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you should…. Totally draw black sapphire x reader….. I need to smooch him….
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my gay ass craves the devious little emo twink
hello i join the event may i request dan heng x reader march take a pic of y/n and DH kissing
hi hi ty for requesting, sorry for the wait!!! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! i got carried away and did a little colouring ⌯>ᴗo⌯ಣ
guys. GUYS.
IM SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I WAS WORKING ON THIS ALL NIGHT
Btw guys i started a tiktok account to post more general art stuff (but also dan heng hehe) so id appreciate if u followed it maybe… -> @blushhho
Also hello my fellow dan heng lovers i know uve been starved but lets just forget about that for now shall we….
stop putting ur shitty ass oc in the x reader tag
guys. GUYS.
IM SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I WAS WORKING ON THIS ALL NIGHT
Btw guys i started a tiktok account to post more general art stuff (but also dan heng hehe) so id appreciate if u followed it maybe… -> @blushhho
Also hello my fellow dan heng lovers i know uve been starved but lets just forget about that for now shall we….
Hello so the Soldier Boy x Top male reader it is. Because I don't think I've seen more than three(maybe one more)fics like this. 😞
I've read the like headcanon thing you wrote for him,loved it. And I kinda wanna see it in action. Like actually a one shot or drabble. Don't make it too long,don't wanna take a lot of your time.
Maybe reader getting too handsy and kissy like all over his body(can't blame him cuz his body is..)but Soldier Boy ends up liking it.
Thank you you're great. Even if you're not gonna write this👍
Soldier boy x “handsy” Male reader
⚠️ Warnings!!- dubcon due to initial resistance and reluctance, power imbalance, rough language and dirty talk, body worship, heavy kissing and touching.⚠️
The safehouse is quiet except for the low hum of the old fridge. Soldier Boy is sprawled on the couch, suit half-unzipped after a long night, chest glistening faintly with sweat. He’s got a bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers, looking every bit the untouchable supe.
You’ve been watching him too closely again. That body—broad, powerful, every muscle carved like it was made for war—makes it impossible to keep your hands to yourself.
GOOOOOOODDDDDD 😂😂😂😂😂😂😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛 I DESPERATELY WANT TO TOP THE SHIT OUT OF THIS MAN
varka in chp 6 probably..
i'll try and improve more :'D
masterlist
SO KEWWTTTTT
take that everybody
This is my final statement regarding Pressure, including the situation around it and any further works from me. Of course, this is all in support of Ren. However, I wish to focus this post towards Zerum, specifically “Sebastian Solace”. I feel obligated to share the truth from my short yet surprisingly telling experience working on his ref sheet.
I would also like to take this time to finalize my stance as an artist and a person, now that it’s been a second.
So I need to show it here too
— in the dead of the night (i hold you tight)
mondstadt is filled with more life and joy than ever before with the return of the grand master and the expedition knights, echoes of laughter and drunken tales trickling into every crevice of the city. but in the dead of the night, it is only you who knows the extent of what he has endured, and it is only you whom he trusts to show the barest and most vulnerable parts of himself.
CONTAINS : gn!reader, 4.7k wc, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship (married), nightmares, death & mentions of death, brief(?) descriptions blood, spoilers for varka's story quest, takes place after his story quest when the expedition returns, varka needs a hug ;w; a nice warm and tight hug ;w; you need a hug too ;w; it's okay, you hug each other :3 yearner varka as always
A/N : inspired by this this fan comic that desecrated my solar plexus and rendered me unable to comprehend anything even now, a week later, and u should definitely check it out... haha... but i also thought it would be interesting to explore the more ptsd side of things bc his quest definitely... yeah...
The City of Freedom has always stayed true to its moniker.
The breeze blows in whichever way it wishes; the people are able to choose their own path; the adults are free to choose how they spend their day; the children run around and follow wherever it is their heart leads; the animals roam the streets regardless of who or what lurks in the shadows; the city walls welcomes whoever steps foot into its domain.
The City of Freedom has always stayed true to its moniker. While it wasn’t always quite so peaceful — quite so free and left to the will of its people — it has been a prominent aspect throughout recent times. From two thousand years ago to now, peace and freedom has found its home within Mondstadt; even more so during the recent years where the citizens have slowly begun to forget what times of turmoil and strife are like.
Such as now.
uhm uhm boothill x oc as HyuLuka.. im so shy...
take that everybody
the first time you see varka, he’s laughing.
his laughter fills the whole courtyard, bouncing off the stone walls of mondstadt’s headquarters like thunder rolling off stormbearer mountains. it’s deep and warm and real.
you stop walking, looking over at him. you hadn’t expected him to be that… big.
not just tall— though he is, towering over everyone like he was carved from the same rock as dragonspine, but he is broad and solid. a man built like he could carry a whole squad on his back through a blizzard and still ask if anyone wanted a break halfway up the mountain.
he notices you staring.
“you’re the new recruit?” he asks, and his voice is just as big as the rest of him, although softened by the curious. his eyes are bright blue, like the sky after wind cleans all the clouds away.
you try to stand straighter. “yes, grand master varka.”
he hums, circles you once, slow and thoughtful, like you’re a puzzle he’s going to solve, assessing you with interest.
“too stiff,” he decides finally.
“…sir?”
“you look like you’re about to fight a dragon. relax.” his grin widens. “i only bite on special occasions.”
you blink, confused, as he pats your shoulder with a heavy hand.
your heart does something very, very embarrassing in your chest.
—
training with varka is nothing like training with anyone else.
he doesn’t just tell you what you’re doing wrong—he mostly fixes it himself. large, warm hands guiding your shoulders back, nudging your wrist so your blade catches the light just right. his touch is steady, careful, like he’s handling something precious despite the fact he could probably lift you with one arm.
“strength is important,” he says from behind you, voice rumbling near your ear like distant thunder. “but heart matters more.”
his chest is almost flush against your back. you can feel the quiet power in him; restrained, controlled, like a sleeping lion.
you swallow hard. “what if someone doesn’t have enough strength?”
he pauses, then gently taps your forehead with two fingers.
“that’s alright. i’ll let you borrow mine.”
you think you fall in love a little right there.
—
later, when the expedition team returns from a long patrol, you’re waiting at the gates.
you hadn’t meant to be, of course.
you just… happened to finish your work early and happened to wander in this direction. you also happened to lean against the gate and absolutely not wait for anyone in particular.
he spots you immediately.
the grin that spreads across his face is brighter than the sun hitting mondstadt’s windmills.
“you waited?” he calls out, already walking faster.
you try to sound casual, shrugging nonchalantly. “i was passing by.”
“mm.” he stops right in front of you. dusty from travel, cloak torn at the edge, hair wind-swept and sticking up in three different directions. he looks tired. he looks happy. “then pass by again tomorrow.”
“why?”
“so i can see you first.”
you look down to hide the smile splitting your lips.
varka tilts his head, and something in his expression softens. the loud, charismatic grand master fades, leaving just a man. a man who has spent too long on cold battlefields and not enough time near something warm and gentle.
“you make coming home feel different,” he admits quietly.
different.
you have a feeling he’s giving you something fragile and hoping you’ll hold it carefully. you reach up, hesitant at first, and brush a smudge of dirt from his cheek.
he stills completely.
for a man said to rival the strongest warriors in all of teyvat, he looks almost startled by the tenderness. his eyes widen, just a little.
“you’re staring,” you whisper.
“i am,” he agrees shamelessly. a slow smile curves his lips. “i like what i see.”
you laugh, bright and surprised, and he exhales like he’s just won something priceless.
carefully, as if handling something sacred, he cups your face in both hands. his palms are rough, calloused from years of swords and shields, but his touch is impossibly gentle.
“may i?”
you nod.
his kiss is warm and slow. you feel yourself melt into his hold, fingers digging into his shoulders. when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath is warm on your skin.
“you’ll visit when i leave again?” he asks softly.
“of course.”
he smiles, softer than before; a smile meant only for you, private and precious.
“then i’ll always come back.”
and somehow, with varka— with his laugh like thunder and his hands so careful and his heart so impossibly big— you believe it.
[ an. my pitiful attempts at writing varka with little to no development to their relationship but a kiss nonetheless ]
REMINDER: Phainon is NOT a Himbo. This man read his books rigorously, to the point where they were left in tatters. He's extremely skilled in Rhetoric, Math, Logic, Poetry and according to Tribbie, his planning skills are unmatched. He won 10 consecutive debate championships at the Grove of Epiphany. Anaxa refers to him as one of his most exceptional students. Even his handwriting is neat and elegant. It's been hinted by various characters that Phainon is very aware of his strengths as well and will not hesitate to utilize them. Do not undermine one of the sexiest aspects of him through misappropriation 💔
Walk with me y’all. Princess!Reader x Knight!Varka. I know it’s cliche, but hear me out!
Princess!Reader who is forced into a contractual marriage with a neighboring kingdom’s prince. It’s a marriage of convenience, at least for your kingdom, as it was the only way the much more prosperous nation would even consider an alliance with your own meek one.
Princess!Reader who is often neglected by her betrothed. He’s as disinterested in the marriage as you are, if not more so. This leads you to bond with the only other person allowed around you (as per the reigning king’s orders), the Captain of the Royal Knights, Knight!Varka.
At first, his company feels forced. He clings to you like a shadow—follows you everywhere you go, even within the palace grounds. You don’t necessarily blame him for it; he’s simply obeying orders.
Whether those orders were to keep you safe, or to keep you from running away… you weren’t entirely sure. Nonetheless, it’s the situation you were stuck with.
But over time, you start to cozy up to him. Really, Knight!Varka is everything your husband-to-be is not; he’s warm, friendly, funny, easy-going—if you’re being honest, his personality is a bit contradictory to his imposing and intimidating appearance, but you find it rather… endearing.
And before you really know it, your feelings towards him start to shift. You start to look forward to his constant presence as your guard; and it starts to feel more like a real companionship than a formal transaction.
When you aren’t with him, your mind is. He crops up in your thoughts even at the most inappropriate of times—such as when you’re with your betrothed. During royal events, such as the pompous balls the king is favorable of throwing, you can’t help but let your eyes wander to Knight!Varka. You search him out in a crowd, even though spotting him makes you itch to wander from your husband and join him instead (which would be… well, highly indecent, to say the least).
And these feelings you have… they are fully reciprocated by Knight!Varka. Honestly, he was lovestruck by you the instant he laid his eyes on you. You were just so beautiful, and as he got to know you—really know you—it was just inevitable that he would fall so hard.
In the late hours of the night, Knight!Varka finds himself truffling past your chambers over and over, despite having numerous thousands of square feet left to patrol. Sometimes he pauses and strains his ears, in hopes of picking up even the slightest sound from you. He knows it isn’t right, knows you’re meant to be his queen… but he just can’t help it. Can’t help but imagine what it would be like to be the one you’re betrothed to, instead of the prince he was crafted and molded to swear his life to.
And for the first time ever, he feels himself start to war between duty and what his heart aches for…
AOOWWWOWOOOWO THE POTENTIALLLL ARRRRGH! Like, the angst and simmering, forbidden romance of it allllll alright I’m done ugh I just had to get this out of my system 😭😭 I actually need Varka soooo baddddd NNNGGG