sorry, 'kay? i promise i didn't mean for it to happen! i swear, love, please believe meeee."

you've made a fatal mistake of getting mad at him before getting home. because for all of varka's bulging muscles and intimidating frame, he knows how to beg. and he begs, quite loudly, for that matter.

you throw a pleading glance at diluc from the counter as varka's fellow knights huddle and holler for you to forgive their grandmaster. when the redhead turns his back on you, you throw a spoon in his direction and watch in satisfaction when it hits him square in the nape.

'this is your fault.' you mouth to him, still trying to prevent varka from swallowing you in a hug that'll suffocate you.

'i plead innocent.' diluc mouths back and returns to wiping down his already shining wine glass.

your brows twitch in annoyance at the lack of assistance, your patience growing thin when kaeya has the nerve to egg on varka's begging by saying he's not saying sorry enough. you kick his leg from under the table as a warning, while varka, ever the idiot that he is when he has too much alcohol running in his system, begins barking out even more apologies that threaten to turn you deaf by the morning.

"yeah, you're right kaeya!" varka slurs, dropping his head on your shoulders and wrapping both arms around your waist in a tight hug. "maybe i should get on my knees. that usually works when you're mad at me."

kaeya nearly spits out his drink at varka's words.

"varka, enough!" you chide, pushing his face away from your ear and watching the way his lips jut out into a pathetic pout, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes once more. your resolve crumbles a little at his expression—if you squint hard enough or maybe down a few more cups of beer, you'd see a pair of flattened ears atop his head and a tail thumping dejectedly between his legs.

you take a deep breath, rising from your seat, and throw a tight smile at kaeya's direction. "we'll be retiring for the night. thank you for the lovely company, kaeya."

"of course. anytime for my favorite couple!"

you want to gauge out kaeya's other eye when he winks at you. you don't, obviously. you'd rather not cause an even bigger scene than your lover, who has now resorted to using you as his walking stick when he stumbles over his own feet or trips over thin air. another facetious sigh escapes you when you sling one of varka's arms over your shoulders and he doesn't miss the opportunity to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek.

"what am i gonna do with you, varka…" you ask absentmindedly. taking measured steps as varka wordlessly allows you to lug him across the dimly lit streets of mondstatd.

"'m really sorry, [name]. please don't go find another man to marry," he begs, voice cracking by the end of his sentence.

"you're such an idiot," you snicker. "but you're my idiot. i'm not gonna go finding a new lover over something so silly, varka."

"but you're mad at me!"

"i'm worried. there's a difference."

"is it because i didn't go home when i told you i'd come back after work?" he asks in earnest.

you nod. "yes, i thought something bad had happened to you. i'd appreciate it if you tell me if you're going out drinking until dawn instead of pacing around the house for hours."

varka leans a little more of his weight on you when you reach your front porch. his nose nuzzles the side of your cheek, his growing stubble poking at your skin as you card your fingers into his already tousled hair.

"'m sorry, my love. i promise to do better next time. i swear it on my honor."

you let out an amused chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief as he swoops in to capture your lips into a kiss. when you part, he chases after you like a parched man in the desert. you boop his nose with a smile and usher him inside. "i know, big guy. i forgive you."

© 𝓵ysarion 2025 — do not plagiarize, repost, or translate works without the knowledge or consent of the creator in other platforms or websites.