#solarric

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"When you see Varric again, let him know that I regret what happened"

Haunting E | m/m | 7,493 words

After everything, Solas finds himself pursued by a memory.

The Man on the Island G | gen | 1,282 words

An analysis of one of my all-time favorites pieces of banter in this game.

Inappropriate Language M | gen | 903

Not solarric at all, but introduces the Inquisitor I use for my solarric fics.

Trials of the Hunt E | m/m | 698 words

Varric is searching for Solas and things do not go well for him.

A Conclusion to the Old Story T | m/m | 2,985 words

Varric has been searching for Solas. When he finds him, nothing goes as expected.

The Space Between Contemplation and Caress E | m/m | 1,726 words

Years go by, but history has left its marks behind.

"The Fall of the Dread Wolf" T | m/m | 939 words

Varric has an idea for a new book, but he has to get a certain someone's permission first.

A Pleasant Routine E | m/m | 891 words

Solas has been with Varric for years, now - they know each other's tastes very well.

Aged Dwarf G | m/m | 343 words

Varric's getting older and Solas makes sure he takes care of himself.

Prove Me Wrong G | m/m | 811 words

There are good days, and there are bad days.

A Show of Appreciation E | m/m | 982 words

While still in Skyhold, Solas surprises Varric with a kind gesture—and, really, such a thing deserves a proper thanks.

Dwarven Dreams M | m/m | 994 words

An unexpected meeting in an unexpected place.

A Lap Full of Elf G | m/m | 271 words

Solas has a unique method for getting Varric to take a break.

Indulgences M | m/m | 721 words

He was reading when Varric entered, barely glancing up at the dwarf before turning his attention back to the book.

Healer with the Bloodiest Hands... The Blood, His Own M | m/m | 1,292 words

i've had this fill sitting since monday, i had a fun time writing it! thanks for the prompt!!! (from march, wowie)

300 words | inquisition(/veilguard) | solas & varric | @thedasweekend | ao3 link

It’s not often Solas gets turned around, but he finds himself puzzled, stuck somewhere in the Hinterlands, with Varric as his company. In the distance, the Inquisitor calls out to them, asking them to wait until they’re found. They must not be too far away from the Inquisitor, so they hover in the field beneath a tree.

Grass, trees, the sky, the faint image of a bear in the distance. Life surrounds Solas, buzzing and light, breathtaking in a way he does not experience in full in the Fade. Remnants of a past life lead to a pang of regret that he never stopped to smell the roses, so to speak.

It’s not right, but it’s beautiful.

Solas smiles, wraps his hands around his staff and peers into land before him. “I think it would be nice.”

Varric wags a flying insect off his boot. “What?”

“To be laid to rest here,” Solas says, wistful, playing pretend. He glances down at Varric. “I imagine you do not feel the same.”

Varric groans. “No way, not me. Burn me to ashes like everyone else.”

“So you have no qualms with no longer being a part of this world?”

“Nope.” Varric swats at another insect and grunts. “Let’s stop talking about dying, huh, Chuckles? Not something I like to think about.”

“I see. Apologies.”

After a short while of silence, Varric heaves a sigh. “Why the death talk, anyway?”

“Do you not ponder on the inevitability of it?” Solas asks. “How will people go? What will happen to them beyond this life?”

“It’s what people do,” Varric grumbles, “and Maker knows what happens. Come on, let’s find the Inquisitor before I get devoured by these damn bugs. I hate waiting around.”

As Varric treks forward, Solas’s grip on his staff tightens.