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only bought this dress so you could take it off

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The lovers ✨

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little quick messy drawing of my inquisitor and solas in some far off world where things go well

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Canon event for myself as a player

a Canon event for my lavellan

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When the Dread woof is stuck with a very unserious Vhenan.

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I’m so far down this spiral oh my God.

You’re Solas. You’ve had an existence of tragedy and pain and just… awful. So much awful. You’ve been hurt and you’ve hurt. You’ve ended the world. You had to. You never wanted this. You never wanted a body or to leave the Fade or to exist in this way. You wanted to be Wisdom.

Your friend branded you as a slave. She said you aren’t but… Why would she do such a thing? You try not to think about it.

Your friend convinced you to extinguish the magic and spark of an entire race. And you do it. And you’re sick. You’re sick and you can’t get well. But… it was what your friend wanted. And you loved her and… isn’t this how you love people?

She dies. You warned her, you begged her and she still… and they killed her. Her own family killed her. You’re rage. Rage and grief and you have to do something. Vengeance. Her blood calls out for it. And yours does too. The lyrium in your very bones sings for it.

And then it’s all… dead. Gone. Imprisoned. You’re nearly dead yourself. And so you sleep. For so very long, you sleep.

But now you’re walking the in the millennium aftermath of it all. You know you’re becoming something rotten not too long into this fight. Felassan fails. You don’t care about why. You don’t listen to him. Your rage rises up and you strike him.

And you’re truly alone now.

Perhaps you should’ve always been.

So you bear down and while you lack much of your former power… you find you aren’t above acquiring a tool for the job.

This admittedly horrible plan messes all the way up trying to fix what you’ve done and an innocent Dalish woman gets caught in the crossfire, one of the people who whom you’re hoping to return themselves, and now she’s got a piece of the Veil stuck in her hand.

Great. Well. Time to try to fix this enormous mess and refuse to admit that if you go through with your ultimate goal, the whole world’s going to look like this.

And then you start to fall for this woman. Not only is she a firebrand of simple goodness and kindness, she’s quite kind to you. She reaches out to you for wisdom and advice and talks with you, not at you. When you reach back to her, she meets you in the middle and tries her very best to understand. And then she protects you with the flimsy, unstable shield that your own mistake s have branded her with. She protects you in this world that hates elves and mages and apostate elven mages even more.

Your friend is bound and corrupted and she runs off to the Exalted Plains to help them. She weeps at your side as you grieve. She gives you space and then when you come back, she welcomes you with gladness. She tells you if ever you must grieve again, she’d like to be there.

She kisses you.

And you clutch her into your arms, and then again, because you suddenly realize your entire being has been yearning to touch and be touched by her for so long. You’ve never experienced anything like this. It’s intoxicating and agony and fire and the very air you need to breathe.

You are tempted to run but… you’d be without her. And you ask her to just sit and talk and she obliges, happily. She enjoys you. This mortal creature who you’ve branded with doom; she enjoys you.

You then start to wonder: has she always been this way? Maybe the Mark’s done something to her? Maybe it’s done something to me too; maybe it’s why I can’t stay away from her. So you ask and she just “mm. No, I’m me.” And you’re so incandescent about this that you shock yourself.

You tell her you’ve not forgotten the kiss. And she smiles like the dawn rising over the mountains. And you try to leave. “It would be kinder in the long run.” But she bids you stay…

You can’t fit her inside your body. But you try. You keep your hands from clawing their way into her clothes and skin but your arms lock around her like they were made to do that, and only that. You want to protect her too. You want to leave it all. You want to be Solas and her to be a simple Dalish woman and to live in the quiet woods with her and dance under the stars.

You get to. At Halamshiral, you draw her into your arms and dance until you forget you have feet and until the music is long abandoned to the sounds of night.

She does something so incredibly stupid at the Well. You want to claw your face off because she’s agreeing to what you did. She’s signing away her freedom… but then she tells you “I’ll use this to help this world as best I can”. And you feel… so seen by a person who can’t possibly see…

You will tell her. You’ll tell her everything. But when you stand in Crestwood, in the ruins of everything you did to get here… you can’t. You panic and you lie in that true way you have so it isn’t a lie but it isn’t what you meant to say. She lets you remove her culture, erase herself from who the people have become. She’s like you now. And oh whatever gods there be, she’s so beautiful that you feel like you could stare into her eyes for eternity… but… what have you done?

You’ve taken from her something she didn’t truly want to give up. You’ve made her change because you wanted her to. You’ve enforced your will on someone you told, you loved them. You’re Solas… you’re not Mythal.

You will not do this to her.

So you do then what you can only conclude is right by her. You break her heart and you break your own and there is somehow a worse pain than anything you’ve suffered before. She’s right there. All you need do it extend a hand, whisper one word. And the awful part, you’re so in love with her. You can’t help but watch her steps and listen for her voice and…

You need to leave.

You do. And you get to work. Two years crawl by. And you have your ear out for her still. It’s all part of the plan you tell yourself but you just want to keep a tether there in some form and you know you do.

Seeing her again is like falling on a spear. Shes dying. You knew she would. You knew she’d come too, curious and determined as ever. But you didn’t expect to hear her scream in pain and collapse in front of you. You go to your knees with her. You… you have to kiss her. Just one more. And you save her… you take her arm.

She tells you your love will endure and you could howl in anguish. She still loves you?! After all this? After what you’ve done? You watch the Fade bleed from her body. You ache to gather her up and take her with you. She even asked to go with you. But you know what the Evanuris were in their determined goals… what you’ll be by the time you’re done. Let her remember you as Solas… the apostate mage with stories and paint under his nails, who loved her helplessly.

You will not allow her to become another Felassan.

Eight years pass and while you’re at work, deeply committed, restless in your plans… she isn’t gone from you. Your sleep betrays you and you find yourself watching her. You watch her call out and search for you. You watch yourself, a dream, meet her and touch her and your mind burns with the hunger for just the brush of her hand. You listen to her weep over choices she made that haunt her, and you’re unable to comfort her. You can feel her terror as nightmares assail her, and if you weren’t a wolf in this form, you’d scream. You feel mad when you wake, tortured and raw and you’d run to her… but then you redouble your abstinence. Like opening a vein, you let the urge to drop everything and go find your Dalish heart and put her in your ribs where she belongs and never let her out. The truest horror of it all is she knows you’re there in all this. She can see you. She can see you refusing her, over and over and over. Ignoring her nightmares of being Blighted, ripped apart by Terrors and Shades, staring while she mourns the fallen who she sent to their deaths.

You’re a monster.

But then it’s all going to happen. Finally. And you don’t even feel energized by it. You simply think of her. You write almost automatically, as if your hand has a mind of its own. You tell her everything you wanted to scream in her dreams. Everything you wanted to in Crestwood.

Varric dies. No. No. You kill Varric.

You use Rook’s blood to make them see him. They loved him. He loved them. It’s… so cruel.

You’re a monster.

You repeat that to yourself on the steps in Minrathous. You’re barely able to keep your feet, your ribs feel pulped from the dragon’s teeth. Your skin feels hot and wet under your armor. You’re bleeding, so much so that you can taste it in your breath. The Blight burns on your lips. Your eye is blurred over with blood salt and tears.

And out of the night a voice speaks up to you that steals every single ounce of focus from your exhausted mind. You stare at her. She’s coming closer. “I forgive you!” she cries, her face pleading that you listen. She’s unarmed. She knows you killed Varric and she knows you could kill her. She knows you might. You can see it in the way she moves, the way her hands open at her sides as she moves closer.

Felassan’s face swims in your mind.

Please don’t you want to sob. Don’t make me hurt you. I’m a monster; I told you I didn’t want you to see me like this. So you try to explain again. To find some purchase on your own logic as to why this is still something you should do. Something she should allow. You look away, and you almost sigh in relief. She’s too bright; your eyes aren’t worthy of the sight of her anyway. You’ve hurt that woman so many times. And she’s still speaking of forgiveness?! FOR YOU?!

Morrigan?

Mythal.

You almost fall to your knees in front of her spirit. You can’t tell what the feeling is. Despair? Fear? Worship? Maybe all of them. But she tells you your sins are hers too. She took you from your home, twisted you… broke you. And you feel something slide off of you that somehow doesn’t make you stand straighter. You’re sick again. You’re collapsing. You’re a ruined wall, the last piece of a derelict castle on a crumbling mountain, and you’re giving way.

“Banal nadas. Ar lath ma, Vhenan.”

Mythal said that she broke you. Your being admits it. You weep, bowed, humbled… but free. You didn’t know you were shackled. But now that the chains are off, you feel it now. The chafed wounds where they’ve been locked for centuries. The sudden lack of weight that leaves you trembling and weak in its absence. You don’t remember them not being there.

But you do remember when you were able to ignore them. You remember how the Dalish woman refused to allow bigotry and hatred stop her from saving the world. You remember how she ran herself ragged for people who didn’t even care if she lived. You remember how she called them innocent.

You decide, or you are finally able to decide, that you want and perhaps have always wanted, to be like her.

So you shed your blood, not that you aren’t bleeding enough already, to ensure you’re bound to the Veil. Your life is its life.

“I will go and seek atonement.” You look into her eyes, as long as you can stand it. You hope she’ll be proud of you for finally being the hero she believed you could be. She looks back… so very beautiful. But no. No you’re not allowed to even think about that marvelous, bright creature like that.

“But you do not have to go alone.”

The touch of her hands makes you want to collapse. One of metal and wood, one of flesh and bone. She gives them both to you. Dumbly, you look at them. You’re touching her. This divine, unearthly thing is smiling at you, speaking to you. Holding your bloody, murderous, betrayer’s hands in hers. Your’s tremble and bleed. Her’s do not.

But what did she say? You don’t have to- No. No, Vhenan. Into that place? Into that prison? To war with madness and agony for eternity? No. You can’t…

“Ar ghilas vir banal.” You feel your heart crack and shatter as you say it. You’ll have to walk away from her again. You’ll have to leave her again. You’ll have to be alone, sundered from even her dreams… it’s what you deserve. And she deserves to be free of you. Finally.

But she just… keeps smiling. Her grip on your hands tightens. With a little shake of her head and a fondness on her face that you can’t begin to even fathom, she sings to you.

“Tel banal ar ama. Vir shiral la ma sa. Bellanaris.”

She comes nearer. Nearer. You wonder what she’s doing and then you realize like a slap to the face that you’re being offered a kiss.

A kiss.

You don’t think. You don’t even try. Your body screams as you bend spine and ribs and shoulder down to her. You’re filthy and bloody. She’s pristine. Gorgeous. She’s everything you aren’t.

She pauses. It’s a breath’s pause, eyes searching yours. And somehow, you know what the question in her’s means. “Do you want this?”

It’s almost hilarious.

You don’t hesitate. For the first time, you don’t. You close your eyes and let the moment wash over you. Perhaps she’ll change her mind in a little while. But for this one slice of time… you’re going to let this one thing be entirely good.

Her lips are everything your longing has has been good enough to remind you. Soft. Gentle. But also this is… so unlike anything you’ve experienced, even with her. It’s not like even the first kiss in the Fade. It’s so terribly tender that your throat tightens and your eyes burn. She’s so very gentle with you.

So you’re gentle back. You turn the Blight on your lips as far from hers as you can. You don’t yank her against you and bury yourself in her as you’d like to. You rub your thumbs over her knuckles. You caress her cheek with your nose. And when she withdraws with an even more angelic smile on her face than before…

You have to smile too. It’s as if her lips have infected your own.

Rook and Morrigan smile at the two of you. You can almost feel it, like the glow of flame. Warmth. You’ve been so cold for so long. You thank Rook. They smile at you, eyes tender. And your heart smiles at them too as you step toward the Veil. Knowing. Grateful.

Standing alone for a moment feels like standing on the edge of a cliff. You almost lurch forward, considering the decision to leave her. To make her stay. But… no. You lack the strength to rip yourself away from her again. It would be cruel to reject her promise but… if it spared her…

Her hand weighs down on your shoulder. I’m here. Let’s go. Vhenan. You can feel the words, as if touch is enough for her to speak to you. Perhaps after sharing dreams for so long, it’s true. You dare not look at her. You might shove her away.

And then you’re passing into the Fade. And you’re not alone. And you feel her hope burst into a flame of unrepentant, inextinguishable joy. Joy because of you. Joy because you never have to be parted again. Joy that you finally, finally chose her after having chosen you so many times.

You could weep and you do, with how you know you’ve made her feel. But when your feet are upon solid ground again and she is surging toward you with a quiet cry of Vhenan… you catch her. You crush her to you and she laughs, sounding like the younger woman you abandoned, and she kisses you and you kiss her because you can’t bear to do anything else. And there’s no pulling away. Even as your knees give out and your body begins to betray the amount of damage you’ve suffered, you hold each other. Her tears mix with your own and your blood and she’s all you know and all you care about. She’s real and she’s here and she is with you.

Your mind stumbles over a cluster of words that reorganize into something coherent and you almost feel disgusted at them. But then… it’s true. You know it is. If it meant her, if it meant being cradled to her even in a prison made of regret and failure and pain… safe and loved and whole, in a terrible place unmade simply because of the person hiding you in the hollow of her body… It was all worth it.

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This is how I took it as well. The Blight just took her over and drove her mad. The idea with a Warden going to their Calling is to throw themselves into death by killing as many darkspawn as possible. And by the end of the book, the Blight is so advanced within Isseya that she knows she should have gone by now. But they need as many Wardens as possible to defeat the archdemon. It makes sense to me that by the time she does go, the Blight is too advanced within her for her to do what she's supposed to do.

The sad part is that none of the characters in Veilguard have this perspective or understanding of Isseya. She's just a monster that needs killed. And that makes since given their perspective of the situation. They can't possibly know what happened from Isseya's side.

EXCEPT that we meet Valya who read Isseya's diary, and she has nothing of nuance to add. Theoretically, Isseya's diary should be around for Davrin to read - unless it was destroyed. That's ultimately what bugs me - not what Isseya became, not how the characters of Veilguard view her - but that Valya should have offered a different perspective and just didn't. She just doubles down on everyone's fears, and that doesn't feel right to me.

I know a lot of people who read Last Flight are upset with what they did with Isseya’s character in Veilguard. It’s valid, but also completely up to interpretation and personal preference.

I’m going to talk about my own interpretation of it, through the lens of someone who thought it was a great telling of a tragic story (something BioWare is particularly skilled at.

For folks who haven’t read the Last Flight, or who have but it’s been a while. Isseya was a Grey Warden during the Fourth Blight, and sister to Garahel who was the Warden who finally slayed Andoral. She was a mage who often tapped into blood magic in moments of desperation, of which there were a lot during the Blight and constantly kept herself wrapped in bandages to both mask the effects of the Blight as well as her blood magic (which seemed to quicken her calling). The griffons were dying of Blight sickness and the Wardens were seeking a way to put them through the Joining to protect them; however, the Griffons are notoriously pure beings, and detest the Blight’s corruption so much that they would rather die that become tainted. Isseya ends up using blood magic to calm their minds into accepting the Blight. It works, and it it wins them the war; however, the calming effects of Isseya’s magic are only temporary and the Griffons ultimately went mad and turned on the Wardens, including Isseya’s beloved Revas. She managed to save a clutch of eggs and hide them away from the Wardens, which are found and hatched 400 years later.

When we encounter her in Veilguard, it is as the Gloom Howler, a monster that Davrin has been tasked with hunting to protect the Griffons and the Wardens training them. In the 400 years since she left for her calling, she’s not been killed in the Deep Roads, instead evolving from the corruption in her blood and becoming what appears to be an intelligent Darkspawn who leads a group of Warden ghouls. She’s a Darkspawn Emissary (which has interesting implications for how emissaries came to be!)

The immense regret and grief she suffered over the centuries and paired with the whispers of the Blight caused Isseya to become delirious. She builds a replica of Weisshaupt underground, populates it with Warden Ghouls, and seeks to correct her mistakes of the past by saving the Griffons from the both the Blight and the Grey Wardens.

Because of her corruption-induced delirium, she believes fully that the way to do this is to kill Grey Wardens, kidnap the Griffons, and put them through a Joining. She believes that she is saving them by doing the very thing that doomed them in the first place, and unless you didn’t punch the First Warden who can give you a clue about Revas’ feather, there is no talking to her or convincing her otherwise. You’re forced to kill her in order to do what she thought she was doing - save the griffons.

Some think that this was a bad writing choice, to twist Isseya into something she despised most, and while I agree it is not a GOOD ending for her, I think it’s an excellent writing choice. One of the major themes behind Veilguard is regret and the power that it has to hold its bearers hostage, distract them to the point of failure, and twist them into something they’re not. Isseya’s story is just another tragic example of regret’s devastating impacts.

At the end, Isseya was still Isseya. She cared about the same things, but she was so lost to her regret that she couldn’t realize that she was becoming a monster.

*chef’s kiss*

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Congrats, Pina!

The Dread Wolf's Heart...

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THEY MIRROR EACH OTHER!!!

"---looked at me as if I somehow mattered more than anything around us."

ANDRASTE BLESS THE CREATOR OF FLY-CAM MODS

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Yes, I understand all the criticisms about Veilguard, but Gareth David Lloyd sundered my soul with a single "vhenan" and I still have not recovered, so...

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delavairess submitted: "Here's the promotional Xbox weapons that I could see - still can't see a bow or a two handed weapon."

delavairess asked: [ask follows the above] "Hi! Sorry again to pester you - I submitted the images for the weapons from the Xbox promo and misspoke. The only weapon I couldn't find was a bow. There's a saber, a sword, shield, two handed maul, a dagger (for mage), and a staff."

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hello! ◕‿◕ omg, thankyou sm for finding these, taking the screenshots and showing them! I was so curious to see what these items looked like and it's very cool to see them. 👁️ they have interesting designs, especially when paired with the descriptions. (and I really like your Rooks btw!!) and no not at all 😊 I greatly appreciate you sharing these 🫶

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I’ve just seen the Dread Wolf vs. Archdemon + Blight fight and I just have so many thoughts.

1. Solas is running on a cocktail of fight or flight chemicals + emotion so heady that his head is spinning. There’s no telling how severe the injuries are after all that; considering how the Wolf looked and how he sounded once he’d returned to his Elf form, that man’s hurt. There’s a broken ribs or three in there.

2. The looks of complete exhaustion on his face are 1000% valid and warranted.

3. No wonder Lavellan is so gentle with him. I know she heard him crying out in pain while he fought. No crushing hugs for you right now, Beloved Egg. That’ll come later.

4. All the fics that have him and Lavellan immediately launching into passionate lovemaking, no matter how understandable that we want those two to be happy and love each other… no. That man took two steps MAYBE and fell on his face. Or nearly did. Lavellan caught him. Of course she caught him. That’s her husband.

5. The weeks of healing and rest that man needed. And probably fought the entire time until he slowly realized that this, the adoration, the affection, the time and closeness that he’s receiving are what he’s wanted for so long. Fighting it is very. Very. Stupid.

Letting Lavellan take him somewhere safe and quiet and warm and just care for him. Help strengthen him until he can muster magic to slowly knit himself back together if she isn’t a Mage, but if she is, feeling the touches of her hands and listening to precious words as she works so diligently, and happily over him.

She’s wanted to just love him for twelve years. She’s getting to.

The sleep. You know these two haven’t slept worth crap in years. Now that they’re safe and together… the sleep.

Just the quiet healing adjustment period for them to ease into together. To relearn one another. To rekindle their friendship; the love is nothing if not stronger, the friendship has been sorely neglected.

Just so many soft thoughts and images come to mind of that.

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Me: oh, there are all 2xmale / lavellan poly ships. I should probably make some 2xfem / solas ones.

Also me: But you can pry bi!solas from my cold dead hands! And I can't really think of any female characters I'm particularly drawn to for both Solas and Lavellan to fall in love wi-

Me: Cassandra

I've recently become fascinated by these thruple solavellan/x romances in my head.

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solas x lavellan x blackwall

Lavellan settles down with Thom, realizing that what she truly wants in a partner is someone who will raise a family with her. But her first-born is biologically Solas's, and she wants him to be a part of their life. She is utterly devoted to Thom, but the connection between her and Solas is apparent whenever they're together. She still calls him vhenan because that's what he is (a piece of her heart). It drives Thom insane. He doesn't trust Solas one bit. Solas, on the other hand, completely respects Thom and Lavellan's relationship and is just generally thankful to be around while silently pinning for her every second. He becomes "Uncle Solas" to Lavellan's children and mentors them and watches them grow up. And he eventually comes to realize he has family in a way he never would have expected. And how can he tear down the Veil when his purpose is here?

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solas x lavellan x emmrich

Lavellan-as-Rook sees in Emmrich so many things that made her fall in love with Solas. Emmrich finds her enchanting and desperately wants to ease her burdens. Lavellan and Emmrich agree to start something with no strings attached. What happens between them will last however long until Solas walks back into her life, and then that will be the end of it. Solas, for his part, is just grateful Lavellan has found some happiness and that someone is taking care of her in his stead. And when Lavallen goes to confront Solas, of course she wants Emmrich with her, because he's been her rock through literally everything. And Emmrich is thinking that this is the end, where he finally loses her. And she realizes suddenly that she doesn't just want Solas. She wants Emmrich too. She equally loves and wants them both. There's no way she's going to live forever in the Fade with just one of them.

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solas x lavellan x abelas (x mythal)

Lavellan goes looking for Solas and finds Abelas instead. He's recently been abandoned by Solas, and Lavellan gets that. The whole "the person you love leaving you because they don't want to drag you down the same path" thing. So they go looking for Solas together, and they actually find him and convince him to let them help him, and it's all Solavellan all the time, and Abelas is jealous and bitter. Lavellan recognizes a kindred soul who just wants to be loved, so she convinces Solas to let Abelas in.

Turns out Abelas and Solas have this shared grief/purpose over the love of Mythal that connects them. And Abelas has that same sad-ancient-elf vibe that reminds Lavellan of Solas and just makes her want to hold and protect him. And Lavellan is like a light in Abelas's life like she is for Solas. And they all have the hots for each other and get an enormous bed where they can sleep together / smash each other. They all live happily ever after (but also with the threat of Flemeth Big Bad hanging over their heads - because Lavellan has her two men, and Mythal's not going to stand for that).

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requested a cameo from gdl and asked him to make solas say 'fuck'. enjoy.

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Distant Memories

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I am feeling THE SAME, thank you!

We've talked about Ghilan'nain and her monster making experiments.

And I saw a post somewhere about how the Dalish consider the halla "brothers and sisters" to the clan, and what if that is actually literal? Like, Ghilan'nain experimented on elves to make the halla?

And while that is horrifying, I want to point out the concept art for the varterral.

That torso certainly looks like it might have once been a fucking person to me!

Let me just drop my new gif here.

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I don't know how to write these in such a way that I'm not doing three separate 50K+ long chapter fics. How do I do little snippets that convey the same feeling?

*sigh*

I still need something for solas x lavellan x felassan - probably Arlathan AU where Solas is just the biggest shit and Lavellan can't stand him.

I've recently become fascinated by these thruple solavellan/x romances in my head.

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solas x lavellan x blackwall

Lavellan settles down with Thom, realizing that what she truly wants in a partner is someone who will raise a family with her. But her first-born is biologically Solas's, and she wants him to be a part of their life. She is utterly devoted to Thom, but the connection between her and Solas is apparent whenever they're together. She still calls him vhenan because that's what he is (a piece of her heart). It drives Thom insane. He doesn't trust Solas one bit. Solas, on the other hand, completely respects Thom and Lavellan's relationship and is just generally thankful to be around while silently pinning for her every second. He becomes "Uncle Solas" to Lavellan's children and mentors them and watches them grow up. And he eventually comes to realize he has family in a way he never would have expected. And how can he tear down the Veil when his purpose is here?

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solas x lavellan x emmrich

Lavellan-as-Rook sees in Emmrich so many things that made her fall in love with Solas. Emmrich finds her enchanting and desperately wants to ease her burdens. Lavellan and Emmrich agree to start something with no strings attached. What happens between them will last however long until Solas walks back into her life, and then that will be the end of it. Solas, for his part, is just grateful Lavellan has found some happiness and that someone is taking care of her in his stead. And when Lavallen goes to confront Solas, of course she wants Emmrich with her, because he's been her rock through literally everything. And Emmrich is thinking that this is the end, where he finally loses her. And she realizes suddenly that she doesn't just want Solas. She wants Emmrich too. She equally loves and wants them both. There's no way she's going to live forever in the Fade with just one of them.

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solas x lavellan x abelas (x mythal)

Lavellan goes looking for Solas and finds Abelas instead. He's recently been abandoned by Solas, and Lavellan gets that. The whole "the person you love leaving you because they don't want to drag you down the same path" thing. So they go looking for Solas together, and they actually find him and convince him to let them help him, and it's all Solavellan all the time, and Abelas is jealous and bitter. Lavellan recognizes a kindred soul who just wants to be loved, so she convinces Solas to let Abelas in.

Turns out Abelas and Solas have this shared grief/purpose over the love of Mythal that connects them. And Abelas has that same sad-ancient-elf vibe that reminds Lavellan of Solas and just makes her want to hold and protect him. And Lavellan is like a light in Abelas's life like she is for Solas. And they all have the hots for each other and get an enormous bed where they can sleep together / smash each other. They all live happily ever after (but also with the threat of Flemeth Big Bad hanging over their heads - because Lavellan has her two men, and Mythal's not going to stand for that).