Varian x Reader Oneshots

Raise a Little Hell.

"Hey freckles!" you shouted, to get his attention.

His eyes snapped over to you. You pointed towards the tree roots, still running, and watched as he nodded, understanding your plan. Three... two... one...

You both skidded sideways, in different directions, and reconvened behind the roots, their tall architecture leaning over you, and acting as a hiding place. Both your breaths were fast, your chests heaving from exhaustion. Varian brought the cloth bag behind him, and shuffled closer to you, his fingertips close to yours. You desperately wanted to reach out and grab his hand, but you hesitated. This wasn't your Varian. Your Varian was a clumsy and cute dork, not an oddly hot sociopath bent on vengeance. You pulled your hand back, noticeably, and Varian looked at you with an inquisitive look on his face. A look, that was soon replaced by worry, as the guards grew so loud that you could feel the vibration of their horses hooves through the ground. You closed your eyes. Their voices grew louder, until...

"I can't hear them anymore Cap," a guard piped, and a woman swore.

Wait, woman?

Against your better judgement, you stuck your head around the side of the tree roots. What you saw made your blood run colder, and your mouth purse into a grimace. The captain of the guards was a thin lady in golden armour, short brown hair sticking out from under her helmet. She was so close that you could see her grey eyes, cold and determined, her white knuckles on her sword, and her feet digging in the stirrups of her horse. Gee, great, you thought. A guard with a personal vendetta against Varian, and now, you.

Varian pulled you back, and looked at you with a look of alarm and question on his face. You pointed backwards and mouthed a name to him. He clenched his teeth, and a slightly scary expression took over his face. You recoiled slightly, her name still ghost on your lips. Cassandra.

You wondered where the other captain of the guards went, her father, and hit yourself in realisation. Varian had injured him in the battle of Old Corona. Well, vicariously, since it had actually been his mutated racoon that had done the damage. Still, he authorised it. You made a personal note to hit Varian later.

"Fidella doesn't sense anyone, maybe they turned back on themselves," Cassandra spoke authoritatively, talking to herself more than the guards.

"But Cap, doesn't that seem like a risky move? You said that Varian was a smart guy, a genius even? Why would he do something so dangerous?" a different guard said, one that you recognised as one of the guards you had knocked out when Varian escaped. You cursed under your breath.

"Let me remind you, Stan, that you were one of the ones that let a dangerous convict escape. I suggest you don't question my judgement. Besides, regrettably, I know Varian. Dangerous is just his style," she spat back, and you had a mental image of many, many explosions that had occurred by Varian's hand.

Most of them being with good intention, however you dreaded to see what he could do with a full lab full of chemicals and vengeance on his mind. In fact, you had seen, and it had ended up with him in a jail cell.

You could hear the hooves start up again, and both you and Varian listened as they retreated backwards. You stayed still for a good few minutes, until you could hardly hear the clatter of hooves anymore. Varian laughed bitterly, his bangs hanging in his face.

"Cassandra. I should've known," he sneered, his hands fiddling and clenching themselves as he spoke. You raised your eyebrows.

"Well, you did try to kill her. Now its personal," you reminded, observing his reaction. His eyes went wide, and he looked at you, desperate to counteract you. But, his shock faded fast, and he just huffed and looked back down. Your eyes went wide. He was about to say that he didn't try to kill her, he... he was about to argue. In those few seconds you saw your Varian, the Varian that would never try to hurt anyone. And, thank God, that meant your Varian was still in there, somewhere.

You placed your hands on his arm and looked at him.

"Why do you do that?" You questioned softly, your eyes smiling in comfort, like a mother would with a hurt child. His eyes went wide beneath his hair, but he didn't look at you. Instead, it seemed, he looked away.

"Do what?" He answered, and you fumbled around your words in your mind, trying to come up with the perfect phrase that wouldn't upset him, that would get you your answer.

"Why do you act like you don't care, like you only care about revenge?" You pushed harder, watching as he flinched slightly against the sting of your words. Oops. Guess you didn't think that one through enough.

"I do only care about revenge," he retorted, his tired eyes matching yours, his face gaunt and emotionless. You held your breath, and let any sign of empathy drain from your expression.

"What about me?" You croaked.

Before he could answer, you got up, dusted off your moth-bitten dress, and turned on your heels.

"Don't forget the bag," you said as an afterthought, and began to walk away. Before you could, though, a hand grasped yours and pulled you backwards. You spun quickly, your face landing in front of Varian's. You stared into his eyes, and recognised the spark of an emotion you hadn't long seen on his face. You saw passion. Before you stood your dork, your Varian.

"I do care," he promised, his expression soft and pleading for your forgiveness. Again, his eyes fluttered down to your lips, longer this time, and a warm feeling rose in your chest. You looked up at him, and pushed that feeling deeper down.

"Could've fooled me."

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Woooooo! I love this AU! I tried to base the beginning of it off Bonnie and Clyde, but it took its own spin. Nevermind, I guess. The reason I gave this oneshot a name is because I think I'm going to continue with it. It just kind of flowed as I wrote it, and I have so many more ideas. Soooo... expect a part two.

Varian and (Y/N) are about 17/18 here, so Varian would have been in the cell for about 3 years. I set them at this age so that later on they can... ahem... well lets just say that they are of legal age for a good reason (cant promise anything though). I just thought that Varian, being in his own company for three years, seething from his defeat, would be more likely to be as cold and emotionless as I am portraying him.