Varian x Reader Oneshots

Raise a Little Hell - Part 3

WARNINGS: Adult Content, 15+

"Two living legends that's what we will be"
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You pulled back the branch to your cave, a pile of logs in your arms, which were obscuring your vision. You had one arm out, waving around to feel your surroundings. Suddenly, you banged into something. Guess that method didn't work out that well.

"OW!" Varian exclaimed, rubbing his chest. He looked at you around the side of the logs, his bangs falling to one side. A lopsided smile appeared on his face.

"Want a little help?" He asked. You nodded rapidly, your legs buckling beneath you. Varian walked forwards and took quite a few of the logs for himself. He huffed in surprise.

"Jesus, (Y/N), how did you carry so many of these?" He asked in amazement, himself struggling to carry half.

"Stronger than I look?" You shrugged, and he laughed. He beckoned you with one hand over to a large log, much larger than the ones you carried, and dumped his wood in front of it. You followed suit, joining him on the logs. Daylight was a precious luxury they wouldn't have soon, and they had yet to start a fire. Well.

What better time to start than at the last minute?

"Okay, do you have any chemicals that would start a fire?" You asked Varian, feeling dread at starting one manually. He looked at you.

"Yeah let me just go into my apron- OH WAIT!" He said sarcastically, and you laughed. It felt good to laugh, and mean it. No guards in sight. A roof over your head. Just you and... Varian.

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With the fire started, there was stew cooking in a pot over the fire. You looked up at your friend (you were friends now, right?) and focused in on his face. He had taken your suggestion, and pulled his bangs underneath his goggles, leaving his face free of hair. His ears stuck out slightly and his nose was upturned - buttonlike. His cheeks were splattered with freckles of all different sizes, and his eyes were the colour of your corset - light blue and striking. You tilted your head.

Varian was holding a mirror. He stared at himself, looking at his left ear, in which sat two earrings at the helix. His mouth was pursed, like he couldn't decide what to think.

"I look like a pirate with this shirt," he decided and placed the mirror down.

"A cute pirate," you said, and pecked him on the cheek. He spun around to you and stared at you in suprise.

"Did you just-"

"Nope, can't prove it," you said, helping yourself to a second serving of stew. Varian smirked to himself and raised his head towards the cave ceiling. He muttered something that sounded awfully like 'women'. You elbowed him in the side.

You stared down at the fire, the cackling flames raising over the small brown pot, the embers illuminating the darkness they'd otherwise be engulfed in. Varian did the same, and for what seemed like ages, you both just looked. Looked and watched and took in... everything. You took in the prison break, the thievery, your lives on the run. Everything... and you started to wonder.

What was it all for?

"Hey freckles?" you asked, not looking away from the fire.

"Yeah, (Y/N)?" he answered, not moving his gaze either.

"Why do you hate them so much?"

Varian's eyes narrowed and he looked down at the cave floor.

"You know why," he said bitterly, memories gnawing at his mind. Memories of a dank cell, of impenetrable amber and metal automatons. You looked at him.