Varian x Reader Oneshots

Someone to Dry Your Tears

WARNINGS: INSUINUATION OF PAST RAPE (when I said I wouldn't do rape in my requests, I meant as if Varian raping the reader or vice versa. In my mind there is nothing wrong with writing about the pain and betrayal of rape, it just makes people realize how bad it is).

Request by Otaku_Fangirl22 (sorry I changed it a bit)

This is rather short, but for some reason I couldn't get the words out for this particular one. So, sorry, this is more of a drabble, but I hope it suffices. There was nothing wrong with your request, it was just hard for me to write it for some reason. Sorry.

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They ran down your face, the saltiness of them engrained into the small pores of your skin, your cheeks so used to the feeling that they burn in their absence.

You curled your arms around your knees, the fabric of your skirts bunching and itching awkwardly. You sniffled, tightening your grip on your legs so that they may never escape. Escape and allow you to walk free. To do anything.

You felt the remnants of the pain, that unfamiliar and sudden pain that resonated deep within you, the pain that he caused and left. You felt the stickiness of the blood on the inside of your thighs, and how they still ached.

It hadn't ended. He had gone but... he was still here. It felt as if he were still inside you, the pain thrusting through your very being.

Just as he had done.

It was invasive, it was truly terrible, and it wouldn't stop.

You still felt his hands on you, how he had brushed past you in the square, lured you with kind words and false intentions. You felt how they gripped your neck, tightly, holding you still and helpless to his whims. You felt how his tongue licked your neck, how his teeth had sunken into your flesh, the bruises they had left less permanent reminders of your degrading ordeal.

You curled up closer, rolling onto your side to try to sink into the floor, to simply disintegrate into the harsh stone.

------------------- 10 Years Later -------------------

"(Y/N), sweetheart, what's wrong?" Varian asked, rolling over in bed to face you.

Your face was streaked with the memories of the past, the tears causing you to look red and purpled. Varian reached forwards, to touch your shoulder, but instinctively you shirked away. It was a man's touch, a man's touch that had seared you. You couldn't bear to be touched in this moment by another.

"Nothing," you sniffled unconvincingly. He looked at you, a deep concern and passion in his eyes. You loved that he cared so, but the image of passion in your mind caused you to bring bile to your mouth. True, you had endured other acts of the same passion, positive and pleasurable to the both of you. But this time, all you could think of was that one, that one horrible time.

"(Y/N) please, tell me what's wrong?" He begged, shuffling closer to you, but you moved away. He didn't know, you'd never told him. How could you?

"No-nothing's wrong Varian," you cried, "go back to sleep."

You felt his hand vaguely on you, and you turned to him.

"Please," he repeated, his plea heard.

You sighed inwards, causing a sob to catch in your throat.

"Te-ten years ago, I was cornered by-b-by a man," you sobbed, the words itching to come out, but struggling nonetheless, "he t-t-touched me and..." You couldn't finish.

But Varian understood.

He moved his hand to your face, slowly, and looked at you in the eyes for any signs of resistance. When his hand touched you, you gasped, but it was not of fear. The warmth in his fingertips was familiar, and comforting.

You closed your eyes against his touch and breathed, hoarsely, as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest.

"He can't hurt you now," Varian whispered into your ear, his breath causing you to shiver.

You curled into him, as you had done so many times before, as the pain of the past disappeared from you.

"I know," you agreed, letting yourself relax, and calm, and eventually drift into sleep.