#solas x varric

[nerd-elf]

They should have never got divorced

[b-e-e-h-o-p]

“Lavellan should be talking to solas in this scene, they’re lovers!!! 😡😡”

“Solas and Varric were fucking the whole time sorry Lavellan 🙄”

Actually you’re all wrong. Solas, Varric and Lavellan were actually in a polycule and both Lavellan and Varric miss their husband very dearly and are waiting for him to come home to see their son.

[andruilsbeard]

[pancakesprince]

we could spend every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars

[danielsarmand]

rook is a child of divorce (solas and varric's)

[thatssolavellan]

okay but Varric being tied by fate to the lyrium dagger since Bartrand discovering the red lyrium idol... I'm still speechless when I think about it

[blarfkey]

My next fic for @equalopportunitysolas week! This time I got to write for Varric/Solas for the first time. I've always been a bit intrigued by them and now I definitely want more. Hopefully Veilguard will have a lot of opportunity to explore their friendship/situationship lol.

Rating: PG

One nights insomnia leads Solas to find solace in the last person he expected.

Ever since he awoke from Uthenera, Solas has been plagued by constant reminders of the damage he has wrought, but none so worse than the Exalted Plains. Even the name leaves an acrid taste in his mouth, so horrifically ironic that even Dorian points out the hypocrisy and Cassandra stays mercifully quiet.

To see such remnants of his home scattered around veil thin battlefields and tombs and one small struggling Dalish tribe makes his stomach churn and sleep proves fitful and sometimes impossible.

One night, with his heart racing and the walls of his tent feels suffocating, he slips out to the fire, even though he has already completed his watch.

Only Varric remains, scribbling something in a small, leather bound journal close to the fire. He spares Solas a glance before returning to his work.

“Can’t sleep, Chuckles? I thought that was your specialty.”

“Every artist struggles with their craft,” Solas says dryly.

“Tell me about it,” Varric mutters.

He ignores Solas in favor of more scribbling and Solas grows curious, despite himself. Never has he had the inclination to actually read any of Varric’s crime serials or the romance that had so enchanted Cassandra. But Varric also never passed an opportunity to tease Solas or coax him into a ridiculous conversation or tell a story and this blatant avoidance is  . . .

Well Solas is not going to say insulting because Varric’s attention irritates him and he’s grateful that something else occupies the dwarf’s focus that isn’t a bald joke.

Yes.

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[weaponproficiencies]

DIVORCEEEEE

[adoribullpavus]

guys tag this with your forbidden dragon age ships. i'll go first.

[nug-butt]

Half tempted to just commit and talk about some vague half-baked Solas x Varric ideas. Maybe write a small scene or two just for fun. Cause oh boy do I have some thoughts.

[broodwolf221]

slams hands down

okay it is DONE my first solas/varric oneshot is done. it might also become a series...? idk! but i do know it's doneeee im so happy. one wip down <3

[haverdoodles]

don't you wish to see her again? your hawke?

— (solas, hawke & varric)

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everyone thinks varric is going to die (me included unfortunately) and he's my favourite character so this is extremely upsetting. to cope i drew some awful varrichawke angst meoww (my soul is in the depths of agony)

[equalopportunitysolas]

Bioware? What... are you doing? 👀

um, varric....

[pancakesprince]

tosses this out into the wild and leaves with no context

[pupkinpumpkin]

- Endgame, after Solas and Rook join up-

Rook: Ok hold on wait a minute. So, you were seeing me through Varric anytime I came to talk to him right?

Solas: That is correct.

Rook: So were you there when-

Solas: When you burst into the infirmary and asked Varric if Anders ever shared any possessed abomination sex tips?

Rook: ....

Rook: ....

Rook: ....

Rook: Thank you for the advice all the same.

Solas: Of course.

[thatssolavellan]

Solas: Is there at least a movement to reunite Orzammar and Kal-Sharok?

Varric: What is it with you, Chuckles? Why do you care so much about the dwarves?

Solas: Once, in the Fade, I saw the memory of a man who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars.

Varric: I can think of worse lives.

Solas: How can you be happy surrendering, knowing it will all end with you? How can you not fight?

Varric: I suppose it depends on the quality of the fermented fruit juice.

Solas: So it seems.

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Varric: What’s with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery, or is the hole in the sky getting to you?

Solas: I have no idea what you mean.

Varric: All the “fallen empire” crap you go on about. What’s so great about empires, anyway?

So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar’s too proud to ask for help. So what? We’re not Orzammar and we’re not our empire.There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it’s not that bad. Life goes on. It’s just different than it used to be.

Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you.

Varric: Oh, I know what it didn’t cost me. I’m still here, even after all those thaigs fell.

Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could’ve been; never fighting back?

Varric: Ha, you’ve got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.

Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?

Varric: In that story of yours—the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone—you thought he gave up, right?

Solas: Yes.

Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone. That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes—and it’s gone forever. The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets.

Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.