Varian x Reader Oneshots

Be Careful, Sunshine

"Vaaarriiian," you moaned, drawing his name out in desperation. You leant at the side of his desk, on your knees, your arms on the desk and your head in them, "spend time with me."

Your boyfriend smiled and kissed the top of your head. You frowned. That meant no.

"Ugh," you complained and placed your head face down. You heard Varian murmur something about you being cute, and you slapped him playfully, rolling your head to the side so you could see him.

"What are you even doing," you prodded, poking his arm as he wrote. He sighed, pulled his chair back and patted his lap. You smiled and plopped yourself on him, deliberately blocking his view. He pulled his legs apart, and you fell onto the hard, wooden chair.

"Ow," you complained, and your Varian placed his head on yours as you slumped in your seat. He placed one arm around you, and the other remained on the table, attached to his quill.

"For your information, I am writing a letter to Cassandra," he said. You raised your eyebrows. He rolled his eyes at your jealousy.

"She asked me if I could modify the guard's swords so that they could light on fire. I'm writing back to say no," he pursed his lips, "I think it might have been Eugene."

You laughed. "You think?"

Your stomach growled.

"Babe, I'm hungry," you whined. Varian snorted.

"You only ever call me 'babe' when you want something, (Y/N), so come on. Out with it," Varian said, his eyes still on his paper. Damn. He had figured out your secret.

"Well, I was hoping, you could make that banana bread you like so much," you asked innocently, looking up at him, your forehead under his chin, "and you could use a break."

He sighed. "Fine."

You pumped your elbow in victory, and he laughed.

"The babe always works," you teased as he kissed your cheek.

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"I'm going to give you a banana, do you think you could handle mashing a banana?" Varian said in exasperation. So far you had spilt the flour, broken the bowl, and dropped the butter. You looked at him sheepishly, flour on your nose.

"I think so," you said a little more confidently, as Varian passed you a fork like it was a bottle of acid. And you would know. He'd given you many. He gave one to you as an anniversary present once.

You held it gingerly.

"Be careful," he warned. He seemed generally worried. You rolled your eyes.

"I can handle this," you reassured, and went to work on your banana. You stood in silence, as you did when Varian was concentrating, and the only sounds that could be heard was Ruddiger going to work on your scarf. You glanced over at your boyfriend.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he folded the mix. Across his glasses were sprinklings of flour, and his shirt was covered from when you'd spilt it. Oops.

You loved Varian's glasses. You'd known him since you were young, and he'd never had to wear them until he got out of prison. He had come to you one day and complained that his eyes kept going blurry, so you took him to the doctor. You had practically squealed in glee when the doctor had placed a large pair of glasses in your hands. You loved how they emphasised his blue eyes, how they framed his face. They made him seem so serious, and she loved it, because he wasn't serious at all.

You must have been staring, because Varian glanced up at you and smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

"What? Have I got something on my face?" He teased. He knew full well that he had, since the flour covered lenses were right in front of his eyes. It was your turn to roll your eyes now, and you focused back on your banana, which was such a weird sentence.

Varian looked at you, and you looked back at him. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and held out his hand. You blushed and leant down to kiss it, lifting your head up to look at his face, which was covered by his other hand.

"No, (Y/N), the bowl with the banana. Can I have the banana please?" He asked, a band of red visible across his face.

"Oh yeah," you said, handing him the bowl. You knew full well what he was asking, but you loved teasing him. He tipped them in and began to stir, before stopping suddenly.

"Come here," he said, wrapping his arm around you and handing you the spoon, "you can mix the banana in."

You raised your eyebrow, "are you sure? You are kind of a control freak."

He opened his mouth in question, "No, I'm not," he looked at your face. "Okay maybe I am, but you are just so dang clumsy, sunshine, I don't know what to do with you!"

Your face flushed at your nickname, which you knew he fully intended. Varian was scarily good at reading people. He knew just what to say to get what he wanted, and you so often played into his hands.

You took a breath. "Okay then," you said, "here goes nothing."

You began to fold in the bananas, careful not to spill any, hyper aware of Varian tightening his grip on you.

"Jeez, Varian, its a spoon. I'm not going to stab myself," you joked, continuing to fold it in. Varian murmured into your hair in embarrassment.

"It's a sharp spoon."

You snorted, folding in the bananas until they were fully mixed in. You held it up proudly.

"Tada!" You announced. Varian looked at you, worried, and you put it down carefully, making a big show of it, staring him directly in the face.

It was hard for both of you to keep a straight face. Eventually, Varian broke. He kissed your nose.

"Go clean up, I'll put it in," he said into your forehead. You pouted.

"You just don't want me around the oven, do you."

"What can I say, I worry," he chuckled, and kissed your forehead. You scrunched your eyes up, opening one to look at him.

"You've got to stop stealing kisses from me, Varian," you teased, and he leant in for your cheek, which you let pass.

"Thank you for the suggestion, but given it's a stupid suggestion, uhhh... nope!" He smiled, his teeth shining and visible. You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek, removing your apron.

"It better taste, delightful," you warned, before making your way to freshen up.