I considered drawing a single frame of the three of them on a run together for about 0.3 seconds before this comic came knocking
Some rough context:
Mira walking down some stairs, carrying a gym bag. She’s headed to get a quiet workout or stretch in, work on some forms after a long day at a shoot.
It’s late. She thinks Rumi is asleep and left Zoey upstairs rummaging in the fridge for a snack.
She flicks on the lights in their gym, stuttering to a stop at what’s revealed. It’s a mess- mirrors broken, glass scattered across the floor, and she notices the spots and streaks of red just as the last set of lights flicker on, revealing a purple braid and familiar form lying still.
(Don’t think about Mira’s shouts and the honmoon rippling catching Zoey’s attention and the glass she drops shattering on the kitchen floor as she sprints for the stairs)
OR
Mira and Zoey get back late from something (meeting, shopping, Mira went to consult/support on a shoot Zoey was in, etc etc. Rumi stayed home for some quiet or had other obligations, got back first).
Mira and Zoey get home and are toe-ing off their shoes when a strange sound catches Zoey’s ear. She glances over to the wall of windows, squinting as something looks off, and there’s an odd whistling coming from that direction.
“Hey, there’s a hole in the-“ Zoey’s words are cut of by the ragged sound dragged from Mira’s throat.
“RUMI!!” Mira sees Rumi first, her height giving her just enough advantage to spot the prone form behind the couch. She leaps over the couch, her landing making an awful squelching as she falls to her knees in the dark stain spreading around Rumi.
(There’s a hole in the window bc yknow most demons are dumb and kinda ancient but a HUMAN who made a recent deal with gwima, someone with a lot of power and money about to lose it all… they would know you can HIRE people for this kinda thing. That even if this girl is some kinda supernatural superhero, there’s not much that can stop a bullet from a high-powered rifle, supernatural or not.
“Bet no one has tried to test the hunters’ power against a bullet yet,” they think.
Also I just think… the building has their name on it and that’s such a pretty bank of windows and if I was the third hunter or another old retired hunter or a hunter from another country who saw a demon girl on TV who is supposedly part of the Korean hunter trio…)
Info: Just some cute random scenarios for Girl-Dad Varka!
Warnings: Fluff, Child!Character! Afab!, not proof-read, Platonic (obv?), very subtle angst, Used the term ‘Kiddo’ because he’d absolutely say that.
Notes: I’m sorry it’s not Gender neutral! It’s more of a personal indulgence thing because my brain is being mean and I wanted something soft and fluffy :P
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Varka is a strong, stubborn man.
Single handedly leading his troop through the sharpened claws of the Wild Hunt; earning not just Mondstadts respect, but the reverence of several other nations too.
So how is it that this bear of a man was now sat criss-cross apple-sauce on the ground, surrounded by a pile of sparkly, multicoloured bows, and a look of sheer defeat plastered across his face.
“Are you absolutely sure you need this hairstyle, Kiddo?”
The blond mountain of a man grumbled as he glared at the offending picture his little daughter had eagerly given as inspiration.
“M’hm! I wanna look like a princess!”
“O-oh, well… would it work if I told you that you already look like a princess?”
“Dad!”
“Okay, okay! Just putting it out there.”
Lisa was the first one to witness the abomination of a hairstyle that graced the little girls head. Bows sticking out firm places they shouldn’t, and tangled strands that would take more than just a miracle from Barbatos to remove — but she was happy with her new up-do, and Varka was beaming with pride while wearing his own shiny bow to match.
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Varka is a very hands-on dad.
Where-ever his daughter goes, he’s not far behind! Usually wearing some form of tiara or bow, much to the delight of the knights.
He’s assigned everyone he knows to a specific ‘undercover’ role whenever he can’t personally be there!
Lisa is a personal tutor, of course - Kaeya is the fun uncle that has the perfect balance of commitment to duty, and borderline rule breaking fun - Jean is second in command when it comes to rule making and parental authority - Diluc is the begrudgingly compliant, yet secretly soft hearted babysitter - Venti is the reason why Diluc is now babysitter… the list goes on.
He’s not exactly great when it comes to restraint.
If his little girl wants a plate of freshly baked cookies at bedtime, then Archons be damned if she’s not getting them.
Couldn’t wait to get started on her training!
Doesn’t baby her about it either, surprisingly.
She has to grow her skills and take her training seriously if she’s interested in joining the knights, after all. He’d never forgive himself if she ended up hurt because he neglected to teach her proper techniques.
Had a panic attack the first time Amber took her gliding for her birthday.
If Jean sentences her to solitary confinement with Klee after committing shenanigans, Varka will have to fight tooth and nail to stop himself from ‘rescuing’ her.
When she was a baby, he constantly wore those baby-pouch things with so much pride. Even tried to dress ‘more like a dad’ during days off.
Yes, Hawaiian shirt, socks, sandals, the whole kit.
Absolutely horrible at dad jokes, but bless his poor soul because it’s not for the sake of trying.
Hangs every drawing she makes up on the knights info board so everyone has to see how talented she is!
Has a sticker sheet he keeps with him at all times so she can play with them if she’s bored.
Atrocious fashion sense.
Lisa and Eula had to take matters into their to their own hands after Varka had her walking around in a pair of plaid print leggings and a rainbow tutu.
Has a small portrait of her that he commissioned Albedo to paint, and always says goodnight to it during his time away from Mondstadt.
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“Dad…?”
The soft squeak of Varkas bedroom door pulls him out of his thoughts. The bed creaking softly beneath him as he shifts to look at the small girl clutching her fluffy boar plushie.
“Hey kiddo — can’t sleep?”
The little girl shook her head; small feet patting against the wooden floorboards as she makes her way over to her father.
“I didn’t want you to go without saying bye-bye.”
Varka let out a sigh; a sound that heavily concealed the aching in his heart at the sight of his daughter’s sad face.
Picking her up, Varka sat her down on his lap, taking a moment to grab a blanket from the bed and wrap her up in a warm, snuggly cocoon.
“Hey, you know I’d never leave without saying goodbye to my favourite girl. Need those big hugs of yours to keep me nice and strong, after all.”
Varka had insisted on convincing her that the only reason he was so strong, was because her hugs were magic. A silly notion, but he couldn’t help the way she always lit up and bragged to Lisa about her ‘magic powers’.
“Are you gonna be gone for a long time, like last time…?”
Varka frowned. He honestly didn’t know how long his expedition would be.
“You know I can’t say for sure… but what I can promise you, is that I will come home — I’ll always come home.”
“Pinkie promise?”
“Pinkie promise.”
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