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]

"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.