I had to redraw this scene from And They Were Roomates (Oh My God They Were Roomates) by @DreadPirateUrania13
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I had to redraw this scene from And They Were Roomates (Oh My God They Were Roomates) by @DreadPirateUrania13
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Varian Fandom Callout!
Hello! How are you all doing? So I have recently fallen back into the rabbit hole that is the Varian and the seven kingdoms fandom, and I was wondering if anyone on the fandom could recommend a fic or fics with the seven kingdoms story that Disney never told, please and thank you. Preferably with the ship Varian/Hugo Thank you!
nothing, I like to see Hugo suffer for love.
(last night I was anxious for the Latin exam and so I wrote, yes it is from the Au of the descendants, no, it is not a scene that exists in the story, but of a very, very parallel universe in which these two are less idiots in love)
He wasnât supposed to be there. He knew that.
But he had never heard that sound before, and it drew him in.
He leaned his head past the narrow crack of the door and looked inside.
Prince Varian was seated on a finely carved wooden stool, in front of a pianoâthe kind Hugo had only ever seen broken and discarded in a scrap heap on the island.
His fingers moved swiftly, confidently striking the keys, producing one enchanting note after another.
He would never have imagined itâthat Varian could play something so magnificent.
Another one of his hidden talents, alongside alchemy, a command of countless languages, the ability to fall asleep anywhere, that shameless beautyâ
He caught himself mid-thought, teeth sinking into his tongue.
The sudden jolt made his forehead bump against the door with a dull thud.
The music stopped at once, and a pair of blue eyes turned toward him in surprise.
âYou know youâre supposed to knock,â the prince said, half-turned on the stool, revealing an elegant suit.
Another meeting?
âTechnically, I did knock,â Hugo replied, stepping into the room. No point hiding now, was there?
Varian gave him a knowing smile. âWith your head.â
âIt still counts as knocking on a door.â
The prince let out a soft laughâa beautiful sound.
âYou never told me you played the piano,â Hugo remarked. He didnât even ask to sit; Varian shifted slightly on the bench to make room, and Hugo accepted, settling beside him. âIs that something they taught you when you became a prince?â
The space was tight. Their shoulders brushed, and if Hugo focused, he could count every freckle on the otherâs face.
Varian stretched his fingers over the keys again, as if the closeness didnât affect him in the slightest, and began to play absentmindedly. âI learned when I was younger. Before all of this,â he said, a trace of fondness in his voice.
Maybe it was a good memory.
âPlay something for me,â Hugo asked.
Varianâs smile returned, and he cast him a curious glance. âWhat would you like to hear?â
The blond shrugged. âNo idea. Iâm a piano virgin, so the choice is entirely yours, maestro.â
âMaestro? Thatâs the best nickname youâve ever come up with.â
âWhich is why Iâll only use it this once.â
âTruly diabolical,â Varian shot back, before turning his full attention to the keys.
This time, the music was different.
Hugo waited patiently as each note wove itself into a single melody. It was slow, steadyâlike raindrops brushing against the surface of a lake. The notes followed one another in a sorrowful waltz that softened the heart.
He let himself be carried away by itâthe gentle crescendo, Varianâs skilled fingers gliding over the keys with the same precision he used when pouring a vial of some compound⌠or breaking someoneâs nose with a punch.
The music swelled, growing almost desperate for more notes in its continuous rise, leaving Hugo suspended in its wake.
And then it ended.
The melody softened again, fading into nothing.
âItâs beautiful,â he whispered, breathless. He wasnât even sure he still had any air left. If there was something more captivating than the music, he had just discovered it was Varian playing it.
The prince smiled, turning to look at him again, a bright glint in his eyes. âI wrote it.â
âYou could abandon diplomacy and become a musician,â Hugo suggested.
âIf I were to abandon it for anything, it would be alchemy.â
âThat positionâs already taken,â Hugo said smugly.
Varian elbowed him hard. âYou were doing so well. You always ruin everything.â
Hugo laughed, rubbing the sore spot. âI canât let you win all the time, Your Highness.â
Varian made a face, but there was no real offense in it.
Curiosity about the piece returned a moment later.
âSo⌠what made you write it?â Hugo leaned forward slightly, trying to catch his expression.
The alchemist let his hands fall into his lap. âIâm not sure. It was very spontaneousâŚâ He tilted his head, thinking. âI couldnât sleep last night, so I started playingâŚâ
His gaze grew distant, searching for something. âWhat did it make you think of?â
Hugo tried to gather his thoughts. But all that came to mind were Varianâs fingers, the focused crease of his brows, the curve of his lipsâVarian, Varian, and nothing but Varian.
âI think⌠it reminds me of good memories. Or walking in the sun,â he murmured.
Varian scoffed. âYou hate the sun.â
âI hate what it does to my skin,â Hugo corrected.
Varian rolled his eyes.
âAnd you? What does it remind you of? Itâs such a beautiful melodyâit must bring something just as beautiful to your mind,â he pressed.
Varian bit his lip, one finger drifting over a white key. âIt makes me think of⌠sunsets on the grass, quiet rainy evenings, the beauty of a storm⌠andââ
His blue eyes found Hugoâs.
They were so vast, so luminous, it was impossible to tell when you had started lookingâand when you had fallen, deep into that abyss only Varian could pull you into.
He never finished the sentence. He just looked at him, as if he were the only answer.
Hugoâs mouth went dry.
He didnât know what to do, where to find a way out of this. Varianâs gaze held him there, and his heart climbed into his throat.
Because maybe Varian thought that he⌠that he wasâŚ
Hugo cleared his throat. âYou look very elegant dressed like that.â The first word came out a little strained.
Varian frowned slightly. âHugo.â
âI was wonderingâare they tailored? Becauseââ
A warm hand cut him off.
That idiot cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at him properly.
âVarian?â He never used his nameâhis real name. He couldnât remember if he ever had.
On his tongue, it felt new.
It was a beautiful sound. He wanted to say it again.
Varianâs fingers brushed his cheek, right where he knew a freckle was, sending a terrible twist through his stomach.
âDo you ever stop talking?â he asked softly, so gently it barely sounded like an insult.
Hugo swallowed, but didnât look away. âIt usually takes something incredible to shut me up.â
Varianâs smile was a blade. It pierced straight through him, killing him where he sat, spilling his insides across the marble floor and that beautiful piano.
There was nothing left of him when Varian kissed him.
Hugo could only kiss him back.
He could feel the same uncertainty in the princeâs fingers as they brushed the base of his neck, their lips moving with equal intensity.
Because as absurd as this moment wasâutterly impossible for Hugo to processâhe didnât want to lose it.
He moved against Varianâs lips gently, testing, tasting them, and Varian pulled him closer, closerâ
âFreckles, wait,â he whispered.
He pulled back reluctantly, still leaning forward, their thighs pressed together.
Varian blinked, as if waking from a dream. His lips were glossyâfuck.
âSorry, I justâI thoughtâI should have asked,â he stammered, somehow managing to sound unsure.
Which was ridiculous, because Hugo was certain his own expression was completely wrecked.
His heart clenched, spun, and died all over again.
âNo, you didnât have to, itâs justââ
âIâm sorry. It was impulsive. I shouldâve asked for permission.â
âDo you remember who youâre talking to?â
âIâm not you.â
âAre you saying Iâm rude?â Hugo asked, half-offended.
Varian smiled at him, something knowing in it. âYouâre not exactly a model of elegance.â
Hugo scoffed. âOh really? And you are?â
âLook at what Iâm wearing!â
At that, Hugo burst out laughing, almost hysterical.
Because they were arguing. Again.
They had just kissed, and they were arguing. Again.
Varian joined in a moment later, bending forward until his forehead rested against Hugoâs.
Hugo reached for his hand, needing something to hold onto.
Their laughter faded, leaving them in a quiet, comfortable silence.
Varian tightened his fingers around Hugoâs, and Hugo found himself tracing the back of his hand.
âSoâŚâ the prince whispered.
Hugo met his gaze. âSo,â he echoed.
His eyes dropped to Varianâs lips.
They were smallâbut now he knew how soft they were, how demanding.
He shouldnât. He shouldnât. He shouldnâtâ
He tilted his head and kissed him again.
Hey Varian and The Seven Kingdoms Fandom, if someone were to try and make a theoretical episode list for the series, what are some episode ideas you guys have?
Mermay 2020 - Day 3 + SPEED PAINT
For this 3th day I drew a fan art of Ulla (from âVarian and the Seven AUâ) if she was a mermaid -^^-
SPEED PAINTÂ :Â https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mVNJ8VJLp4

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Can we all just agree that the lore behind Varian is insane?
I mean canonically his father is part of the brotherhood, who associated with the king of the dark kingdom and was there during the moonstone blast so that would mean that hypothetically traces of the moonstone could possibly be a part of him resulting in the blue streak im his hair
He accidentally imprisoned his father in amber resulting in a villain arc, teamed up with some of the most dangerous people in the seven kingdoms.
went through a redemption, saved corona from the red fear rocks, became royal engineer
and if weâre counting VA7K then his mother is an alchemist working with one of the most powerful women in Ingvarr to find the eternal library
Completed the seven trials with the help of his newfound friends, built the portal to the library
went through a betrayal, found his mother trapped in said library, got possessed by her, saved by his soon to be lover and then basically became the next demanitus
geez he needs a break
I was looking through some art from the fic âAnd They Were Roomatesâ by @dreadpirateurania13 art by @nart-is-a-monster
The way my jaw dropped when I saw Hugoâs outfit for Tue Hearts Day, HOLY HE LOOKS MAJESTIC. HE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE I CANT EVEN GYGYGJYUYGYSY(YSHSUSJWJIW
heâs perfect
Taking a trip to Emerald City
I had so much fun drawing Varian and Hugo into Wicked