#varus x reader

[lightning-bringer]

You said something about wanting Varus ideas so how about him with a reader who likes to make suggestive remarks about his appearance?

YES THANK YOU LETS GO

I think it's always important to remember that Varus is 3 people in one so sometimes his reactions can be a little weird depending on what the 2 guys inside of his head think lol

That being said, if you're a human, Kai would absolutely try to keep Varus the fuck away from you

If you make a flirtatios comment about his slim waist, and Varus opens his mouth to respond, Kai would fight so hard to rather make him shut up, or to say something mean in return to drive you away

It could be a little awkward in the beginning until Varus manages to get them in check, because it would look like he's uncomfortable with your comments

BUT as soon as he manages to make Kai shut the fuck up, oh that man is puffing up like a peacock

He knows his new body is in it's peak in all senses, strength, agility, and of course, beauty, and he was a man before so it's not like he doesn't remember his pride on superficial things such as looking good

Varus will hold back from saying things back to you, but once Kai is in check it will be SO obvious how much he thrieves in your words and is genuinely just playing hard to get

He particularly loves comments about his chest and waist, and they can be from suggestive to downright explicit he won't care (it'll actually get him even happier)

Varus will be there smiling like the cat who got the cream, so pleased with your attention and clear desire for him

(He really does thrive in attention and complements, like most darkin, but also like most men)

And eventually, once Val and Kai realize he's actually sincere with his intentions and isn't planning some cruel darkin torture-murder thing for you, they'd be so fucking noisy in his head

Val would make a list of things Varus should say back to you, solemnly believing he should answer with the same coin

While Kai would insist Varus behaves like a gentleman

(They genuinely think that having you around, indulging Varus into such human things as his appearance, is good to touch into his humanity more and more)

He does none, acting like a spoiled cat who wants more attention but won't act on it

If possible he would try to pamper up more to impress you and get more comments! Do his hair in a different way, magically change his "pants" to have an even lower waistline...

Varus would think he can tease you until you turn your remarks into actions, and he would work hard!

Also, if a day comes in which you see him and don't say anything... he will get angry, sulky kind of angry, wondering why the hell did you have nothing to say? You don't find his appearance pleasant or desirable anymore?

Or was it a joke? Valmar brings up the option and he hates it, so you better talk louder about his pretty mouth when you see him again or he will be pissed

[shurelyasreverie]

Ooh could we get headcannons on how the Darkins woo their S/O?

Not gonna lie, I dunno what “wooing” entirely entails but I tried 😅

Aatrox, Rhaast and Varus Wooing Their S/O Headcanons

Aatrox

Aatrox is surprisingly good at impressing you with his words. If no one else is around or in earshot, he will praise you to no end. Your appearance, your personality, how much he feels honoured to be in your presence, nothing escapes him

His words are almost poetic, he says them with a slight tone of desperation. Under his words of love he's begging you not to leave him, the one person that allows him to see the light in this darkness that he considers life, how much he needs you. You will never be able to doubt how much he wants you

If his physical form allows him to, he's pulling you close. His affection can be very wholesome, waiting for you to reciprocate and validate his actions. His grip is tight, he doesn't even need to say anything and you can feel the yearning coming from him

He's the type to offer you small gifts of appreciation. They're well thought out and hold great sentimental value to him, they're gifts that try and capture just how highly he views you or gifts that you've passingly said you wanted that Aatrox took seriously

Rhaast

Initially he's the absolute worst at wooing you. It's not that he doesn't try or a lack of effort, but both of you have very different ideas of what's considered romantic or impressive. He often tries to appeal to you with the belongings of his victims, usually their jewellery or armour, the shiny, pretty objects but it's quite a buzzkill when you realise they're “unethically sourced”

However, when Rhaast learns that stolen loot and the heads of your enemies aren't the best way to get to you, he will likely appeal to you through body language. His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you close to him, making sure you never leave his clutches

His hard darkin body make his affection a little uncomfortable and awkward and times but that’s not going to stop him. He’ll try again and again to find a way to hold you while letting you be comfortable

Rhaast isn't a poet, far from it, but his brutal honesty can be almost endearing. It's nice not having any doubt of whether he loves you or not as he says he wants you, to never leave him or go out of his sight, how he'll destroy absolutely anything and anyone to find you. His words leave you stunned and falling further in love with him

Varus

Out of all the darkin, he initially seems the best at impressing you but it's very disingenuous. He only knows what to do because he's following tips from Valmar and Kai but you can tell he doesn't have his heart in it yet, he doesn't truly understand why he's saying these flirty lines

Varus was made to be inhumanly beautiful and he knows it. His goal is to charm you by sending you flirtatious looks and making sure you notice his body language as he angles his body towards you or reaches out for you. He rarely uses anything else like gifts to try and get your attention

He naturally has an advantage over other darkin with his human appearance. This allows him to hold you to his chest or shower you in kisses if that's what helps you fall in love with him. He'll try everything to see what makes you weak at the knees, finding all your exploits

Eventually though, Varus will start to understand the actual art of wooing. He finds enjoyment in your sweet reactions, getting flustered or red in the face, struggling to face him and then it all clicks into place for him. He doesn't need tips from the other souls in his head anymore, the reward of you falling deeper in love with him is enough

[fabricated-misslieness]

Kayn, Varus and Yasuo x gender neutral reader

Headcanons of some of our long hair boys having a bad hair day be fixed by their s/o.

Requested: No

Inspired by this art art by sharp on twitter

Kayn

One day, Kayn woke up in your arms with his hair down.

Because it’s not good to sleep with your hair tied up.

I think.

It was normal to wake up in your arms but today...

His hair was an absolute mess.

It was so long some parts on his head were sticking up to the left, some were sticking directly to the right, somehow the blue streak on his right side completely changed sides…

It was just a terrible terrible mess.

Not to mention baby boi has split ends.

Was your chest a bad pillow?

His pillows barely did a thing.

Another bad thing, nothing could beat how bad his hair was, he woke up with slobber/saliva running down his mouth and sticking to some parts of his hair and you as well.

It was all over your chest.

First thing he did was apologize profusely and then you laughed.. at his hair.

He reached up to touch it, since you mentioned it, and found that it was tangled and rough. He tried to run his hands through it as a poor excuse of a lack of comb and found he could barely even go down an inch of one of the clumps.

He got frustrated, trying another clump and when that one wasn’t going to be tamed he tried another and then that one didn’t work.

He was trying to fix his hair but he just couldn’t.

So when you offered to go down to the river and fix it, he took the offer straight away.

You brought his hair tie (lace he wrapped tightly around his hair), your wooden comb, and a large bucket.

He raised an eyebrow at the bucket, but you shot him down with “Do you want to go for a dip instead?”

He shook his head and you headed down to the river.

When you worked those hands through the mess of his hair and managed to fix it, drying it with a spell and putting it into a braid, he was thanking you greatly.

Kissing all over your face and hugging you tightly.

He would give you whatever you wanted in return.

The last time this had happened and you weren’t with him, he had to wear his hair down for a week straight, and it got all over the place.

He had to soften it out and get it to normal with his comb, he was wondering if your comb was magical or something, and it took at least an hour each day of that week to fix it.

He was a grateful baby for sure.

Varus

His hair might not be as long as Kayn’s but it was white and he was a darkin who killed people all the time.

This barbarian got close to him and nearly landed a blow on him until he grabbed an arrow from his quiver and stabbed him straight in the chest with it.

The guy was persistent and he didn’t go down so Varus struck him again with it.

He knew his fight was over but he wouldn’t go down without doing something so he spit on Varus, aiming for the face.

Luckily, Varus was already looking away from him and onto the next target, so it didn’t feel as disgusting as it would on his face but it landed on his sweet white hair.

It, a mix of saliva and blood, was all icky and disgusting he just had to hurry up and finish his genocide.

When he came running over to the river near your house, you were hanging your clothes right next to it. He dipped his head into the river and spit out his own saliva, his mouth felt disgusting from just thinking about it.

You, you worried little angel <3, asked him what was wrong until you looked at his hair and knew straight away.

A big patch of his lovely white hair, and back, was covered in blood.

You had him strip, he’s pretty much naked already, just a scarf, the strap of his quiver and taking off that hair tie, and dipped him in the water.

The blood on his back wasn’t the problem, what the problem was was the blood on his hair.

It was persistent, and he couldn’t get it out himself.

You offered to get it off and you just got it straight away.

He was so glad he almost pulled you into the river with him for a hug.

He didn’t though, he remembered at the last second, so he sufficed with just a quick kiss on the lips.

Will definitely let you do whatever you wanted to do to him when he was out and dry.

Yasuo

His hair is just as long as Kayn’s, it might not seem so as it’s in such a high ponytail, and guess what? His hair was even fuller/thicker than Kayn’s.

How did he even get it up into that ponytail, it didn’t seem to follow the laws of physics.

Was it his wind magic?

So he was drinking his sake, y’know, and then he drinks a little too much. So he sets up base and falls asleep on a small hill with a little slope under a tree in his little base.

When he wakes up he’s at the bottom of the hill, bruised in some places, and his hair is full of twigs and blades of grass.

He gets as much as he can out, but when he starts walking, he feels the twigs rustling in his hair. He doesn’t feel like he could get all the twigs out himself, he didn’t even have a comb for starters, so he goes to you.

You’re doing your thing, resting up at home and you hear a knock at your door.

The first thing you see is the small cut near Yasuo’s clips, and then you see the bruise on his stomach, and you’re wondering:

“Did he get in a fight?”

He walks in and you can hear the rustling in his hair.

You’re so confused.

He explains what happened and you laugh like an absolute maniac like because,

Who tumbles down a hill in their sleep and does not wake up?

So he asks for your help.

You can, somehow, stick your hand into his bird’s nest of a ponytail and get all the twigs out...

And a little stray rock.

You also had to deal with his hangover, but his hair primarily.

He’s kissing you and smiling brightly and thanking you.

He offers you a little flute piece and some sake but you should probably not take that sake.

After all, he got so drunk that he tumbled down a hill without waking up.

[nightmarerosely]

Varus x heartlight

(Friday)

Sorry for the girls that I'm mostly doing male orientated stuff right now, but it should be fine to read as a female or non binary (and so on) person. At least I blog daily now. xD

Requests Open

(have in mind that this is heavily oriented on a story I'm currently writing and not all fitting to everyone's wishes or neutral)

You weren't really scared about Varus more fascinated, you learn a lot about historic and know that he is a darkin. You expected him to take revenge on the humankind so you told him it's okay if I kills you.

But soon you felt weird it's was undescribable, and Varus hesitated, but then put down his bow. »That can't be true I'm a darkin and no human I can't have a heartlight Kai.« he said. After he said that you knew what he was talking about.

Is this darkin partly human because he stole a body? It can't be that simply, he wouldn't risk his undying body for a new immortal but breakable one. Or is he the darkin they captured? I hesitate to move not able to make eye contact.

You figured out that he traveled far to Shurima »Do you want something to drink?« you asked him to ease up a bit.

Varus isn't kind but he lost his mind in revenge on the human kind, you try to get him less murderous and more normal.

As a mage you try to get them all separated again, Val and Kai deserve their luck, you can heal and shield a lot but you aren't experienced in getting would back.

You show Varus how tasty human food can during your travel back to his prison, your brother doesn't like Varus and he is always like: »Why does your heartlight had to be a darkin? That's not fair.«

[heckinhacker]

Sorta self indulgent, can I have Aatrox and Varus comforting an s/o who has awful nightmares? Like, it makes them cry and shake in their sleep and they feel quite afraid afterwards : (

Aatrox and Varus - comforting S/O after awful nightmares. 

Aatrox:

Okay so here’s the thing - he’s totally bad at comfort. 

Like, the worst. He CREATES fear, not ease it, so that’s the minus. 

That doesn’t mean he won’t try though. 

He sits you up forcefully, making your eyes tear wide open right away.

“Calm down, [y/n].” he demanded, but as you know him, he meant well by that, not looking at the form of his words.

You took some shaky breaths, but couldn’t calm down. 

Aatrox is confused, so he just asks “What...would you like me to do?”

“Can you just hold me until I fall asleep?”

“I can hold you even after you fall asleep.” he assures you.

He drags you into his knees, hugging you strongly - not too tightly, not too lightly. 

He kisses the top of your head and pat your back.

When you fall asleep, he lays down with you, sill keeping you close to his chest. 

He keeps his guard on your safety, as he promised.

Varus:

When he notices you’re shaking and crying while sleeping, he sighs deeply. 

Finnaly he can use some Kai and Valmar bullshit. 

Because he can hear them inside and sometimes they can stop his gestures, he kinda knew about human behaviours and what would you need now.

He leaned down to your face, kissing away your tears.

“[y/n]...[y/n], wake up.” he pushed your shoulder slightly, making you wake up.

You jolt up, looking at him with horror in your eyes. 

He puts his hands on your cheeks right away, trying to get the rest of tears off with his thumbs.

“We’ll talk about your nightmares tommorow, after you actually get some sleep. Is that alright?”

You had no clue how did he felt you would hate to tell him about that right away. You nod, forcefully crawling on top of him, forcing him to lie down with you on top off him. 

“Thank you, Varrus.”

He only nods, keeping hands on your back, making comforting circles on it until you fall asleep. 

[leagueimagine]

Varus with an s/o endowed with powers of The Void :3

Even as a darkin, Varus is scared and wary at you, every single creature knows you can’t mess with Void powers. 

Of course, he want to get to know you, seeing his hosts all lovey-dovey doesn’t help him, he feels alone, he seeks company and he finds it on you.

He HATED to ask but he asked for their help to begin able to talk and ‘charm’ you, not that he needed much, you’re interested in this strange looking darkin, he’s best looking than most humans actually.

You’re great partners at a fight, your powers with Varus’ make you both unstoppable, maybe is that chemical that Varus used to get you both closer. 

Until you understand that Varus is basically having and trying to understand how to date with two humans he used as the host, it was really funny to see him trying, all confused and frowning as he’s having an internal fight, it’s still funny tho. 

[shurelyasreverie]

Soulmate au for Varus,Rhaast and Aatrox and kayn who they meet realize that their soulmate could help them recover to who they were and help with their problems (for the soulmate aus you could come up with a plot) to become better people and they never murdered but be respectful to the reader and her personality because she has seen enough death and she is fed up with it and don't want to see it as she lives and she has a rich personality

Since the request is really plot heavy and due to new rules I just did one darkin (I picked Varus since I'm a certified Varus simp lmao). A different soulmate au from the trademark arm writing on this blog, I wanted to explore a soulmate concept that could maybe work with Runeterra lore more~

Varus x Reader: Humanity (Soulmate AU)

How does one warm the cold heart of a darkin? You weren’t sure how, but with the blessing of multiple lives from the spirits above, you were going to keep trying until you succeed.

Word Count: 1293

Warning: Mentions of violence and death

You could always tell where Varus was through your hearing. The sound of silence that told you everything had been slain. Soon you would see the actual bodies that confirmed your thoughts. Again, you continued walking through the lands of Runeterra, until you came across the man you had been searching for.

His back was to you, but his audible growl signalled he knew you were there. It had become a sixth sense of sorts for the two of you, to always know when you were in each other's presence. His bow was already in hand but he didn't turn to face you.

“I told you to leave me alone,” he seethed.

“And you should know by now that I can't even if I wanted to.”

In truth, your mortal life should have ended centuries, if not millennia, ago. But when you were sent to the spirit realm, you were turned away. Celestial beings from the realm beyond stated your duty was not over, even though at that time you were unaware you even had one. They brought you back to the material world, telling you that you must remember this one command.

“Only you can stop the corrupted archer.”

With no other rules to go on, you wandered the land. You caught wind of the ancient legend of the darkin and the Void war, stories that were only passed down by word of mouth and likely distorted by time. Yet that was the only lead you had, you travelled to Ionia after what was likely lifetimes to find the embodiment of the corrupted bow and arrow.

The first time you met him, he instantly slayed you, only giving you the time to catch a glimpse of his face before you were sent back to the spirit realm. Thankfully when you found him in your next lifetime, he was more patient, cautiously cooperating and demanding who you are. Varus likely knew a lot more about you than you did of him, but you knew enough. Enough to know just how important it was to stop him before he ruined all of Runeterra.

In truth, your methods were unorthodox. You were given the command to stop Varus, but how? No experience in fighting would compare to his thousands of years of violence and his sheer ruthlessness. It was only until one quiet night, he did not sleep. Instead, he sat with his eyes alternating between his bow and his glowing chest. His hand of corrupted darkin flesh was a fist over where his heart would be. His eyebrows were furrowed, his face had softened into one of sorrow. Then, you didn't see a darkin, you saw a man. A man conflicted with inner turmoil.

When Varus noticed you were also awake, his sadness was replaced with his typical anger and he scowled at you to leave if you weren't going to sleep. You obeyed, with a plan in mind.

You were going to stop him with his own humanity. Follow him to the edges of Runeterra, acting as the angel on his shoulder as he attempts to devastate the land.

“You are nothing but a hindrance,” he snapped as he picked up his pace, walking away from you. You simply walked in stride. “But I suppose that's your intention...”

“You didn't even protect me the last time I died,” you complained and Varus' scowl deepened at your mocking tone.

“It's not my problem if you get caught in the crossfire,” he replied. “How many times have you died that way?”

You looked away, chuckling sheepishly, stopping when a thought struck you. “It didn't take long for me to find you this time. I would've only died on the other side of that valley. Were you perhaps waiting for me?”

Varus stiffened, his grip on his bow tightening. “Don't test my patience more than you already do.”

“And just sit back as you destroy this land? Kill all I hold dear?” You argued, opting for the confrontation route. Varus blinked, seemingly surprised at your response but you could see his muscles going taut as he tried to restrain his fury.

“You're lucky I even allow you near me and you still push your luck.”

“I'm just curious,” you shrugged as you took a step closer to him. “I want to know how I'm getting away with this. Maybe you aren't the big, bad darkin you want me to believe.”

“You've seen with your own eyes the villages I've devastated,” he replied, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips.

“But is that what you want to truly do?” you asked. “It's been taking a toll on you, I can tell.”

“Do not question me and don't you dare feign worry,” Varus hissed, the smirk gone just as soon as it appeared. “I know your purpose, don't think you can fool me.”

“Then why do you put up with me? Why not try and disappear off the face of Runeterra where I can never find you?”

When you finished speaking, Varus was trembling. Not from fear, but from desperately restraining his anger. A predator cornered, wanting to reassert dominance and attack the supposed prey. Standing right in front of him, you maintained eye contact. His next words were quiet and low but confident. The quiet before the storm.

“I could just kill you right here and now.”

You responded with the same quiet strength, voice barely above a whisper.

“Do it then.”

Varus didn't need to be told twice. In a fit of rage he lunged forward, abandoning his infamous bow. An arm went around your back, holding you in place as a blood red arrow formed in his hand, the tip pointing straight at your heart and digging into the fabric of your clothes. Your face betrayed you for a second, clearly alarmed, the innate fear of death overwhelming you before you hardened your expression again. You narrows your eyes, challenging the darkin silently as he stared at your face. His grip on the arrow tightened, he pressed the arrow further, just for you to feel discomfort but you weren't harmed just yet.

Although you've infuriated Varus almost nonstop, as tempted as he was to kill you to just get rid of one nuisance in his life, a brief respite, there was the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that reminded him it wasn't going to work. This wasn't the first time you challenged him to prove his hatred of you, and he remembered the first time he took the bait, driving an arrow into your heart. He hated the silence that ensued afterwards. He hated the sudden pain in his chest when you fell.

He hated how he sobbed over your limp body.

You were confident. Scarily so. Perhaps it was because you noticed how he hesitated before threatening you with empty words. So vulnerable in his arms yet your eyes held a daunting fire that seemed to slowly warm his cold, aching soul. His one weakness that he couldn't get rid of, he simultaneously wanted you to stay and disappear. His face scrunched for a moment as he growled to himself, pulling you back up to your feet.

“You may accompany me,” he said gruffly, walking away.

You blinked, stunned for a moment before hurriedly catching up with him, a grin growing on your face. “What's this, are we finally getting along?”

Varus didn't reply, only sending a wary look your way. It was soft yet concerned. For you, for him or for the future, you didn't know. All you knew was that it was a look that not a darkin would hold, but a human.

[shurelyasreverie]

Hi, Can I please request for a Varus x healer reader wherein Varus gets hurt and they nurse him back to health.

I'm really sorry if you wanted pure fluff anon but I couldn't stop myself with creating drama (also darkin Varus is canonically an egotistical jerk so... 😅)

Injured!Varus x Reader Drabble

Varus remained stiff as you bandaged his torso. His face was taut, both trying to handle the pain of the injury and the frustration that coursed through his body. He was so bitter he was actually bringing himself to talk to a lowly mortal like yourself.

“I had him. My arrow was aimed right at his heart,” he seethed. You hummed in acknowledgement, nodding as you were occupied with his injury.

If in doubt, heal every wound. No matter if the wounded may have deserved it, even if they were the scum of the earth. As a healer, if you didn't know any better, you would heal any and every injury. That was your personal mantra.

And that was the mantra that got you stuck in this arrangement.

You first found Varus half dead, lying among a patrol of Ionian soldiers who were all impaled by red arrows. Following your motto, you took him home and healed his body. When he woke up, he immediately had his bow and arrow again, aimed straight at your heart. You told him you meant well and Varus, satisfied with your handiwork, said he would come back to you if he was ever in need of healing. And he stuck to his word, visiting you many times.

“You can find him again,” you absentmindedly encouraged.

“That won't be happening anytime soon, healer,” he snapped his head to you. “Don't be foolish and act like you understand.”

“I can try.”

“No,” Varus said dismissively.

Varus tried to be an enigma. He left a shocking first impression, his attire, – or lack thereof – the rock-hard covering on his legs and forearms left many questions. How his chest glowed a dark purple and his eyes held a shallow, white stare. The instant he spoke you put two and two together and realised he was the one that murdered those soldiers. You realised that this man was less human but something else, but he wouldn't dare tell you anything. But you knew enough, like how he was clearly a dangerous individual and that if your healing is lacklustre, you would very likely be joining those soldiers.

But his latest visits have become more unpredictable. Before he would arrive with wounds that heavily impacted his combat, but now his injuries – except for now – were noticeably tamer. Yet he'd still talk to you in an impatient tone, telling you to hurry up with your healing so he could leave again. But he never left quickly.

Varus tried to stand, but he immediately regretted it, sitting back down as a wave of pain coursed through him. You chastised him.

“Those wounds are the heaviest since I first met you. You need to rest.”

“Don't tell me what to do-”

“Who’s the healer here?” You raised your eyebrows. “I know a dangerous wound when I see one. The first time we met, you rested for a month. These wounds will take a week at least. You can stay here.”

“You sound eager,” Varus replied sceptically.

“I'm eager to keep my head attached to my neck,” you replied brutally honestly, well aware that failing your duty meant Varus would unleash his wrath on you. For once, Varus smirked in satisfaction of your answer, clearly happy with your caution.

“Rest, Varus,” you insisted. He hesitated for a moment, staring at you before scowling.

“You sound considerate... it's odd,” Varus admitted.

“I've been looking after you for how long now?”

“I just... didn't notice the tone before,” he replied hastily, frowning in confusion before obeying you for once and laying down on the bed you provided.

“Thank you, healer,” Varus muttered making you cough in surprise. Did you just hear that correctly? Did the killer who was always acted as though you were on the brink of getting murdered by his own hands just thank you?

“What did you just-” You turned to Varus, only to have him facing the wall, back to you, probably feigning sleep. “Say...”

Ignoring your disappointment, you pulled the blanket over his chest. When he wasn't hellbent on murder, his face was actually quite pleasant and serene, particularly up close. You sighed before pulling away from him, wondering if he thought of such violent matters even in his sleep. You had healed many of his wounds, but would it ever be possible for you to heal his soul?