you should write a tiny fic of varric bringing home a bunch of mabari puppies to aysunn and coming up with a lame excuse as to why he has them all
Rubbing the back of his neck, Varric hesitates outside the door. How the hell is he going to explain his way out of this one? His silver tongue doesn’t work around her at the best of times… No use delaying the inevitable, though. With a deep breath, the dwarf reaches out, unlocks the door, and enters the ramshackle brick house he calls home.
At his heels are no less than five yapping, frolicking, drooling mabari pups, each a different shade of muddy brown. They toddle past his boots into the house, snuffling at the corners of the room as they explore, stubby tails wriggling excitedly. It hadn’t been an easy thing, leading the five pups to his door — it’s cost him two packs of his best dry meat.
"Varric?" calls a voice from somewhere within the house, as the storyteller closes the door behind him. He winces — he had been hoping she would be out.
"Yeah, it’s me," he replies, trying to sound as casual as he can, but Aysunn’s no fool.
"What have you done —" As the qunari woman enters, wiping her hands on the front of her apron, she cuts herself off and stares, open-mouthed, at the little wriggling creatures exploring her living room. They pay her no mind, too intent upon knocking over plants and upending baskets of holey socks. The runt of the litter scurries to her feet. "Now?!”
"Uhh…" Varric grins guiltily up at her, but her stern gaze makes it falter. "They followed me home??"
Aysunn’s scowl deepens and she crosses her arms over her chest. The sandy runt at her feet whines, pawing sadly at her shoe. The tall woman fixes it with her glare, but it’s honey-colored eyes turn huge. Those wonderful eyes could probably melt a statue. With a heavy sigh, Aysunn bends and picks up the squirming pup. Varric smiles as it licks the tip of her nose — not even Aysunn could resist that.
"Alright, what happened?" sighs the qunari, cradling the pup in her arm and looking down at the dwarf.
"Mother got caught in a trap. Caught sight of her on my way home — huge thing, she was. There were seven of them still at her belly, trying to get food…" Varric grimaces and scratches his stubbled chin. "I could only save the five."
The runt in her arms licks her fingertips. Aysunn watches it for a long moment, deciding. When the pup tries to nibble on her finger with its tiny, needle-sharp teeth, she retracts her hand with a little smile, and gives it a scratch behind the ears.
"Fine, but you’re taking care of them.”
Varric’s grin could light an entire district. Shrugging out of his duster, he sits himself on the ground and the pups all run to him, yapping with excitement. Aysunn rolls her eyes, and turns back down the hall, the runt still held in the crook of her arm.
"You’re lucky you and your papa are so cute," she mutters, and kisses the pup on the head.