#qvt

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Quantum Veil Theory: A modern Solavellan romp through the vagaries of grad school in Orlais. Lara Lavellan, physics graduate student, reluctantly moves to Val Royeaux to continue her research. Solas remembers every past life she spent with him, but things take a turn when this life seems a little too close to that of the Inquisitor’s.

This fic is fluffy and absolutely silly and it is complete!  

Featuring: 

Reincarnations

Physics puns

And they were roommates!

Ceaseless jabs at academia

A dragon doing the cha cha slide 

Zero inappropriate Professor/Student relationships! 

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Reader Reviews:

This story is completely .. just every sweet thing about all of them all mushed and I love it 

Oh I want so much more of this story. I made my heart happy and made me leave wanting more. Thank you for this brilliantly written piece. If there is anything else you have written I am on my way to find it. :) Thanks

Oh Solas. Solas, Solas, Solas. You really know how to cause problems for yourself my dude 

I keep trying to give this kudos at the end of every chapter, and I can't give extra kudos! This is such a great time and a great story! 

Oh my goodness! This story is fantastic! You’ve officially ticked all my boxes. Modern Day AU, Soulmates/Remembering Past lives, Science Jargon Ahoy, holy moly it’s the trifecta.You write Solas so well, it’s a really interesting thing to see him still be Solas but still progress his character a bit to fit the circumstances.I’m immensely curious about how this is all going to progress, thank you for this story!!

I am ardently in love with this fic. I love Lara, and all the iterations of Lavellan she has been. I love this version of Solas, both bitter and hopeful and everything in between. The way these people have congregated, the situations in this current life, everything. I'm really glad I started reading this! I had to binge it this week! I am very much looking forward to the next chapter! 

This story has been one hell of an amazing journey.

I was gifted this amazing piece of fan art from Han_shot_first over on AO3 for my story, Quarantine Veil Theory, in which the modern Thedas gang deals with covid.  

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Solas ran his hand through hair that had settled down to his shoulders. Twisting a lock in his fingers, he idly searched for grays while the others continued to gawp at him. He hadn’t seen it in thousands of years, but it was still a sort of reddish-brown color. He tossed the hair over his shoulder. His scalp would be too sore for hours for him to tie it back. He didn’t even own a brush.“Satisfied?” he asked Lara.

She opened her mouth to speak, closed it, reached out to touch his hair, then pulled back. “I have a lot of questions,” she finally said.

“And I suppose these questions will prevent me from doing the shopping?”

“How do I know that’s not just… Fade-hair?” she demanded.

He leaned closer to her. “Would you like to touch it?”

I was given a writing challenge to write less than 300 words on a moment when a character realized they were in love with another. Here is Lara and Solas from my modern AU, Quantum Veil Theory. Given Lara’s complete lack of self-reflection, this probably takes place after they have been dating for at least five years. 

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Lara was brushing her teeth when it happened. Solas had had to be dragged off the sofa to bed, his eyes barely open as he shuffled through a drawer for a shirt. He put it on inside-out, blinking slowly as he processed the error. With effort he pulled it back over his head, and Lara quickly spit out her toothpaste to find he had put it back on, but backward this time. He frowned at it, unable to make sense of why it wasn’t right, then gave up and fell into his bed.

Watching him stumble and blunder in his sleepiness, Lara suddenly knew that she loved him, and for once the words didn’t feel so scary. They felt comfortable and warm, like an old shirt that could be twisted this way and that and maybe were supposed to go in one direction but could go backwards or upside down and still work as long as they were applied to the right person.

“I love you,” she said to his sleeping form, and he smiled. He probably knew that already. She wasn’t exactly skilled at introspection. She couldn’t say when she fell in love or where, but it was here, her face pressed against his back and her arm wrapped around him that it finally felt like it fit.

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21. Thigh-high stockings and garter belts

Thank you so much for the prompt! The list it came from ishere. If you were hoping for smut… I’m sorry, but it’s not where my brain went.Also, part of me was like, Fenris wouldn’t go along with this stupid plan. Andthe rest of me was like, Fenris married Hawke! Half of his life is just goingalong with stupid plans!

I couldn’t make this work with the timing of QVT, so we’regoing to pin this under multiverse theory, in a world in which Fenris and Hawkeskip the honeymoon, or maybe in which Lara manages to keep control over herapartment.

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(QVT is a modern AU with a main pairing of  Solas x Lavellan and a side pairing of Fenris x Hawke)

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Hi Fenris! I receiveda package without a name on it, so I opened it. But… I don’t think it’s for me.Do you want to come get it?

That seemed normal enough, right? Lara’s thumb hovered overthe send button. Should she have offered to deliver it to him? No, that wouldonly make this so much worse. There wasn’t much she could do. The package wasopen, she couldn’t hide that she saw what was in it, so better just to pull thebandaid off and be done with it.

Maybe she should just leave it outside her door.

I am nearby right now.I will come take a look.

She couldn’t lock the door on the man who gave her a freeapartment.  So he liked wearing lingerie.Maybe he wasn’t shy about it. Lara could be mature about this. She waited,trying to find a natural position to sit in.

Fenris opened the door, swore to himself, shut it, thenknocked. He hadn’t been up since she moved in, and obviously wasn’t used toknocking on his own door. He blinked twice at her choice of wall decorations—plasticsheets covered in equations—and asked for the package.

“It’s over on thecounter,” she said, waving toward his old kitchenette. “I’ll just um, I’ll just…yeah.”

She tried to pretend she wasn’t watching him examine theshipping label. His brows furrowed, and he pulled out the offending products.

“I did not order these.”

Two garter belts hung from his fingers, soft lace danglingin the air. The matching stockings were still in their plastic wrap.

“Well I didn’t.”She was met with his calm, skeptical face, and felt a whole-body blush seepingthrough her skin. “And if I had, I definitely wouldn’t invite you over to come…look through them.”

He placed the garments back into the package and pulled outthe receipt. “Perhaps someone purchased them for you. A gift.”

Her face burned even harder. She couldn’t even begin toconsider that Solas would do this. They weren’t even… they’d barely even started… She crossed her arms over herchest.

“And maybe Hawke purchased them for you.”

“Hawke wouldn’t—”

He paused. Lara narrowed her eyes at him, daring him tofinish that sentence. Hawke wouldn’t forget his address? Hawke wouldn’t forgetto leave a note? Hawke wouldn’t buy him lingerie? They both knew she would.

Fenris rubbed a hand over his face. “What size are they?”

Both of them now held a garter each, looking at the labels. “It’sjust numbers,” Lara said, “Doesn’t mean anything to me.”

It was the same with the stockings. As Lara tried not to admirethe seam on the back, she had to admit that the buyer had good taste. Please, please don’t be Solas.

Fenris pulled out his phone and started texting Hawke. Therewas no amount of money in the world that could tempt her to ask Solas if he hadbought her underwear. Well, actually there were many sums she would acceptbecause money was useful, men were plentiful and dignity was fleeting, but it wasunlikely Fenris had any money to speak of.

She held a stocking up toward him to gauge the length. Hehad at least five inches on her, and while she had never worn this stylebefore, it looked too long. Upon catching his glare, she brought her hand backdown. “Maybe you should… try it on. See if it fits.”

“Me?” Fenris looked pointedly at the stockings in her handand back at Lara.

They stared at each other for what felt like hours, waitingfor the other to back down. “We’ll both try them on,” Lara finally huffed.

“What?”

“One pair each. That way we both can feel like idiots.”

“So just another day then.”

“Exactly.”

Fenris took the bathroom and Lara went to her bedroom. Shewas absolutely not about to try to figure out how a garter worked, so she puton the shortest shorts she owned and got to work rolling up the stockings. Asshe suspected, they were way too long.

“Fenris,” she called, walking into the hallway, “These aren’t—Oh.”

Hawke was standing in her living room. She gave Lara a onceover, biting her lip and stroking her chin. “That… is not quite how I imaginedthem looking. Tell me, do your shorts happen to say ‘physics’ on the ass, orsome other delightful expression?”

A clatter from the bathroom saved Lara from having torespond. Hawke threw open the door, and Fenris tumbled out. Hawke caught himbefore he slipped across the floor. Lara knew she shouldn’t look, but fuck did Fenris look good, even if hehad chosen to put the garter on over his briefs and then promptly fallen on hisass before he could attach the stockings.

“How does anyone walk in these?” he grumbled.

“They don’t, mostly. Are you done giving Lara a show? I don’twant her getting any ideas.” Hawke glanced at Lara, who was unabashedlyenjoying the view. “Well, any more ideas.I have a hard time believing you werethe one to suggest putting on my lingerie for what I can only imagine was somesort of practical joke?”

“That is exactly what happened,” Lara said, pink from headto toe and still staring at Fenris’s thighs. “And we succeeded at the joke andit’s over now so I’m going to take these off.”

From inside her room and beyond the pounding of her heartwithin her ears, Lara heard Hawke say, “Happy honeymoon, husband. I didn’treally intend for these to be a ‘his and hers’ matching set but I can’t say Ihate it.”

Fenris’s response was muffled, and then Hawke was laughing. Larafolded up the stockings neatly, added the garter belt to the pile, gathered allthe courage and poise she had left, and entered the living room.  

“Enjoy your honeymoon,” she said, unable to meet Hawke’seyes.

She turned on her heel to flee, when Hawke exclaimed, “Meteor!Of course that’s what they say. Because your ass is out of this world.”

Thank you! Prompts can be found here.  And since I’ve been thinking about Hawke and Fenris today, I wrote about their modern counterparts from QVT. 

Napping in Sunshine

Fenris’s hand fell slack in hers, and Hawke turned her headto admire his sleeping face pressed up against the window of the bus. He waspredictable like that; put him in a beam of sunshine, and a few minutes laterhe was slumbering happily.

Then again, he’d made some major life decisions earlier.Maybe he needed a rest.

He’d turned to her inbed, brushing her hair out of her eyes and a kiss over her eyelids. “Hawke, whatif… what if let Lara stay in my apartment?”

She’d been annoyed. Itwas early. She hadn’t even opened her eyes. “You already did that.”

“No, I mean…permanently.”

A sigh, an attempt tofind a cooler part of her pillow, an attempt to not be talking anymore. “That’sa hell of a way to tell me you’re leaving me.”

He’d huffed, soft airhitting her neck and tickling her as her hair fluttered against her skin. “Imeant what if we lived together? Permanently.”

“You want to move in?”

“I want to marry you.”

She’d snapped her eyesopen then. She wanted to see him when he asked. “You want…?”

He’d smiled. Made her waita little. Heart pounding in her chest as she started to wonder if she’d dreamed the words and he hadn’t said them at all. Big green eyes so earnest when he said, “Marry me, Hawke.”

“Yes.” He leanedforward, perhaps to kiss her, but she threw herself out of bed before it couldland. “If we’re doing this, I’m not waiting another second. Get dressed.”

She’d spent the morning getting Lara’s things moved in.Fenris gave her the news and the keys while Hawke bought bus tickets. Too shortnotice to get a plane to Antiva, but trains, buses, and boats would work, and theycould be married within the week surrounded by strangers under the hot sun of aforeign land.