Varian x Reader Oneshots

Love is the Greatest Revenge

Request from WolfHowl5829

WARNINGS: SOMEWHAT GRAPHIC

(Y/N)'s Perspective

It's strange how Fate dictates our lives, whether her influence be small or large, righteous, or amoral, we go along with it. We question not her judgement, her ways, and instead deal with whatever wrongs she does us.

Fate's influence clouds all, and covers us like a blanket. Whether said blanket is comforting or smothering us is to say, but we accept it nonetheless. Fate influences financial decisions, the fall of rain, even love and death.

You hate fate. Fate, who controls you so, and pulls on your arms with strings of wire to do her bidding; she is despicable.

You walked through the woods, the dried leaves crunching under your heel. Your dress billowed around your ankles, the hem catching the dirt, which stained the cloth. You couldn't care less.

Out of the corner of your eye you spied a the blur of red, moving with your hands as they swung aimlessly by your side. You drew your eyes to the front, to the path, and stared until your eyes strained and watered tears of defiance.

You may not be able to rebel against Fate. But you could sure as hell ignore her.

Her and her stupid soulmates, her stupid string.

You gritted your teeth, grinding them in anger as you stomped forward. Stupid soulmates. Stupid string.

You kicked against the dirt, the stones making noise as they flew forward, the soil just bunching at your feet as you trudged onwards.

Memories flitted through your mind. A loving face, a kind smile. He was perfect, everything you weren't, but you didn't envy him. Your darling brother Fierro. You were happy, living together in bliss, siblings against the world.

That was, until he was slaughtered by pirates. Until you spied his neck slit, blood cascading and splattering from the hole, his face stuck in mortal terror. You watched as his body slumped over, as his murderer turned to face you. As...

As the string lit up. As it flew, and attatched itself to the murderers finger. You remembered the look on both your faces, the look of horror as the scene unravelled before you, as you truly began to step out of your shock.

You remembered how your eyes watered, how you fled from him. How you fled from your brothers body, and your supposed soulmate, to the woods.

And there you had stayed.

You wiped your cheeks, tears beginning to fall from the corners of your eyes. You scowled in defiance. You would not be crying today, you simply forbade it.

Not today, not tomorrow. No point weeping for the past.

Varian's Perspective

Varian began again. The crying, the sobbing, the tears. They came, and came, and came, and he couldn't stop them. All he could think about was the blood. The sheer multitude of it. How it had come, and how it had not stopped. How it had flowed long after the life was gone in the man.

He didn't want to. He had refused. But she had made him. She had said that she wouldn't keep funding his mission to free his father if he didnt. he had said he needed to be a true part of the team.

Imbeciles.

He would never be like them. All he cared about was freeing his father. Everyone else could die for all he cared.

But the blood... and her face. My God her face. It was one of terror, like he was the monster. People had looked at him like that before, of course, but this time... this time it was by his 'soulmate'.