#variandra

  I published something - finally

  It’s rated mature for mature themes, major character death ect... but no sm*t this time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33310915/chapters/82718719

https://www.wattpad.com/1056983633-masquerade-fantasy-revisited

Or

It’s finished guys! Finally! 

Harry's Bar, a modern jazz bar fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27835594

No warnings apply.

Cassandra watched her father come in through the reflection of her mirror. She turned around and smiled at him and he gave a weary smile back.

  “I thought you’d be polishing your armour, got to look good to walk me down the aisle tomorrow.”

  Her Father sighed.

  “Come sit with me Cassandra.” He said sitting on the bed and patting the covers next to him. Cassandra did as he asked and looked up at him worriedly.

  “Dad? What’s the matter?”

  “Oh, nothing the matter Cassandra. I just, we need to talk. You’ve never had a mother and I’ve never had a wife, so I guess I’m not the best person to talk about this but I’m your father.”

  Cassandra slowly realized what was going on.

  “Dad, are you here to talk to me about wifely duties?”

  “Well… yes.”

  “That’s really not necessary.” Cassandra said hoping he would understand just how awkward it was for her to have ‘this’ conversation with her Dad.

  “It is Cassandra, you see it's not just cooking and keeping house, there’s the baby making...”

  “Dad.” Cassandra interrupted him. “Seriously, do you remember when you talked to me about my first monthly bleed? I was traumatized, literally traumatised. Do you really think that we should have this talk?”

  “When a man loves a woman.” Her Dad carried on ignoring her protests.

  “If you're about to use the term 'special hug' I'm going to run out of here screaming.”

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A fighting ring?”

  “Yep.” Varian said, he went to the side of the of the ring and picked up two swords, throwing one to her, that she caught one handed. “Need time to catch your breath?”

  She looked down and noted that it was a blunted practice sword.

  “Oh good, you don’t actually want to die.”

  “Are you ready milady.” Varian said moving to the other side of the ring and getting into a duelling position.

  Cassandra widened her legs and crouched down low, the sword out in front of her.

  “Bring it on.”

  They circled each other for a moment, thinking she saw an opening Cassandra dived at Varian, surprised when he easily skipped out of the way, he hadn’t been that fast when they had raced. She turned quickly on her heel and raised her sword again, going for an overhead blow, Varian raised his sword in time to protect himself, their swords clanging together. Varian grunted as he put weight against his sword arm, managing to push Cassandra backwards making her stumble. She had seconds to parry his next blow as lunged at her stomach. She dodged it dropping to the floor and rolling away.

"Wait, you can fight?" Cassandra said back on her feet, circling him again. She hadn’t expected him to have the skill that he was showing, hadn’t expected him to be this confident or fast.

  “My father was a knight of the Dark Kingdom, as was his father, and his father before him. Once we came out of hiding he was happy to train me, well, maybe not happy, but I annoyed him until he gave in."

  There was a smirk on his face but as he was talking Cassandra was tightening their circle, getting closer and closer to him. With a shout she dove at him again, only to find herself suddenly surrounded by a thick fog. She looked around confused, she could sense him near her, she could hear his heavy breathing. She turned this way and that, but the fog was just too thick to make him out.

  “Using alchemy is unfair.”

  "Don't expect your opponent to play fair. They'll use anything they can against you." Varian’s voice answered, she smirked, now he’d spoken she knew where he was, she turned and took a couple of weary steps forward, her sword raised ready to strike as soon as she saw him. Suddenly something from behind her connected with bad leg swiping it from under her, she fell to the floor with a grunt.  A heavy body fell on top of her, hands were pinning hers down, and she looked up to see the exhilarated smile on Varian’s face.

  "My bad leg." She said shocked that he would take advantage of the leg that he had helped to heal.

  "Is going to be an obvious weak spot from now on so you'll have to leave to protect it better. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you Cassie.”

  She smiled, he thought that he had won, but she had one more trick up her sleeve. She leaned up, closing the distance between them, and kissed him. His eyes widened in shock, before they flickered closed. She pulled a hand free from his restraint and gently folded it into his hair, he gave a satisfied hum against her lips and let go of her other wrist. Which was exactly what Cassandra had been waiting for, she reached down to the belt at her waist, and moving slowly so that Varian would not notice she pulled the short dagger that she kept there out of its holder. She moved it up and gently touched the blade of the knife to his throat.

  Varian’s breath hitched, he opened his eyes, he moved cautiously away from her, only moving a few milometers so the blade wouldn’t cut into his skin, then he let out a small deep chuckle.

  "I'm not the only one with an obvious weak spot.” Cassandra said with a smirk. “You're dead."

  “Okay, okay, you win.”

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