Varian x Reader Oneshots

Cupid's Arrow

Request by highonfandom and eddie_kaspbrak_boi

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"I can't do this!" Varian huffed, his 6 year old arms far to short to properly use an adult bow. You watched from behind a pillar at the small black-haired boy and his father - or who you assumed to be his father - practicing archery on a straw puppet.

"You can do anything you put your mind to, Varian. I will not have any son of mine without his defences. Now SHOOT!" His father shouted, the force of his command causing his young son to wobble, and loose an arrow. An arrow that was aimed right for you.

You squeaked, jumping back behind the pillar. You felt the pillar shake as the arrow lodged itself in its stone, and heard the scorning that the boy Varian was receiving from his father. You clenched your fists, and tiny as they were, the message was the same. You hated bullies.

"That's not very nice," you shouted, stepping out from your hiding spot. The two males turned, both with a surprised expression on their faces.

"Hi," the boy Varian whispered, waving his hand in a coy manner. You looked at him, nodded and placed your hands on your hips. Whenever Cassandra told you off, that's what she did. So that's what you did.

"Who are you?" The man boomed, and his voice caused your stature to tremble. But you stood your ground.

You pointed at the bow.

"It's too big. He couldn't use it even if he wanted to," you lectured, walking closer to them. You were taller than the boy by a fair amount, but you guessed you were around the same age.

Varian's father turned to the bow, and his thick brow creased in realisation.

"Ah," he said simply, and you could see Varian's shoulders relax slightly. You smiled to yourself.

"Thank you," Varian's father said, before gripping his sons arm, and the bow. You waved to Varian as he walked away, and the grin you received in response was enough to send you back the castle happy and bouncing.

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"Come on," you teased, waving to your friend at the bottom of the hill. Varian's face was contorted into a tired, fed up, yet almost happy expression as he began the trek up to you.

"Not all of us spend our days walking and running," Varian complained as he ascended the steep climb. You stuck your tongue out as he appeared over the ridge.

"It's because you don't have any muscles," you giggled, and Varian feigned insult.

"I do too," he rebutted, sitting down next to you, "I just don't have leg muscles."

You rolled your eyes, an inkling of your hormonal attitude, and Varian laughed. You had been great friends now, for four years, and at ten years of age neither of you could be happier.

"Hey (Y/N)?" Varian asked, and you hummed in response.

"Do you think we'll be together forever?"

You turned to him, almost blinded by the sparkle in his eye as he stared to the stars.

"Best friends forever," you promised.

Varian chuckled.

"Good."

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"You. Can. Do. This," you said as Varian notched an arrow in his bow. He was wobbly still, but his arms had lengthened.