❛ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❜ varian / tts

Your Boy

[Mafia Au???]
{Author's Notes: there's going to be a part 2 to this}

"I don't care if it takes you long to find him! He has what we need! I can't believe you let him slip through our fingers! You either find him or next time I'll be doing the 'experiments' on you!" Varian yelled, ending the call on the phone.

He turned around only to be shocked when he saw you.

"Varian, what was that about?" You asked him. He seemed really annoyed, so you came towards him to put your hands on his shoulders.

Taking your hands into his, he held them gingerly. "It was nothing, darling. Just a work thing."

"Oh? Something happen in the labs? You were screaming quite a bit," you were interested in what Varian had to say. He never told you the extent of his work, only that he helped people and that he was somewhat of a scientist. Or alchemist, as he likes to call it.

"Yeah! Yeah, no, everything's just peachy! Just a screw loosened up, nothing that won't be fixed by the end of the week. No need to work your pretty little head off, love," he took your hand. Leading you back inside to watch a movie.

***

That wasn't the only instance, where Varian was secretive about what he does.

Like, now.

You two were watching a movie. Suddenly, there was a ping. Varian checked his phone, getting up he kissed you on the cheek.

"Varian? What's wrong?" Your eyebrow scrunching up in confusion.

"Uh, sorry (Y/N). I just got a work call, they said that one of the test subjects got out. Listen, I'll be back before you even know I'm gone. Love you!" Before you could even get another word out, he was gone. Grabbing his keys and closing the front door.

You sighed. Petting Ruddiger who jumped on your lap, he nuzzled his nose into your hand. "Yeah, yeah. I know his works important, but it seems like he's always gone. And what's worse is he never tells me what he does!"

Settling down from your screaming, you sigh again. Sinking down further onto the couch, as Ruddiger slept soundly on your lap.

It was a few hours until Varian returned. You noted that his knuckles were bruised.

"Hey, love." Kissing you on the cheek, he says, "That lab spill was messier than I thought. The whole lab was covered head to toe in chemicals." He settles down on the spot next to you. Bringing the blanket over you two on the couch.

"I thought an animal got loose?" You didn't understand. Was he lying to you?

Tilting his head in confusion, until he got it. His eyes widened at his slip up, "Uh, yeah. The animal made a whole mess at the lab. Took whole hours to clean and get him under control." Varian nodded his head as he spoke. Content with the way he managed to cover it up.

You arched an eyebrow, grabbing one of his hands. "Why are your knuckles bruised?" You held then gingerly, careful not to hurt him.

"That?" He removed the hand you were holding. Scratching the back of his neck with it. "It's just a little boo boo. Nothing some ice can't fix. Anyways! What's for dinner?"

You let him change the subject, knowing you won't get anything out of him. At least, not yet. "Spaghetti."

Varian's smile beamed. Picking you up from the couch, the blanket dropping on the floor at his action. "Sounds delicious! I'll even help you make the sauce!"

Giggling as he picks you up. Carrying you to the kitchen.

***
It was Friday in the afternoon.

You were in the kitchen making coffee, Varian on the couch watching tv. There was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," you say. Varian 'mhm'ed in response.

When you opened the door, a big burly man stood in front of you. He had a tattoo of a star on his shoulder. His face littered with scars. Speaking in a deep voice, "Does Mr. Varian live here?"

Confused, you ask, "Mr. Varian? What-"

Getting cut off by Varian who shielded you away from the man. His body covering yours, blocking your view from the tattooed man. "What are you doing here? Do you not remember what I told you?!" Varian spoke in a low whisper.

"I'm sorry, sir. But this is a serious matter, it involves details about the girl." The man replied. He seemed so scared of Varian, you wondered why.

You speak up, wanting to know what exactly this was all about. "Varian, what is this? Who is that? And what girl?" Your head was flooded with questions. None of which Varian answered.

"Darling, don't worry about him. He's not supposed to be here," Varian shot the man a deadly look. The guy shrunk in response. "He's just here about the lab accident, I told you about days ago."

"The test subject that got out?"

Varian gave you a small smile, "Exactly dear, now if you please. I need to talk to him about something." He turned his attention to the tattooed guy. Grabbing him by the ear and carrying him out. Varian closed the door to make you unable to hear him talking clearly.

You heard a snippet of the conversation outside. "You utter buffoon! Why in the world would you let her slip away! She practically has 30 yards of golden hair! And it glows in the dark, no less! How could you loose her!" The rest were murmured whispers.

When Varian came back inside, the guy was gone. You didn't ask him about it, knowing that yet again, he wouldn't answer it.

"How about we watch a movie, (Y/N)?" Turning towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Sure," letting out a chuckle, as he buried his nose in your neck. Snuggling closer to you throughout the movie.

But you couldn't get one thought out of your mind. Who was that guy?