hi everyone! um, i've been lacking a bit with posts and stuff.. i've been focusing more on digital art or just art in general, and other hobbies and such. i am trying to make my last month and a half of vacation to the fullest, i won't be quiting anytime soon though!
Varka x Reader | Words: 663 | Summary: Varka confesses his love to you | Based on one of Varka's voicelines when opening treasure chests.
“If you want it, it’s yours. It’s always been yours.”
Your heart skipped a beat as his words registered. This wasn’t a joking, half drunk confession. This was Varka, staring at you with his big blue eyes, confessing to you, in a corner of Angel’s Share.
You practically choked on your wine. You frantically wiped at your mouth after a bit of spluttering. Varka only continued to hold your gaze, his brows raised at your reaction.
“Var -- Varka,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, leaning forward. He matched your movement, ducking his head towards yours as his smile grew. “What are you saying?”
“My heart,” he whispered, almost conspiratorily. Your heads were so close together you could smell the ale on his breath, and the musk of his sweat from the day’s training sessions with the knights. “If you want it, it’s yours,” he repeated, nodding as he sat back up and took a long swig of his drink.
Confessing his love? You gaped at the man you had known for years. The man you had jokingly flirted back and forth with since you were teenagers. The man who had disappeared on an expedition for five years and had just returned to Mondstadt.
“I … I … Varka,” you stuttered, shaking your head. You were too drunk for this. Too drunk to be confessing long held feelings for each other over drinks. You steeled yourself, still unbelieving. “Varka, you’re drunk.”
He laughed, heartily, his gaze not leaving yours. “I don’t have to be drunk to know how much I love you.” He held your gaze, setting aside his drink and turning to you fully. He squared his shoulders, dropped the cocky grin you knew all too well, and leaned forward, elbows on the table and hands clasped in front of him.
You had short circuited. Your thoughts were flying a mile a minute. It felt as if the air in the room had been sucked out through the open window.
He reached over and placed a hand over yours on the table, gently saying your name. “You don’t -” he started, swallowing thickly as his sure gaze faltered for a moment. “You don’t have to say it back.”
You shook your head and scoffed, wanting to slap him across his handsome cheek. “You don’t know how long I have wanted to hear those words from your mouth,” you started, leaning forward.
Varka straightened a bit, his smile growing as you pushed onto your elbows on the table. “Oh?”
“Do you know how hard it was watching you leave for that expedition, knowing you would probably die out there? Knowing I’d most likely never see you again?” Your voice was rising, but still hushed enough that the patrons across the bar didn’t hear. “I’ve loved you for years, and … and …”
His smile was wide as he stared at you. The blush had crept into your cheeks, darkening your complexion. Tears threatened to spill over your lashes, although the smile you wore was growing.
You tossed your hands up, slumping back in your seat and looking around the room. “You’re an idiot, Varka. And I love you so much.”
His chuckle filled the space between you, his smile widening. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He stood, and held a hand out to you. “Let me walk you home?”
You stood, and briefly shot a glance over his shoulder at the other patrons. You grabbed the front of his coat and pulled him down. For years you had wondered what kissing him would be like. He hesitated briefly, but relaxed into the chaste kiss, hands finding your waist.
Pulling back, you looked up at his flushed face. You nodded, composing yourself as you took a half step back. “Let’s get out of here,” you repeated his words, brushing your sweaty palms on your skirts.
He chuckled, thumb running along his lower lip as he turned to follow you out of the bar.
honestly, i'm not one to speak about issues within a fandom. i really loved tadc, i thought it was a unique indie animation that has brilliant writing. jax being one of the two main characters was fine to me, i thought it was just a creator's choice, only to know it was a result of misogyny.
and with the lack of attention to the backgrounds of certain characters, or should i say most of the cast. ragatha, gangle, zooble, and others whose characters' backstories have been thrown off the roof. again, i thought it was another creator's choice of writing and it will be explained in some future episode.
i'm extremely mournful about what has happened to show. the potential stories it could have only to be ruined by the creator itself :(
OMG thank yew so mach everyone who helped me reach this goal!!
i've been through three accounts, this being my third one. in those two accounts, all i did was to write for the likes and followers and such. but this account differs, i started to write as a passion project out of boredom and i never expected anything to it. and it was totally worth it 😭😭😭
lohen is the type of man who would have no mercy over your climaxes.
no he doesn't care. it's been four hours since you had your last orgasm, no, he doesn't care that you're on the brink of breaking. he will just restrain you from anything that would help you release. his fingers could be caressing your insides, but he'll pull it instantly once he feels you slightly clench on his fingers.
you're on your knees, pleading to him, begging to help you orgasm. but he doesn't answer to your plea, and he just sadistically laughs at you. and then he'll just put you in another painful three hours of edging to your peak. he loves to laugh when beads of tears prick the corner of your eyes.
you've got mail ✉ ! i hate how genshin is so scared of putting the littlest thing like facial hair or tanned skin and not just a slightly darkened skin tone.
✦ varka is tan. there's no way he's paper white like his model; he's probably/literally spending hours on expeditions that expose his skin to the sun. his skin darkens every time he comes from a mission.
✦ varka at least somewhat has a beard or stubble below his chin. he's met crepus before; it just means he's a middle-aged man. a badly shaved beard would definitely make sense. being out in the wilderness means there may be a lack of hygiene tools, and he uses his heavy claymore to unevenly shave his chin and jaw.
✦ varka has multiple scars on his body. i firmly believe he has more than the few visible on his model. his scars are darker than his skin tone, varying in shape and size, and more often than not, they overlap each other. each wound entails a story of his blazing wins, or unwanted defeats, but each of them represents his bravery.
✦ varka has pointy canines, or a snaggle tooth. something about it fits him, especially it is a wolf-like feature. every time he flashes a smile, his tooth is an outstanding feature that is easily noticed. to him, it looks cool, that it makes him intimidating, but really it makes him such a cutie.
✦ varka having a prosthetic limb or maybe similar to jinx's from arcane, a finger. he's definitely had some incident where he had to get a part of his body removed. it would show how selfless he is to protect his people.
✦ varka has some parts of his hair burnt. and it's all because of a hilichurl who threw a pyro slime at him, he dodges it effortlessly, but some strands of his hair get caught by the burning slime. it's not easily noticeable but to the people who did worried a bit too much about his precious strands being ruined. but to varka it was nothing, he treated it like the scars in his body.
I haven't written anything tadc fics for a while, I think I really got turned off when the problematic issues popped up and how terrible glitch is handling it and their theaters 🥲🥲🥲
I'M FEELING A BIT THIRSTY .. CAN YOU HELP ME HYDRATE ?
synopsis. while varka's usual nightly drinks, you were left alone by the other knights for you to babysit him as you were his right-hand knight
wc. 2.9k words, 16.5k chars | genre. fluff, smut | cw/tags. drinking, alcohol, nicknames, swearing, intercourse, sexual terms, power play, eating you out, f!reader
you've got mail ✉ ! trying out this header, not sure how to feel about it lol. sorry for the lack of posts, i trying to focus on quality over quantity in my fics. also i very much am obsessed with varka, even if i missed his banner..
varka scarfs down on his what? fifth mug of dandelion wine? he couldn't exactly count how many he had chugged; the delicious alcohol had intoxicated his ability to think straight. the alcoholic drink left a tangy taste on his tongue; it was addicting to him, although he could feel the room spin while his throat burned with delight. nevertheless, he would always ignore the effects by drinking one goblet after another.
his large hand spun his half-filled drink, the liquid swayed in a circular motion. varka's lidded eyes were near shutting, while his crimson cheek was propped on his calloused knuckles. his eye followed with a wobbly smile as he played with the wooden mug, then a huff rumbled in his chest before taking the drink in one gulp.
"aaahhh, never gets old!" varka celebrates as he slams down the mug, his voice gruff with a hint of drunkness. a sigh passes your lips as you watch the 'responsible' grandmaster get drunker by the second.
unfortunately, you have been put into a babysitting job with varka; after all, you were his right-hand knight, ready to assist him in battles. the knights he was supposed to be drinking all night with vanished when he started to ramble words, words that no one could understand, not one bit. as he was rambling, one by one left with the lamest excuses, accidentally, or maybe purposely left you with the drunk man. all of the knights bid you their goodbyes, and good luck in handily him.
you were going to take care of this man. a man who is a mountain of muscle, you're going to be looking out for him as if his parents hired you to do so. a boyish grin is on varka's face, while his wolf-cut hair is an utter mess, with strands sticking to his forehead. "c'mon, drink a little, would'ya?" he offers you, an empty cup right up to your face.
you slowly push the wooden cup with one finger to the side, a silent protest of your rejection. no, you couldn't drink a drop of wine; you sadly needed to be sober for the whole night, hopefully not until morning. your turndown caused varka to pout. "suit yourself," he says as he brings the drink to his lips and closes his eyes in anticipation, his tongue sticking out, only to be met with a single drop.
varka groans, disappointed that he's run out of booze again. he bangs the empty mug down onto the bar, making a loud 'thump'. his drunken attitude was no surprise to conner or the other guests at the tavern—it became part of the experience of hearing varka's boisterous laugh boom in the background as they enjoyed their own drinks. and as conner was about to refill his mug, you stopped him before a drop could hit the pit.
"i think this grandmaster has had enough for tonight," you stated before whipping your head to him. the man was flabbergasted to say the least, his wolf-like canines appeared ready to bite his prey, but he held back as it was you. varka's face contorted angrily, and he slapped his palms on his broad thighs like a child getting his candy taken away.
"w-who do you think ya' are?! i need my, my.. alcohol!" he growls at you gruffly, his face getting warmer from his frustration. you sigh deeply at him, as you could see charlie give you pity looks. "oh, c'mon, sir varka, you can't even function properly!" you exclaimed while you pointed at him, your finger waving from his head to his boots.
the grandmaster scoffed at your remark, his eyes rolling in annoyance. he crosses his arms, "now-now, i may be drunk, but i can think for myse—" the stool he sat on toppled, creaking under his weight. he gets a hold of the counter with both hands to help him balance. "see, perfectly stable." your raise your brow at him, earning you an awkward chuckle.
"that just proves my point sir." you spoke in a strict manner as if you weren't ranked lower than him. varka sees your point; he doesn't have the energy to argue his way to more alcohol. he puts up his arm in defeat. "fine, fine. you won, pup," he declares with a snarky grin, the way he words out your little nickname, you can't exactly tell if he gives you the ick, but that's the grandmaster for you.
"i suggest you, or should i say we, get ourselves out of this tavern and back to our humble homes," you noted when you hopped off the stool. the armour you wore clanked as you moved, not too loudly.
but you were halted in your tracks by a large hand that pulled yours. "yer' not leaving me all alone out there?" he questions you before pausing shortly, "what if i end up sleeping on a pole!" varka whines in dramatic passion, and before you could even respond, he was already pleading on his knees and looking at you with glistening puppy eyes.
"wha-, fine fine! just get up!" you commanded, imagining how stupid the two of you looked in others' eyes. "thank you, thank you, thank you!" he chanted, grinning widely.
and from there, you two bid your goodbyes to charles and left the tavern. the two of you walked slowly, letting yourselves take in the mondstadt's homey atmosphere. as you walked in a straight path, varka was drawing squigglish lines on the stone path with his feet. at some point, (several times) he walked through all sorts of walls and poles, but you were always there to save him before he crashed into another obstacle.
"nope, sir, righttt here." you guided him back to your side by holding as much of his large frame as you could. he giggles drunkenly as his armour crashes into yours. "right," he says before running his free hand through his hair.
the luminescent rays of the moon gently bathed your features. he got a glance of your face when he leaned his weight on you. a faint blush appeared in his cheeks as he continued to stare at your face. "what? is there something on my face?" you ask, worrying there might be a speck of dirt on your features. then a strand of your hair fell, and he simply put it back up to your head.
the corners of his lips tug up into a smirk while his eyes admired you with the most endearing eyes. all of his action causes for you to redden as well, and you pushed him away with both of your arms. you wore an embarrassed expression, brows furrowed and cheeks deeply tinted.
"d-don't lean on me, you're way too heavy." you mutter, head bowed down. varka shrugs, still maintaining a cheeky expression. he just goes back to your side but with a little more distance, and then he places his large hand onto the crown of your head. "you know, for someone having a lower rank, you're quite the bossy one."
"but i don't really mind that, and definitely not with that pretty face of yours." he states a bit too blankly, but he's smiling widely. he ruffles your hair gently, as you scoff and avoided his intense gaze. "let's just g-get to your house, grandmaster."
his head went from your head to your shoulder and pulled you flush against him. "whatever you say, pup," he states. you could smell a masculine scent with a hint of dandelion wine.
both of you continued to walk quietly, your shoulders touching each other, except yours barely reached his. you end up outside of mondstadt, springvale. "so, where are you staying?" you question the grandmaster. varka then freezes, his arm around you, tensing. "uhhhh, rightt over there." he then points to a remote pond with a few fish swimming in it.
"do you even know or remember where you're staying at?" you say, turning to the blonde man, and he puts his hands on his hips and whistles while staring at the midnight sky. you physically slap your forehead because of this man's cluelessness. "seriously." you said in a flat tone.
but as you were about to scold him about his foolishness and his excessive love for alcohol, he suddenly perks up and points something behind you. varka points at a small house that is releasing smoke from its chimney.
"that house! i know i recognize my house when i see it," he proudly exclaims, his chest puffing up boastfully. you took a second or two to believe him because he was intoxicated with wine, but with no other clue or choice, you decided to follow his way.
thankfully, it wasn't some stranger's house. varka opened the door, but left it open, expecting you would follow him. but nothing came in except the wind that carried dust from the wilderness.
"i think you left the door open," you say, pointing at the door. "yer... not coming in?" he says in a tone that makes it clear he really thought you were gonna go in with him. "no?" i'll be going home now. my duty was to bring you back to your home."
you turned back and waved your hand to say goodbye. "but aren't you my little, right-hand knight?" his voice lowered into a dangerous octave that made you shiver. "yer' supposed to help me, and i'm.. in a dire need of help." he says in his husky voice; the way he played his words sounded seductive.
you nervously rotated back to see that varka was crossed arms, lying by the door frame. his massive body casts a shadow on yours while he gazes at you intimidatingly. he leans in to you, your faces are barely inches away from each other.
he breaths heavily before, "i'm thirsty!" he announces, his demeanor shifting within a second. and suddenly, in the next second, you're standing in front of his doorway while his heavy boots stomped on the wooden floor, like a giant walking back to its cave. varka happily plops himself onto the couch, getting into a comfortable position in front of a campfire.
"mhmm', thirsty.." he tiredly whines, and you shake out of your zoning out and head to find his kitchen. "where are ya' going? i said i needed my water.." this man would not stop groaning. you were getting quite irritated. so you strode angrily over to the couch to complain. "look, sir, this is getting a bit absurd, i was literally getting your water."
even if you retorted at him angrily, varka remained calm and was smiling softly. at the moment you were about to spit at him, he speaks. "finally, my drink is here.", "what?" you say, confused at what he meant, because you didn't carry any beverages with you.
he suddenly pulls you on top of him forcibly, his arms trap you by wrapping his toned arms around you. "si-sir varka?!" you try to squeeze out of his tight grip, but it was no use. even if you were his right-hand knight, you could never match his strength. varka then smashes his lips with yours, his tongue demanding entrance. you tried to fight it, but you end up losing as his tongue viciously takes control of your mouth.
like a dance, he swirls his tongue with yours effortlessly. you could taste the dandelion wine on his taste buds; it tasted so delicious. the two of you eventually melted into the makeout session, getting heated and more aggressive by the second.
varka kisses you desperately, his hands gripping your back greedily. he's taking your breath away like he needs your oxygen to live. you could yourself get out of breath, so you push your hands against his chest, pulling your mouths away. a string of saliva connects your tongues, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
the crackling of the fire blended along with your pants. "mhmm.. that was, good. but i'm still thirsty," he growls in a deep voice, then suddenly pushes you over the couch. varka was now on top of you. he looked at you with a monstrous need and immediately dug into his supposed drink.
he starts from the top, kissing you gently, but still feels impatient. he rushes from your face, to your neck and bites and sucks on it harshly, creating several purple marks. "a-ah.. s-sir varka, d-don't.. bite." you warn him, small whimpers occasionally leaving your mouth. "oh shut up, i know you're enjoying this." he murmurs while still creating hickeys, but, now it was in your chest area.
varka then lifts up his head slightly out of your chest, and smirks at the mess he made out of you. "and oh, you should remember, i'm the grandmaster. knight of boreas. the one who makes the commands, so you should take. each. command. i. give." he states, each word getting spelled out harsher.
him being serious was rare, but common in his battles and training, yet something about this time made you swallow the lump in your throat. and in one effortless move, he removes your top clothing and pieces of armour, leaving you half naked but still wearing your bra. varka slides your bra away, and moves to your left breast and licks your nipple up in circles. you moan in arousal and place your hands on his head.
"take those off, y/n," the grandmaster grumbles, still lapping on your tit while his free hand fondles your other nipple. in fear, you shakily take off your hands. he kept working on your breasts, satiating your taste. and he wastes no time in moving on to your stomach, placing his calloused hands on your waist and kissing it tenderly.
while smooching and sucking down on your abdomen, he brings down your lower clothing with his right hand, leaving you exposed, only wearing your lingerie.
"finally, this will be able to replenish my thirst." he states before giving one last kiss on your stomach. not wanting to waste any time, he flattens his tongue on your clothed pussy that was already dripping with your arousal. "tsk, so cheeky. you really got turned on by a few kisses?" varka continues to play with your sex, creating circles on your clit with his thumb while slurping.
you could feel the pleasure build up as he urgently sucks you. "varka—", "that's sir varka to you." he then slaps your thigh, a painful spike shooting through you. "c'mon pup, who am i?" he asks, sucking harder on your wet hole. "a-ah mhm s-sir.. nghh!" varka made you feel so good, that it made it hard to talk, you could barely babble words between your whines.
slap. another painful strike of his palm on your thigh, making a red mark of his hand on it. "say it." he commands angrily. you exhale sharply before speaking, "sir v-varka.. mhm!" varka smirks smugly against your swelling cunt, a low guttural sound vibrates in his throat. "atta girl, such a good, good knight for me are ya'?" he gives long, deliberate licks along your clothed folds, while praising you.
"your little pussy is getting too wet, hm?" varka mentions, now looking at your disheveled state. "since m' thirsty, i'll suck the juices out of you t'ill your bone dry."
he then begins to peel away your underwear, revealing your glistening pussy. "fuck." varka admires your vagina that twitched under his stare. in his dire thirst, he smothers himself in your heat. his nose hits your clit that stimulated you further, while his tongue lapped up your juices. fuck, did he eat you so fucking good.
your back arches as he eats you out, as more arousal spills from your hole. you cry out several immoral moans, and the air feels warmer than before. varka mutters something while slobbing, but you couldn't focus on him at all—his tongue is reaching all of the spots that made you squirm.
he fiverishly draws circles around your clit with his thumb, while taking a good taste of your insides. "taste, good.. mhm.. better than that dandelion wine, or any kind i've ever tasted.." he says in a husky rumbling voice, between each lick and gulp of your appetising liquid.
a knot starts to build, as you could feel your pussy get more sensitive with each kitty lick he gives. "sh-shit mmm' close!" you moan at him, toes curling as you near the edge. he hums for a short moment, sending vibrations along your bundle of nerves.
"come then, i need more of yer juices.." varka then starts to work on you hastily, rushing to push you to your climax. he slips into your folds once again, pushing your button of pleasure.
you could feel the knot start to unravel, your walls tightening around his tongue that dances gracefully inside you. varka of course, noticed this. "yer' close, aren't ya? c'mon pup, come come come.." he chants for you to release before letting his tongue move rapidly inside while carresing your clit.
the pleasure takes over your body, your back arching, and your legs wrapping around his head. "c-coming!" you moan out loudly, releasing your cum all over his face. the orgasm causes you to tremble intensely, you thought varka would stop but..
he would still carry on with eating out, following his words of eating you out dry. the grandmaster slurps up each liquid that flowed out of your cunt, trying to be careful not to waste a drop of it. varka was ravishing your cum so carelessly that it made his stubble damp.
"holy, you taste ser' good!" he exclaims, happily drinking you till you were bone dry.
his head rises from your thighs, a boyish smile on his face.
varka licks his lips that were coated with your slick.
"i'm still, quite thirsty though. i think i'm needing more.. of your juices."
