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walk-the-fade · 7 months
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The Epilogue card that says "Varic ignored all incoming letters from The Prince of Starkhaven" Is FUNNY ASF when Hawke is left in the fade and romanced Sebastian. Mans is DESPERATELY searching for answers on what happened to his wife and the queen of his country and Varic is like "lmao not my problem choir-boy"
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stark-illerbase · 3 years
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Someone write a fic with the Kirkwall Crew in the format of a 2012 Avengers Tower fic... Like all of them just live somewhere in Hawke's Estate
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blackemporiums · 4 years
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Perhaps there is only abyss | fenhawke
1.4k of Varric & Fenris dealing with Hawke’s death, set mid-DA: Inquisition | on ao3
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Two weeks after the Varric’s world was upended (and how often could that happen to someone, really, before they broke?), he heads out of Skyhold and back home.
He tells the Inquisitor it’s for business, but he knows better than to think he’d fooled her. But he can’t bear to add this additional weight onto her mountain of burdens—she was faced with an impossible choice. And if Varric knew Hawke, well. He likely made the decision for her, anyway.
Still, it’s not like knowing that it was Hawke’s choice to stay in the Fade—no. That’s not right, he’s not just in the Fade, he’s dead, and the thought hits Varric like a punch in the gut that he needs to take a moment to reorient himself.
Hawke is dead. He’s dead. For real, now, not just Varric making things up to keep him safe. No, no keeping him safe anymore.
Varric’s halfway down the steps of the Viscount’s Keep, but he has to move to the side and grasp the balustrade carved into the stone. It grounds him, helps him hold the tears back.
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He checks the Hawke Estate first. Unsurprisingly empty. Varric stands by the fireplace that hasn’t been lit in months, and in a wild moment of rationality, he thinks that someone should get around to renaming this place.
He sets off and checks the Hanged Man, on the off chance that drowning sorrows in a place that was too noisy to allow for thought was the method of mourning. Or, that Isabela had gotten his letter and come to visit, to commiserate, and grieve in her own way. It’s empty, too, of the usual suspects—at least, the usual suspects that Varric once knew. It hurts, even after all this time, to think of all the nights they’d spent here, together. How insufferable Hawke’s ragtag crew of miscreants were, at the start. And as the battles piled on, eventually, they’d learned to be friends.
Varric doesn’t want to go down that path of nostalgia; not tonight. He has more important things to do.
He makes his way back to Hightown, and he figures that he’s doing this all out of order because he’s trying to delay the inevitable, but now he’s standing outside Fenris’ mansion and it’s time.
“Hey, broody, open up,” Varric says. He tries to keep his voice light, but it cracks at the nickname, and he takes a moment to rest his head against the door, trying to calm himself. “It’s just me.”
The door stays closed, but when Varric tries the knob, it gives.
He scoffs with a quick flash of irritation. Of course.
The house is even more of a mess (and he hadn’t thought that possible) than it was, the last time he was here. He can’t even remember the last time he was here. He feels a chill as he walks across the entrance hall, remembering the shades they had to fight through, after all the assassins. Maker, the shit he’s been through.
The door to Fenris’ bedroom is open, and the heat from the fireplace is enough to let Varric know that despite the sepulchral atmosphere, someone in this godforsaken mansion was alive.
Varric stands at the precipice of the door, but can’t bring himself to say anything when he finally sees Fenris.
Fenris, legs stretched out in front of him, leaning against the bed, two empty bottles of wine lying beside him. His eyes are red-rimmed and glassy. He doesn’t even register that Varric is there.
“Hey,” Varric says.
Fenris’ gaze shifts to him slowly—confirming Varric’s theory on how drunk Fenris was.
“You,” Fenris says, and Varric figures that he means for it to have more bite to it.
“Anything left for me? Or have you drunk it all?”
Fenris looks away, hangs his head, then shrugs.
Varric sits beside Fenris, stretches out his legs and lets his feet get warmed by the fire.
“Don’t,” Fenris says, just as Varric opens his mouth.
“Okay,” Varris says.
It’s strange to see Fenris like this. Not the drunk part—he’d seen that often enough, before—but wearing clothes, not armor. Even stranger to think that Hawke had probably helped him pick out these loose pants, the soft-looking shirt.
They’re silent for what feels like hours. Varric had gotten up in the middle of it to try and scrounge around, and let out a relieved sigh when he found an unopened bottle of Mackay's Epic Single Malt. He’d sent a few bottles to Hawke, back when the Inquisitor had found a stash. Varric doesn’t want to think of how he and Fenris had probably drank together, or how Fenris must’ve gone through the Estate, collecting things that were of use. He doesn’t want to think of how often Fenris must have done that—pick up the pieces of his life, small enough to fit a backpack, and move on, and on, and on, until one day, he didn’t have to be so frugal with his belongings.
Until one day, he had to be, once more.
They drank in silence, Fenris slouching further and further until he’s almost at Varric’s height when seated. Varric’s drunk. Thank the Maker he’s drunk, because after what was probably actual hours of silence, Fenris finally chooses to speak.
“I told him,” Fenris says, and stops to clear his throat. His voice was rough from disuse. “I told him not to go.”
Varric snorts. “I did too.”
“Never did listen,” Fenris slurs. “Bastard.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Varric says, tipping the bottle into his mouth and passing it to Fenris.
Fenris sets the bottle down between them, and it wobbles precariously before Varric holds it upright.
They’re silent again.
“Nothing to live for, now,” Fenris says, and it’s a lot, coming from him, but somehow he sounds glib about it.
Varric turns and stares at him.
“What,” Fenris says, deadpan.
Varric does not want to say, I guess his sarcasm rubbed off on you, because it’s too much, it’s all still too much, it will never stop being too much to believe.
Fenris swears under his breath, then slinks down further onto the floor until he’s lying down.
Varric reaches out and tentatively pats Fenris’ shoulder.
Then, he watches, transfixed, as a single tear rolls down Fenris cheek.
“Should’ve gone with him,” Fenris whispers, and Varric knows, he knows it’s the alcohol loosening Fenris’ jaw, cracking it open to give voice to all his thoughts. All he can do is listen, and he keeps his hand on Fenris’ shoulder. He likes to think it gives him some comfort.
  “Your Inquisitor,” Fenris says, and he says Inquisitor like it’s a slur—for a brief moment, Varric has to agree. “Is she worth it?”
Varric sighs.
“Hawke thought so,” he says, because he knows, too, that no matter how close he and Fenris were (which, honestly, wasn’t a lot) his opinion would never hold water.
Fenris scoffs. “Who cares. He’s dead.” Then, “do you think she’s worth it?”
Varric thinks of Haven. Thinks of Redcliffe, of Haven, of the songs sung in the valley amidst the bitter cold, of a woman who’d come back from certain death.
Then he thinks of Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast, the Vinmark Mountains and the being who fashioned himself into a god.
He thinks of the Deep Roads, and of Lowtown on fire. He thinks of the man they’re grieving. He thinks of the woman who caused their grief.
“Yes,” Varric says, voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
Fenris frowns, and Varric glances down at Fenris’ fists when the tattoos flash blue. But they fade just as quickly, and Fenris raises his hand to cover his eyes.
“Hawke was worth it,” Fenris says, and Varric bites down on his lip and nods, because he can’t speak. It’s a rare moment, and Fenris seems to recognize this—he lifts his hand away and pushes himself up to rest on his elbows.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, tone urgent, as if something’s going to come out of the walls and attack them. Frankly, that seems more ideal as compared to crying in front of Fenris, but Varric’s life has been nothing but a series of moments that were not ideal.
Varric laughs, high and thready, half-hysterical. “Everything, broody,” he says. “Everything’s fucking wrong.”
Fenris huffs out a breath, a small smile on his lips. “You’re right,” he says, lying back down on the floor.
Varric’s trying very valiantly to pull himself together that he almost doesn’t hear it when Fenris says, “I told Hawke, before he left. I said that I was tired of everything changing.”
Varric looks down at Fenris.
Fenris keeps his gaze on the ceiling. There’s a sad smile on his lips, and if Varric weren’t so completely wrecked, he would’ve said something about how it looked alien on his face.
“He told me that some things would stay the same.”
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thestanconfessions · 5 years
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too-many-lavellans · 2 years
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“Oh? My seat appears to be taken"
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midnytelove · 7 years
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I knew if I searched long and hard enough, I would eventually find my favourite dwarf in Andromeda XD
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theirinscousland · 7 years
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Varric and Cassandra are my favorite platonic dynamic in the DAUniverse
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goblin-gardens · 3 years
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I think that Jack Rackham Blacksails and Varic Tethras Dragonage would be the worst sort of best friends.
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mirageofthecrystal · 2 years
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📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?
Faiolan loves reading, and has ever since he was a boy. He adores fantasy epics, novels about adventure, noble knights and dashing heroes, folks going on quests to save the world from the brink of destruction, and all that jazz. But, between you and me, there is another genre that he enjoys as a sort of guilty pleasure... bad romance novels, which he'll be the first to admit are awful, but still. Though I don't have an equivalent in mind for Eorzea, I'd reference the works of Dragon Age's Varic Tethras, most notably 'Swords & Shields'. Just a smutty bit of nonsense to stimulate the imagination! Special mention to Encyclopedias, which Faiolan HAD to read as a kid due to his father's insistence on an all encompassing education. He loves reading about other cultures and their histories, and in another life perhaps would have been a scholar rather than a knight.
Thanks for the ask, @rokachan!
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yournewdadmiles · 3 years
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I'm starting my first fic rn- and all my struggles aside (like not knowing HOW LONG A CHAPTER IS SUPPOSED TO FLIPPIN BE)
I have made the realization that truly- Varic is just the best wingman
IF THE VARIC TETHRAS WANTS TO MAKE A BOOK ABOUT YOUR ROMANCE THEN YOU KNOW IT'S FRIGGIN GOOD SHIZ
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tiadres · 3 years
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30 Days Dragon Age OC Challenge
Day 18: Companions
Anders: Anders is Cadriel’s partner and I will be talking more about him tomorrow in Day 19: Courtship, but overall Cadriel and Anders liked each other from the start. They share similar political views and are both mages, and love each other deeply.
Varric: BFF. Is there anything else to be said? There’s no Hawke without Tethras. 
Isabela: Isabela is probably Cadriel’s closest friend after Varic. They became friends pretty quickly and always have a good time with each other. Cadriel was also quick to suspect that Isabela is a much deeper person than she lets on, and the pirate has been comfortable enough with Cadriel to reveal some details of her past. 
Merrill: Cadriel chose to take a sort of middle road with Merrill. From Cadriel’s point of view Merrill was sometimes a bit reckless and too trusting with her demon and use of blood magic, but Cadriel wanted to give her the benefit of doubt and help Merrill in regaining the history of her people. While they may not always agree, they are friends and enjoy each other’s company. Cadriel is sad about how things went with Merrill’s clan, but at least they’re alive even if they’re angry at Merrill. 
Fenris: Becoming friends with Fenris took some time as both him and Cadriel had to get to know each other well and meet each other half way. Once they did they developed a firm friendship that was not shaken by their differing opinions on magic.
Aveline: Sometimes Cadriel and Aveline clash (from Cadriel’s point of view, Aveline can be really difficult and hypociritical sometimes, and Aveline doesn’t always agree with Cadriel’s actions) but their experiences during the Blight hitched them together as friends and they do have a certain respect for each other. Most of the time they get along well. 
Carver: Growing up with mage siblings, Carver often felt left out and shadowed by his big sister. Cadriel and Carver developed a rivalry of sorts, with lots of bickering and clashing as Carver searched for his place in the world. Still they love each other: they’re family. Becoming a Grey Warden turned out to be a good thing for Carver, as he found his own place and didn’t feel like he was in competition with his sister anymore. This allowed for their relationship to become calmer and friendlier as well. 
Bethany: Cadriel loved her kid sister dearly and growing up felt much closer to Bethany than to Carver because they were both mages and spent lots of time studying under Malcolm. And Bethany was just so kind and sweet, it was easy to get along with her. Cadriel felt absolutely horrible seeing that Ogre kill her sister, and that memory haunted her nightmares for a long time. And when Leandra in her pain blamed Cadriel for Bethany’s death, Cadriel said nothing to defend herself. After all, she did feel guilty for not having been able to protect her sister. 
Sebastian: Sebastian puzzled Cadriel a bit. She honestly didn’t understand why he wanted to hang out with her and the rest of the gang after they had helped him with his problem. I once saw this post where companions were summarized in funny way and Sebastian was something like “priest who accidentally joined biker gang”, and that’s pretty much how Cadriel felt about him. Yet she was too nice to tell him to go away, and over the course of years she did grow to consider him a sort of friend too even though he never really fit in the same way as the rest of the group - despite their differences - did.  That fragile friendship was terminated when Sebastian demanded that Cadriel execute Anders. Cadriel understood why Sebastian was furious - she too was upset although for different reasons - but there was no way she’d kill her partner, especially when she agreed with Anders’ motivations for doing what he did. Sebastian left with vows for vengeance, and Cadriel did not miss him. She was however surprised and angry when Sebastian actually later fulfilled his promise and returned to Kirkwall with an army. So with Sebastian Cadriel went from work acquaintances to friends to bitter enemies. 
Tallis: The adventure with Tallis was quite an excursion to usual Kirkwall business. Cadriel was angry that Tallis cheated her in order to get her help; in fact if Tallis had been honest from the start, Cadriel would have agreed to help her more readily than with the whole treasure heist story Tallis fed her. But then again considering Tallis’ background, it was understandable why she lied. In the end Cadriel chose to help Tallis - she was already deep in her mess anyway - and they separated on good terms.
Dane: Dane is Cadriel’s Mabari, and obviously the goodest of bois <33
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walk-the-fade · 6 years
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Anders and Varic Reunion years after the Chantry
Someone try to tell me that Varic couldn't walk straight up to him and just knock that boy upside the jaw, and when Anders is bunched over with his lip busted he drags him down in to the tightest hug.
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stark-illerbase · 3 years
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I CAN'T stop thinking about the Hawke and Co. In the Owl House Art style/universe
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itscuriousinsane · 3 years
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So there is a copy of ‘’Swords and Shields’’ by Varic Tethras laying around in the Elven Mountain Ruins in the Trespasser DLC. Ok fine, but why in the lord’s name is there a random SOCK right beside it? Since no one really has access to the Eluvians, I can’t stop imagining that It was Solas who was reading that smutty (Casandras words) book XD !!! You can imagine the rest...  
Bonus picture, my lovely inquisitor Dany Trevelyan.
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dalishious · 6 years
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i know it's up to personal interpretation, but do you have any idea how old any of the origins and inquisition protagonists would roughly be?.
(Here is my post on deducting DA:O companion ages)
(Here is my post for DA:2)
A lot of this is just examining the timeline and matching things up. Remember that the majority of events in DA:I take place in 9:41 Dragon.
DA:I Companion/Advisor Ages:
Cassandra - Cass was 12 when her brother was murdered, which WoTv2 says was in 9:16 Dragon. Thus she was born in 9:04, making her 37 years old.
Solas - Oh man… So, the closest we can get to a time in which Solas would have been born, is likely in the -4600s Ancient; this is amidst the height of Arlathan, and when the elves and dwarves first make contact. So he is about 2000 years old, give or take a few hundreds. (But as far as like, appearances go, according to Weekes he is in his early to mid 40s.)
Varric - House Tethras was exiled from Orzammar in 8:98 Blessed. Varic’s father died five years later, in 9:03 Dragon. Varric was two at the time, thus his birth year is 9:01, making him 40 years old.
Sera - Sera remembers being just a child during the 5th Blight, which was only eleven years ago. WoTv2 also says that she joined the Friends of Red Jenny “at a very young age.” I would estimate her to be between 20-23 years old. (She and Cole are the bbs.)
Vivienne - Vivienne was transferred to the Montsimmard Circle at age 19. She met Duke Bastien shortly after at the Wintersend Ball, which was in 9:16 Dragon. This would put her birth year between 8:96-8:97 Blessed, making her 44-45 years old.
Blackwall - There are no exact dates for anything in Blackwall’s background, other than that he ran into the real Blackwall in 9:37 Dragon. This was after spending a good number of years in the Orlesian army, then as a mercenary. In the same tweet Weekes wrote about Solas, he insinuates he and Blackwall are similar ages. Put this together and I’d estimate him to also be in his early 40s.
Iron Bull - Like Blackwall, there are no exact dates for anything in Bull’s background, only that according to WoTv2 he spent 8 years in Seheron, 7 years as part of “Fisher’s Bleeders,” and then I’d estimate a 2-3 with his own company. With all this taken into consideration, I’d estimate his age to be between 35-40.
Dorian - Confirmed birth year to be 9:11 Dragon in WoTv2, making him 30 years old.
Cole - Cole’s codex entry says he’s no more than 20 years old. This matches up with what he’s observed to be in Asunder.
Leliana - As discussed in here, by 9:41 Dragon she’d be 36-38 years old.
Josephine - There’s next to zero information about Josephine’s age in the lore, and no dates of her life’s events to even map out some ranges. The only thing we know is that according to her codex, she finished school “at a surprisingly young age.” She then spent an undisclosed amount of time as the Antivan-Orlesian diplomat, but it was enough for her to build a good reputation. However the game files mention she is in her late 20′s.EDIT: Sylvia Feketekuty said Josie is between 27-29 on Twitter.
Cullen - WoTv2 says Cullen became a templar and was stationed at Kinloch Hold “ten years after his childhood declaration,” which he made at age 8. A year later the Fifth Blight began, making him 19 in 9:30 Dragon, and therefore 30 years old in DA:I.
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ao3feed-fenhawke · 6 years
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From a housemaid then a cook, a nanny to be the Herald of andraste himself
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2HMKMcp
by LeeLen2writer
Camille or simply "Cam" to his friends and broody lover one day disappeared only to appear in the ruins of what used to be the temple of sacred ashes with a glowing green left hand. Varric can't decide if he should feel happy, relieved or scared as hell because he is the one who needs to inform a certain Broody elf he has no idea where he might have gone...."I'm happy i don't have to do this in person".
A Sequel to my DA:2 Story.... it's still a draft and i'm still playing the game so i'm thinking about making it an Origin/prequel side thing. I will include an introduction to my OC as I always do but i suck at drawing so i'm just going to borrow google pics as usual ( Lazy af butt and i won't lie~)
Words: 2286, Chapters: 2/3, Language: English
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age II
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: M/M
Characters: Original Male Character(s), Cassandra, Varic, Fenris (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras, Solas, Cullen, Leliana, Josephine
Relationships: Fenris/Male Hawke, Fenris/Original Character
Additional Tags: Solas Being Solas, Varric Tethras is a Good Friend, Minor Cassandra Pentaghast/Varric Tethras, Cullen Has Issues, Sassy Inquisitor, Inquisitor Being an Asshole, Fenris Needs a Hug, Protective Fenris, Fenris in Dragon Age: Inquisition
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