#Ghilan'nain fic

[fadedsweater]

Now that Veilguard is out, with Ghilan’nain as a main villain and her past friendship(?) with Solas hinted at in codex entries and a whole playable memory... it occurs to me that I should probably share my Ghilan'nain fic here on tumblr! I wrote it a few years ago now, but I think it holds up pretty well with the new lore!

Title: Fen’Harel and the Halla Rating: T Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary:

Reality seems to break, as if Ghilan’nain has torn it apart with her hands.

The new creature emerges from that break as if born, bloody and panting on the floor of Ghilan’nain’s laboratory.

And it is horrible.

Or: Solas remembers his friendship with Ghilan'nain and how it fell apart. Told in vignettes.

(Additional tags below the cut)

Additional Tags: Body Horror, Horror Elements, Trauma, Blood Magic (Dragon Age), Blood and Injury, Animal Death, animal cruelty, Arlathan (Dragon Age), Elvhen Pantheon, Elvhenan, lore headcanons, Violence, Vignette, References to Tevinter Nights, the horror of hormak, War, Ghilan'nain is her own content warning, Halla (Dragon Age), Friends to Enemies, POV Solas (Dragon Age), Graphic Animal Death, Dreams and Nightmares

[hyper-elastagirl]

A non complete list of things i can't wait to see fic authors tackle post veilguard: (I am an artist and animator and open to fic/art trades 👀)

- solavellan having a million babies in the fade (and happy solavellan in general)

- inquisition retold with all the new lore dumps in mind

- spicy shenanigans with lich Emmerich (I KNOW peepaw has some sex magic up his sleeve)

- taking advantage of solas' shape-shifting (werewolf smut? Knotting? Go nuts)

- rebel leader fen'harel x general felassan

- Felassan is alive and part of the veilguard crew

- solas x felessan x quizzy ot3

- Ghilan'nain tentacles action with Rook and/ or the veilguard crew. Consentacles or dub/noncon take your pick

- Rook x spite x lucanis fade dream action

- Rook x davrin x lucanis (+spite ofc)

- just. Spite smut. Wing kink. Feral Spite. Cant wait.

- Rook x teia x viago

- Rook x neve x bellara

- Teia and viago on general

[abyssal-ilk]

elgar'nan razed the island to the ground with fire for ghilan'nain's death. his anger was so strong he lashed out not only at rook and their team, but his own forces as well. he got the dagger he needed, but at what cost? the price of his sister's life? the sister that he needed to make their dream come true, for without her the dagger is simply a weapon and not an artist's tool? will be thinking about this forever.

[scribeofmorpheus]

I know the writers dismissed this theory (and many fans were luke-warm in their reception of it), but I so desperately want them to make Sera a fragment of Andruil's soul that went mad from the Armour of the Void. Imagine if Sera's "I picked up a bow and just knew how to use it; either the shot struck true or it didn't" mentality towards being a skilled archer had something deeper there... something inert and ancient in her instincts. And Solas' "you are not whole" meant more too, like he was referring to a shafted soul, something perpetually unbalanced. And then imagine if, through her, like Flemeth was for Mythal, and Morrigan thereafter too, Sera could be our entryway to the greatest sapphic ancient elven story of all time. Blighted god of the hunt and her mad scientist girlfriend? Ghilan'nain somehow earning Elgar'nan's respect while trying to sate Andruil's hunger by making beasts she can hunt? The both of them trapping Fen'Harel for years? Somehow involving Anaris in this? crazy levels of drama in this! but i think Sera is firmly retired from da.

[solasyoulittleshit]

rereading Dead Pasts and Dread Futures by youworeblue before Veilguard and I just lol'd at this line

Ixchel Lavellan is being very prescient here lol

Meanwhile in DA:TV --

Great fic by a great author, if you're a newer fan or one of the few who haven't read it I linked it above!!!

[miladydewintcr]

First Line Challenge

I was tagged by @teine-mallaichte !! Thank you <3 You're getting the first line of my entry for the femslash big bang that isn't just a straight-up Veilguard spoiler !!

All she intended to do was to keep to herself, and create.

Tagging (feel free to ignore!! I'm not sure who's already been tagged recently): @adainesjacket @heylavellan @spicywarl0ck

[moonlightheretic]

Don't spill any blood

She winced when that serrated edge bit into her shoulder, blood trickled into the sculpted tile and her free hand clawed at the sword she couldn’t reach. But both the Templar and Lord of Fortune were caught off guard.

Engulfed in sinister scarlet, their frames wavered against the onslaught of spectral haste, currents of spirits burst from the tile under Elle. Undaunted by the Templar they slammed into, she felt the sword lift, and the pressure on her arm ease, the souls flooded the small cavern, uniting like a school of fish, and pummeling into the doorway. She exploited the newfound opportunity: she gritted her teeth and in one fluid motion-- cartwheeled backwards, her foot catching the Templar in the jaw-- as Elle splashed into the river of spirits pluming behind her.  He stumbled sideways, jostled off balance by her kick and the legions of spirits smacking into him. She caught his sword and rushed forward, a disembodied roar rattled the cavern, one she chose to ignore as she rammed that sword into the Templar’s own jugular, skewering him into the mosaic framing his back. “I told you,” She growled, “I didn’t need my magic to kill you.”

Blood spurted into her face, as she drove him back, only letting go when his body slumped against his blade. The hilt buoyant with the leftover force she exerted and with the crimson phantoms departed, darkness descended, all for her orphaned luminary, loyally clinging to a crevice in the ceiling. The hierogram of Ghilan’nain peered proudly over the bleeding Templar, ever watchful, with lust glinting in those emerald eyes, but Elle couldn’t shake the impression that the gem encrusted woman grinned just a little wider, her mouth stretched ever further, unveiling layer upon layer of operose ruby teeth.

The fade surged in like a Qunari invasion. Saturating every inch of her within its rich hues, and nourishing melody, it pulsed under skin, at the ready, at her command. Today she learned to appreciate it and to never take that feeling for granted. She shivered, adrenaline tumbling up her spine, but not for the reason she hoped.

She was not alone.

Elle turned to address the next situation, as an uproar of wrathful screams punched into the orphic silence. She remembered Lyall’s note perched on the artefact, “Don’t spill any blood.” Now she knew why.

[rosella-writes]

grow back your sharpest teeth (you know my desire)

Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Pairing: Ghilan'nain x Andruil

Rating: E

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Body Horror, Necrophilia, Vore

Summary:

A grieving Ghilan'nain encounters the dead husk of her lover, Andruil, within the Blight before her escape from the Black City. She merges with it.

leave it to sleep token lyrics to solidify my plans for fucked up andruil/ghilan'nain lesbian enmeshment fic

[lavellaned]

Solavellan fic recs

If you're like me and was disappointed by veilguard, here are some of my favorite post-Inquisition solavellan fics that are *chef's kiss* in my opinion.

Little Arrow by playwithdinos - post trespasser solavellan kid fic that is very angsty with some sweet, sweet papae!solas

Everything Stays by beaubashley - domestic bliss, Solas and Lavellan living in a cottage. They adopt a cat. The coziest damn fic.

Vir'vhen'an by RogueLioness - post trespasser. Well of Sorrows has actual consequences and Solas fucks up big time. Almost like the da4 regret prison but actually good.

Verhas'alhan - To Yearn for Wilderness by RosemaryBagels - Veil came down, Lavellan hides from Solas and makes a life in a little village. Solas is in prime yearning, sad, wet cat mode here.

Memory (series) by MistressDragonFlame - pre trespasser. Pure angst, hurt no comfort. Lavellan forgets all the events of Inquisition and the anchor is killing her. Solas finds out, bad times ensue.

Love Is Not A Victory March by Myrime - post trespasser, Solas and his forces are winning. Solas and Lavellan have a meeting. Angsty. Like something that I had hoped we would've gotten in da4.

Barefaced by playwithdinos - post trespasser but also Arlathan AU. Some time travel stuff involved. Lavellan has amnesia, but Solas remembers everything. Not finished but what is there is worth the read. Lavellan is Ghilan'nain's slave. Andruil is also there.

but never doubt I love by cedarmoons - Jaws of Hakkon angst. Post Inquisition, pre trespasser but with moments during Inquisition as well. Lot of angst, hurt but with comfort this time.

the diver's wife by magesamell - Lavellan makes herself tranquil kind of Seeker-style in order to defeat Solas, then needs him to come back to herself. Angsty solavellan road trip.

Hobo Apostate by broomclosetkink - Lavellan shows up when Solas is about to tear the veil down. Points out the hilarity between hobo apostate Solas and ender-of-worlds dread wolf Solas.

It Is Not Enough by NamelessShe - This is a chonky fic but it is one of my favorite post trespasser ones. Very lore heavy, I recommend this one for anyone who laments the lost lore and story threads in da4.

sleep like this by mortaltemples - The most da4 relevant fic on this list. Lavellan is a ghost, 10/10.

I will make you whole again by amorficzna - Solas tears down the veil, kills everyone, goes back in time to the beginning of Inquisition to be with Lavellan as Solas (...as he wanted).

Between Heartbeats by houndinghell - Ameridian/Telana parallel lovers are eating so fucking good in this fic. Lavellan makes the ultimate sacrifice to stop Solas during his final veil dropping ritual. Hurts so good.

The Healer's Bloodied Hands by geekyjez - post trespasser sick-fic. Classic hurt/comfort.

i'd rather flail like a mortal (than flail like a god) by crossingwinter - post trespasser. Angsty but with a hopeful ending, more hurt/comfort, another instance of Solas coming face to face with his vhenan's mortality.

The One Where Lavellan is a Nug by Feynite - I think this is my favorite solavellan fic of all time. Just please read it if you haven't, and read it again if you have.

[therookandthecrow]

Just because I ship my canon Rook with Lucanis, nothing can make me hate any of the other characters Lucanis gets shipped with canonically or not, such as Neve, Davrin, Emmrich, or Bellara. Even if he gets shipped with Ghilan'nain, it takes nothing away from anyone's Rookanis ships.

There is honestly nothing that can make me hate any of the companions in the game. My playthroughs and my eventual fics are my canon, and that is what matters to me. In my canon saved games, Lucanis is with my Rook. They are my canon in a game where you can pick any companion for a canon romance.

Lucanis romancing Neve if Rook doesn't, doesn't take anything away from Lucanis' romance with Rook. Also, Neve's relationship with Lucanis is not "fake" compared to the one he has with Rook, it's just differently approached.

I don't buy that Lucanis is 'settling' for Rook compared to Neve, nor do I buy that he'd go for Neve to fill in the blank of Rook not being into him. It's very possible for him to have crushes on two different people at the same time and for two reasons.

What matters to me is that Lucanis is not alone, regardless if he is with Rook or Neve. Neve is not some malevolent entity out to take Lucanis from Rook, she's a woman with good taste to be into Lucanis Dellamorte, to be honest.

I've been trying to wrap my head around why Neve would get any hate for romancing Lucanis, even if Rook doesn't romance him. She's done nothing to Rook, and even if Rook saves Treviso, she comes around to understanding why Rook did what they did in making a choice.

[square-the-cyan-idiot542]

Got another

WARNING AS I FORGOT THIS HAS ENDGAME SPOILERS

Edit: MY BAD FOLKS THIS HAS ENDGAME SPOILERS MY FAULT!!

Writing notes for my fic "Sometimes, a Leader must be a Warden" (think I might change that name if I get any ideas), and I wrote this little indent on one of my notes

Might see if I can share more of these without spoiling anything 😂

[crossdressingdeath]

Lucanis: You're cutting this awfully close, Rook. Rook: Everything will be all right. I've got you, don't I? Lucanis: You do.

It is vitally important to bring your LI with you to the ritual. For the banter. Also Rook assuring Lucanis that everything will be fine because they have him with them must make him feel so much worse when he wakes up after getting knocked out killing Ghilan'nain and learns that while he was unconscious Rook was dragged into the Fade and now no one knows where they are. They said everything would be fine because they had him and then they didn't have him when they needed him and now they're gone and I need 5000 fics about that please and thank you.

[galadrieljones]

I first wrote Solas/Mythal as a ship in 2016 for my first Solavellan fic The Dead Season, and Mythal was entirely my own, and just like my original vision for Arlathan, she was nothing like we know her now. She was desperately in love with Solas, and she left behind her mantle to bolster his rebellion from the bottom up. She financed the whole thing and basically gave him full control of her Sentinel Army and her fortress in Arlathan. She died protecting him, and he reinvented the world in pure vengeance. It was Shakespearean. That ship was very special to me.

Now, writing a new and overly complicated iteration of Solythal is causing me to conduct a deep evaluation of my love for this character lol. I actually have a very difficult time harming him in fiction. It causes me despair, and I end up softening all of his antagonists so that he can be more easily saved. Even back then, I wrote Elgar'nan as a massive, brutish asshole who smoked cigars and was jealous of Solas's charm and cunning disposition. His jealousy made him easier to defeat, as Solas could easily take advantage of his ego. Ghilan'nain was Solas's old teenage girlfriend whose fragile mind was twisted and driven mad by Andruil. It hurt him badly to have to imprison her, and he built her a special place in the Fade where she could relive their happy childhood innocence forever.

I think this is why the canon ending of Veilguard really messed me up. Because it wasn't soft or easy on Solas. It was hard to watch him that brutalized, physically and emotionally, and it caused me too much despair. It felt unfair and unjust. Note that I think this is a good thing. I think it's good when texts challenge us emotionally and challenge our views of the world. Plus it gives me a lot to write about. But still. Anyway lol

[abyssal-ilk]

solas warned elgar'nan that he and ghilan'nain would not be able to tame the blight. it would only corrupt them fully, making them agents of its will; mindless husks, enslaved. if ghilan'nain survived and the two "won" over the dread wolf and the veilguard, it would be ghilan'nain who would fall to it first. she is mortal. razikale is gone, and ghilan'nain is already so infested with its taint that it has morphed her into something monstrous. how long would it be before she lost her mind to it? how long before she is simply but a creature of its corruption, functioning only to spread its reach further?

and elgar'nan, still retaining his mind, would be forced to watch it happen. the evidence of his failure in the form of his sister, now twisted beyond anything he can recognize. maybe her morality could be a mercy he can deliver upon her. if he can bring himself to do it.

thinking about if the blight ghilan'nain infected herself with hurts. or if there was any fear after she became mortal, any new enhancement of pain or feeling with the loss of her archdemon. would it of been the blight killed her, eventually? if lucanis did not? or if not killed her, would it of corrupted her to the point of being mindless, driven only by the blight she tried to tame? would elgar'nan have lost his sister no matter what?

[moonlightheretic]

Venom of the Gods- Chapter 1-Snippet (Rough draft)

“Venetori? What in the void are they doing in these parts?”

“Maybe they fancy sight-seeing…” Elle remarked sarcastically before she tempered her tone when realization took center stage. “…or they were after the artefact too.” Their stone bodies draped over each other as they swarmed the ground beneath the harmonious artefact. Curled over like deceased spiders, their legs and arms rigid but still conveying a frantic motion halted in time. “They didn’t succeed.” Elle cocked her head and dribbled her foot, “Sorta odd how they are assembled, looks like they died all at once…they were trying to flee from something. Caught from behind like that.” She glanced back at the slain professor and his entourage. “Looks like Venetori got to them first though. “We aren’t the first to travel here, that is for sure.”

“You don’t think whatever came for them…isn’t still here?” Athan inquired with curiosity, a little too chipper for her liking. He was such a peculiar fellow.

“I think we would have confronted it by now. However, that doesn’t mean this place isn’t trapped.” Elle thrusted her fists into her hips and sighed, “I am going to investigate a way to free it without getting us skewered or something worse.”

“I’ll be over by the mural.” Athan jabbed his thumb in the direction of the previous room, already with his dagger in his hand.

Elle followed him out and wandered over to the remains of the archaeologists, there could be a clue here…these people wouldn’t let one stone go un-turned, surely, they would have documented any devices for hiding traps, right?

She rummaged through their equipment, their packs and their pockets but found nothing of use. Her eyes fell on a well-dressed human male, his chest slumped into his knees, his arm folded in between. She crouched down and with her hands on his shoulders, she pried him apart. Looped inside the crook of his arm was a heavily bloodstained journal. ‘He protected his work until the end.’ She observed with a grimace. ���I am sorry.” Elle couldn’t help feeling guilty, using his work to profit her own, but there was no other option.

 Inscribed on the leather journal:

‘The Art History of the Elvhen Empire Volume Six’

‘Notes of Prof. Perrick Montague’

‘The University of Orlais’

She whistled low in genuine amazement, “Fancy, fancy.”

“Find something?” Messere Athan hollered from the other end of the room, chipping away at the mural.

“Perhaps!”  

 She flipped through the pages of the blood-stained journal with sincere interest, the professor’s notes were fluid and well scripted, a word or rather a name was repeated, Ghilan’nain. She squinted at the name, attempting to make sense of it. She turned another page, this time to a detailed rendition, a sketched figure with an upside-down crescent crowned her head. Above her head was written, Ghilan’nain. She rose to stand when her legs started to tingle, pulling the page close to her face. It looked familiar. She swiveled on her heel slowly,the rest was smeared with dried blood from her shoulders’ down, but bloody fingerprints accentuated the adjacent page, and with caution she willed her fingers to peel it back. Sloppy and broad, this bloody message was written in evident haste covering more sketches of this Ghilan’nain, now facing the mural Athan plucked jewels out of.

‘SEVEN EYES.’

Elle gulped nervously and felt her heart plummet to her stomach. Not sure why those words overwhelmed her with dread, and she wasn’t so sure she wanted to figure that out.

‘A strange thing to write as your last words.’ But who was she to judge? She reasoned with herself, achieving very little success.

Her eyes left the page to compare the drawings to the sight before her. She wasn’t here to frighten herself. Business, Elle. Don’t get distracted. She allowed the memory of her father’s admonishment playout.  But her vision swelled with the figure who had his back turned to her and something felt wrong.

Messere Athan swirled a blue vile as he gazed up at the mural, his back straight and shoulders relaxed, he rested all his weight on his backfoot. His body language continued to befuddle her; he acted like he was enjoying the artwork at some haughty soiree.

She pinned the Lyrium vile with her eyes, lowering the journal in her hands, as the man drew it to his lips and downed it in one large gulp.

“It is rather unlucky for you that I am a Templar of the Southern Chantry. Unlike those neutered dogs in Tevinter.” Messere Athan allowed the vile to shatter on the floor as he twisted on that backfoot, hand on his sword. “Magister Alexina sends her regards.”

[taashyvashedan]

~Cottage. Quiet.~

[ Taash x Harding Fanfiction ]

Title: Cottage. Quiet.

Pairing: Taash / Lace Harding

Rating: 16+ (For now)

Summary: After a long and arduous fight against the likes of Ghilan'nain, Elgar'nan, and Solas--Taash and Harding spend a summer at her childhood home in Ferelden.

--

With the help of some amazing beta readers, I finally have finished the first chapter of what I plan to be my first attempt at a long fic! I'm really looking forward to working on this one. I've been wanting to explore their connection and play around with it more -- as well as write the famous Ma' Harding.

If you had a good time and want to see more as it comes out, please leave a kudos, comment, or subscribe. This kind of thing keeps me motivated.

It's tough being like one of two writers for these two out there. We can't all be possessed Spanish men (no hate, don't at me).