Soulmate AUs

[ladyvoldything]

1: your soulmate’s name is on one wrist and your enemy’s name is on the other and you have no clue which is which.

2: your heart (and chest) glow when you first meet (or touch, if you prefer) your soulmate. Hopefully it's someone you like.

3: you're colorblind until you first see (or touch) your soulmate.

4: you're born with the first word your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your skin.

5: it's impossible to lie to your soulmate.

6: only your soulmate can kill you.

7: after you meet your soulmate, the two of you hear the same background music during important moments/events for the rest of your lives. not always romantic, lmao.

8: wild card!

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[undwarfy]

Varric frowned a little at that reaction. It was- strange, to say the least- to kiss someone on the neck and be thanked for it, when all he wanted was to keep kissing, to keep touching, to feel the man in front of him as much as he could.

So he huffed a little sound and kissed again: a slow, ungentle thing that sucked and rasped teeth until he was sure he made a mark, then soothed the spot with soft presses of lips and tongue. A slow, hard, claiming kiss that said quite clearly: we're not done.

[lyriumclaws]

Oh, that wasn't fair. He hurt all over and Varric chose now? He groaned, fingers tightening in Varric's hair as he debated, for a few now-quicker heartbeats if he should pull him back, but it felt too good to lose now. "After all that hard work you did," he murmured, "soothing all that bruising away, you had to put a new one there, mm?"

But he shifted, slow and cautious of all of the aches and pains through his body, turning and hoping Varric would get at least some of the idea and hold him to be sure he didn't falter in some direction or the other, as he leaned in to brush his lips against Varric's with a sort of querying intent. There was still such a chance that Varric would regret this tomorrow. In fact, Fenris was almost sure he would. But maybe he could take the offer tonight.

[undwarfy]

Varric did one better: he scooped up Fenris's legs and turned him around, so he sat sideways across Varric's lap, then met that kiss gently. Oh, he wanted to dive in with a hunger, but this felt too important to rush.

So a soft kiss it was: soft, delicate, loving, but in no way hesitant.

[lyriumclaws]

This...

This changed everything.

When he could move without too much pain, he had work to do. He had a very nice Vashoth to apologise to. He had a few jobs to rethink.

But in the moment, he had a pair of shoulders to wrap his arms around, a hair tie to toss aside so his fingers could slide into hair he had eyed more than once, hands itching to touch, to feel. And he had a kiss to sink into and answer with lips and tongue and heart.

[undwarfy]

They sat like that for a few minutes: hands touching, exploring, tongues stroking and breath gasping and a kiss deep and scorching and intense.

Only a few minutes, though, because it did change everything. It changed everything, and Varric was exhausted, and Fenris was hurt. So he broke the kiss gently, a hand on the elf's cheek.

"You need your beauty rest."

[lyriumclaws]

"Probably," he agreed with a smile and faint laugh. His fingers trailed over Varric's cheek, though, forehead finding his to rest against. "Could I sleep beside you tonight? No more than sleep, of course, but I'm still feeling... physically unsure."

'Rattled' was probably a good word for it. Why it had unsettled him so much, he didn't know, but he felt more able, now, to rely on Varric for a little reassurance. To sleep with him within arm's reach, if not in his arms, would help, he was sure.

[undwarfy]

"That sounds fine," he smiled, in a tone that implied it was much more than just fine. "Anyway, our passionate consummation might be a while. You know me, I'm saving myself for the Maker."

His eyes twinkled at the old callback to Sebastian, and the ways Varric used to jibe at him. Saving himself for Andraste, Varric used to say, a blushing born-again virgin waiting for some Chantry mother to lay him trembling on a bed of roses. For now, it served as a good enough cover for his various emotional issues he needed to resolve.

[lyriumclaws]

Fenris' answer to that was a quiet snort, but then he started to stir. They could-- Well, no, they could sleep on the chaise, but Fenris didn't want to. It was too narrow, too easy to roll off of. An actual bed was a better idea. The only question was whose. But... Well, he'd asked to sleep beside Varric.

So after he managed to climb to his feet, labour that it was, he started to walk in that direction, knowing well where Varric's bed was. As if he could miss such a thing in their little suite. (He was coming to love this place. And while he knew that they would most likely return to Kirkwall at some point, he would always have good memories here.)

[undwarfy]

Varric followed him, blowing out candles and turning off lanterns as he went, until a single lantern clutched in his hand was all that lit their way. Once in the room, Varric hung the lantern on its hook and climbed into bed, leaving the covers open enough for the elf. The lantern's yellow-orange glass cast a delicious warm glow over them both. It made him wish, for the first time, that Fenris was well enough to... not sleep.

[lyriumclaws]

Fenris slid into the bed, a sigh of relief coming as the mattress took his weight - and then he edged over until he was at Varric's side, forehead leaned to Varric's hair, an arm draped over him. It wasn't possessive as much as it was... hopeful. It had been a very, very long time since he'd slept this way, with someone's weight beside him. He liked the feeling, especially with the present company. His eyes closed as he laid there and...

And he couldn't help the slightest wandering of his fingers on Varric's side, the slip of the fabric over his skin bringing a little depth to his smile.