#This was supposed to have been my solavellan trash blog

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Solavellan smut: Talk

Happy @dadrunkwriting Friday! My offering today: a piece of shameless Solavellan smut, in which Elia Lavellan confesses to Solas for the first time that his voice is her catnip. 

This is dedicated to @elbenherzart, who is an incredibly talented artist (LIKE SERIOUSLY CHECK OUT HER BLOG, IT’S INSANE), and who is my Solavellan soulmate when it comes to being total trash garbage for Solas’s voice.

 So here, as though I haven’t already done it enough (twice in fact… here and here…): have some Solavellan voice kink smut.

Read on AO3 here instead.

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Solas leans over Elia’s shoulder and points at the page. “There. That is the line I was speaking of yesterday. It stands in direct contrast with a passage in that Chantry-sponsored treatise you borrowed from the Empress’s private collection. Do you recall the passage I mean?”

Elia looks up at him from her cozy spot in his desk chair. His voice is quiet but vibrant with enthusiasm, and she knows exactly the passage he’s speaking of; just last week they’d spent the better part of an afternoon picking apart the treatise in question, so of course she knows what he is talking about.

She grimaces apologetically. “I’m not entirely certain,” she lies. “I think the trip home from the Hinterlands scrambled my mind. Could you remind me?”

“Of course,” he says. He straightens and walks around to the front of his desk. “It was the passage regarding the use of barriers. The author attempted to argue that the sole purpose of a barrier was to repel energy, when any learned practitioner of the magical arts knows that a barrier can both repel and absorb.” 

Elia nods dreamily. Solas is pacing in front of the desk now, and his voice is growing brighter as he gets into his groove. “A skilled mage can produce a barrier that does both at once,” he says. “In fact, the most efficient and effective barrier is one that self-sustains by absorbing an enemy’s attacks and incorporating the resultant energy into the protective matrix.”

She nods, enthralled as usual by the enthusiasm in his voice. “The author’s Chantry leanings were obvious, though,” she says. “He seemed particularly keen to emphasize the fact that absorbing an enemy’s magic was a heretical act.” 

“Precisely,” Solas says. “It is a logical fallacy. It…” He trails off and gives her an odd look. “I thought you couldn’t recall the passage in question.”

Elia freezes for a moment, then wilts slightly. She should have known better than to try and lie to him. “I… I do recall it, actually,” she says. “I’m sorry, Solas.”

His frown deepens. “Why did you say you couldn’t recall?” 

She hesitates and plucks nervously at her sleeve. She doesn’t want to tell him why, but his bemused expression is deepening by the second, and there’s nothing for it but to confess.

She hunches her shoulders slightly and lowers her voice. “I, er… I have to tell you something,” she says. “But it’s… embarrassing.” 

He raises his eyebrows and comes around the desk to stand beside her. “What is the matter, vhenan?” he says quietly. 

She nibbles the inside of her cheek, then says the words in a rush. “I like your voice, and I wanted to make you talk some more.”

His eyebrows jump high on his forehead again. “I beg your pardon?”

Elia sighs. She can feel her cheeks warming already, and she can’t help but curse her complexion for giving her away. “I like your voice,” she mumbles. “I just wanted to hear you talk some more. That’s why I said I didn’t remember the passage.” 

Solas doesn’t reply, and Elia ducks her head to hide her burning cheeks. Then Solas leans against his desk. “You like my voice?” he says slowly.

She chances a quick look at him, then wilts even further. He doesn’t look censorious or annoyed; in fact, the corners of his sculpted lips are curled in the faintest smile. 

She gives him a pitiful look. “You’re teasing me.”

“Not at all,” he says mildly. “I am simply curious to know what you mean.”

She rubs her nose awkwardly. “Is my terrible blushing not clear enough?” she mutters.

He chuckles, and a tingling shiver runs down her spine at the sound of his mirth. “You are teasing me,” she complains.

“I assure you, that is not my intent,” he says. “Am I to understand you haven’t been paying attention during our many lengthy discussions, then?”

He’s fully smiling now, and his slate-grey eyes are dancing. Elia abruptly rises from his chair. “Please, Solas, don’t,” she begs, and she turns toward the door and strides away.

He follows her swiftly. “Elia.” 

She keeps up her pace as she hurries through the Great Hall. It’s largely empty at this hour of night, and Elia is thankful for the lack of witnesses to her flaming cheeks. 

Before she can reach the door to her quarters, he catches her hand. “Elia, wait a moment.” 

She shakes her head but clasps his hand, unwilling to speak further until they’re alone. She unlocks the door to her quarters and pulls him in behind her, but before she can make her way up the stairs, he pulls her to a stop.

“Elia,” he says softly. “Look at me.”

She stops and gives him a frank look. “I like the sound of your voice, all right? It makes me, um…” She licks her lips nervously, then meets his eye once more. “It turns me on.” 

His face is lighting into a smile once more, and Elia groans and twists her hand out of his grip. “You’re laughing at me. This is why I didn’t want to say anything. I knew you would–”

She breaks off suddenly. Solas’s hand is cradling her jaw, and as Elia stares breathlessly at him, his thumb skims across her lower lip in a petal-soft caress. 

“What sorts of things do you enjoy hearing me say?” he asks. 

A rush of liquid heat pools instantly in her belly. His voice is pitched low and soft, exactly the way she likes it the most, and she struggles for a response. “I… honestly, Solas, I… I enjoy everything you have to say. And I do listen to our discussions, you know,” she adds belligerently. 

He chuckles again, and Elia presses her lips together. His mirth is rare when they’re in public, but his laughter comes more easily when they are alone, and when he chuckles like this – this soft and private laugh, like he’s heard more than just the words she meant to say… 

He takes a small step closer to her. “I’m glad to hear that our discussions of the temporal warping of the Veil haven’t fallen on deaf ears.”

She takes a careful breath. “No, I definitely listened to those.” 

He nods thoughtfully and takes another step closer, and Elia is forced to step back to accommodate his nearness. “And the time we were talking about the borrowing of Elvhen words into Tevene?” he says. “Were you listening then?”

She swallows and nods. “Y-yes. Yes, I was.”

He steps closer still, and Elia stops short. Her back is against the stone wall, and Solas is looming over her. When he tips her chin up, she loses her breath entirely. 

He smiles faintly. “I recently came upon a recipe for an elfroot tonic that boasts three times the potency of the average brew by adding a small measure of dragonthorn to the base,” he murmurs. “Shall we converse about that?”

Elia forces her lungs to breathe. His words are not a turn-on in any shape or form, and yet she’s standing here with her spine arching and her heart racing and a delicious buzzing warmth between her legs even though he’s barely touched her, and… fenedhis, imagine if he did start talking about something sensual instead of the relative safety of this academic oration. 

She licks her lips. “You can tell me that recipe if you like. I’d be glad to hear it.”

He nods slowly, then steps closer still and tilts his lips close to her ear. “Perhaps there are other things I would rather discuss.”

She blissfully closes her eyes. His voice is like a summer’s breeze: a heated breath across her ear carrying the smooth music of his voice, and she’s so busy enjoying its tone and timbre that it takes her a moment to realize what he’s suggesting. 

“Other things like what?” she says weakly. 

“The rate of your breathing, for one,” he replies. “It is quite rapid for someone whose supposed interests are the adjuvant benefits of dragonthorn.”

She opens her eyes and gazes at him incredulously. “You’re playing dumb with me?”

He smiles. “I was inspired by you, vhenan. You have only yourself to blame.”

She leans her head back against the wall and lets out a breathless laugh, but before she can formulate an appropriately snarky reply, Solas speaks again. “You inspire many sorts of urges, Elia. If you crave something other than intellectual discourse, you should feel free to ask.” 

She meets his eyes once more. It’s easy for him to suggest that she make carnal requests. He’s not the one who is crumbling into an incoherent lustful mess at the mere sound of a lover’s voice. 

She gazes pleadingly at him until his expression softens. He smoothes the edge of his thumb along her cheekbone and tucks a tuft of hair over her ear. “Perhaps you would like to discuss what will happen when we reach your bedroom.”

And there it is. There he is – the side of Solas that only Elia has the privilege to see: the patient and confident lover whose elegant hands lift her into a deeper ecstasy than anyone else ever has before. 

She breathes shakily through the vice of anticipation around her chest. “Perhaps I would,” she says.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Ah, good. Another topic we agree upon.” He takes her hand, and as he leads her up the stairs, he twines his fingers with hers. “I should think you would like to remove some of your clothing when we get upstairs.”

Absolutely, she thinks, but she doesn’t say it. Instead, she coyly tilts her head. “Remove my clothing? For what purpose?” she asks.

He shoots her a quick sideways glance, but Elia only blinks. If Solas insists on teasing her, well… two can play this game.

He smiles at her –  the rare, uninhibited kind of smile that she has only ever witnessed in private, and it lifts a bevy of butterflies in her belly. Then he returns his attention to the stairs. “Your shoes, for instance,” he says casually. “I’m aware that you’re only wearing them for the sake of decorum. You would far rather be barefoot instead.”

“True,” she says. “Should I remove anything else?”

He leads her up the last flight of stairs. “Your coat, perhaps,” he suggests. “I worry you might feel overly warm otherwise.”

She bites back a smile as they approach the door to her bedroom. “Why would I feel overly warm?”

He suddenly takes her arm and crowds her back against the bedroom door, and Elia gasps. Then she gasps more excitedly still as his lips graze the pointed tip of her ear. 

“Because I will kiss you when we step into your bedroom,” he murmurs. “And I will be offering you another manner of staying warm. One involving considerably fewer layers.”

Elia pants desperately for breath. His lips are a hairsbreadth from hers, and his chest is a mere inch away, and his hands – damn it, his hands: one is still holding her arm, and the other is penning her in against the door, and neither of them is anywhere close to where she wants them to be. 

Please. The word rings through her mind, a pure and simple plea, and she nearly allows it to fall from her lips. But Solas is watching her face, and his half-smile is sly but eager, and she knows that a plea is what he’s expecting. A plea is what she usually gives him, after all, since a plea is what gains her the heat of his tongue and the stroke of his careful fingers on her greedy skin. 

With no small degree of effort, she withholds the plea. “That’s an intriguing proposition,” she says. “I’ll certainly consider it when we get inside.”

His eyes widen briefly with surprise before crinkling at the corners with mirth, and Elia grins as well. Then Solas nods politely and opens her bedroom door. 

Elia steps through the door and traipses up the final flight of stairs. She turns to Solas with a smile, but before she can say a word, his hands are on her body – one hand at the back of her neck, and the other on her hip – and his lips are gracing hers with the kiss he’d promised. 

His kiss, his perfect patient kiss… Elia melts into him instantly, just as she always has since the very start. The kisses Solas gives are unlike any kiss she has ever received before, both careful and hungry in equal measure, and Elia shamelessly parts her lips for him and runs her palms along his chest. 

His hand is travelling over her hip, stroking the small of her back before slipping down to cup her bottom, and she whimpers into his lips as he pulls her closer against his body with his hand at the back of her thigh. Then his lips are breaking from hers to tease her ear once more.

“I would like to suggest again that you take off your clothes,” he says. 

“What for?” she pants. “I thought we were going to discuss the adjuvant properties of dragonthorn.”

He laughs. It’s a smooth and happy sound, one that rings straight to her belly and below, and all at once Elia admits defeat. He’s won the game, won it with that damned smooth laugh of his, and Elia has never been happier to lose. 

She quickly unbuttons her coat, and Solas steps back so she can strip more swiftly. In the space of a minute, her body is bare, and she lifts her chin to boldly face him. 

Already he is studying her, perusing her body slowly with his attentive grey eyes, and Elia tries hard to control her ragged breathing. “Do you have any more suggestions for me?” she says. 

He smiles slightly but doesn’t stop scanning her, and she shifts restlessly when his eyes land on the apex of her thighs. “I wonder what I should do next,” he muses. “Perhaps you have a suggestion for me.” He raises his eyes slowly to her face, and the naked intent in his eyes raises the pulse between her legs.

He reaches out and trails one finger along the line of her neck. “Should I lick the lines of your collarbones, Elia?” he says. “That is one suggestion I can offer.”

She swallows hard. His finger is following the path of his words, skimming lightly along the line of her clavicle, and when it comes to rest at the base of her throat, she nods her head. “Yes.”

He nods slowly as well, and his eyes resume their slow and thorough examination of her naked form. “I could trace the subtle planes and curves of your body with my fingers and my tongue,” he suggests. “Is that a course of action you would enjoy?”

“Gods, yes,” she blurts. His hand his moving again, his knuckles brushing lightly over the tight pink tip of her breast, and when he strokes the hollow of her belly with the back of his hand, she twists her hips restlessly. “Solas…”

He speaks again as though he hasn’t heard her. “Perhaps I should I taste the desire that collects between your legs. Would that please you?”

His words are like tinder to the flame of her lust, and his smooth and maddening voice is the bellows giving it life, and she’s unable to resist; she grabs his gentle hand and tries to push it down between her legs. “I want that, please!” 

He resists her desperate tugging and tilts her chin up instead, and Elia loses her breath as she meets his heated sterling gaze. “I could lay you on your bed and spread your legs for our mutual enjoyment,” he says. “Or perhaps I could set you on the couch, or on the desk. No matter the place, I want you prepared to announce your pleasure to the rafters.”

His voice, his words, his stubborn hands that refuse to give her the contact she’s so desperate for: it’s all too much, too difficult to bear, and Elia fists her hands in his tunic and presses herself against him. “Solas, please!” she sobs. “I want everything, all of it, everything you – just – just touch me, fuck me, please!” 

He smiles. “That is what I hoped you would say,” he purrs. Abruptly he lifts her up, then walks over to the bed and spills her onto her back. 

She rises to her elbows to smile at him as he pushes her thighs apart. “You are so smug, you know that–? Ah!” She breaks off with a cry: Solas’s mouth is already between her legs and he’s lapping up her eager moisture with his tongue, and Elia shudders with rapture as the heat of his tongue bleeds into her tender flesh. 

He nips her thighs with his lips, then graces her center with an open-mouthed kiss, and Elia falls back on the bed and spreads her legs wider to grant him access. He’s just as careful and thorough between her legs as he is when he kisses her lips, and it isn’t long – no, not nearly long enough – before she can feel her pulse rising and beating with growing urgency at the ministrations of his talented mouth.

She whimpers and twists her fists in the sheets, wishing vaguely that she could draw this rapture out for longer. Then, almost as though he knows her thoughts, Solas lifts his face. 

“You are especially eager tonight,” he comments. “I hope this means I’m pleasing you.”

She laughs breathlessly and lifts her hips toward him. “Solas, you have no idea,” she moans. 

He strokes her cleft with his fingers, forcing another desperate gasp from her throat. “I do have an idea, in fact,” he says. “This is no small indication of your need.” 

She mewls wordlessly and rocks her hips toward his teasing hand. Truthfully, she can’t decide whether she prefers the smooth and heated words he’s bestowing on her lustful ears, or the smooth and careful stroke of his fingers through her slippery feminine folds. 

“Shall I continue?” he murmurs. “Or would you have me talk some more?”

She opens her eyes and looks at him. His lips are glossy with her moisture and twisted with a smirk, but his eyes are so utterly tender and warm. 

She beams at him, then shakes her head and falls back on the bed with a laugh. “Truly, I regret saying anything,” she jokes. 

“No,” he says firmly, and his emphatic tone prompts her to lift her head from the bed once more. “Do not regret sharing your feelings. I… the esteem you have shown me, it…” He breaks off and exhales, and Elia watches curiously as his eyebrows rise in an incongruously wistful way.

“Solas?” she says gently. “Are you all right?”

He meets her eye once more, then nods briefly. “I am more than all right,” he tells her. Then he ducks his head and sweeps his tongue along the length of her cleft once more. 

Her breath leaves her in a shaky sigh, and she lies back once more to savour the dreamy rise of her climax as he coaxes it from her body with his skillful lips and tongue. When she finally comes, it’s a burst of glory and pleasure and warmth that ripples straight to the tips of her toes, and when she lazily opens her eyes, it’s to find him smiling at her once more. 

She pants breathlessly for a moment before speaking. “Come here. Join me,” she pleads. 

“Gladly, vhenan,” he says softly. Then he quickly shucks his clothes. 

He crawls toward her as she reaches for him, and their eagerness is such that barely a minute goes by before he’s poised between her legs, her knee hooked over his arm to spread her wide while he rocks the hardness of his cock against her wet and willing heat. 

Solas exhales sharply, then lowers his mouth to her breast. “Elia…” he groans. 

A fresh ripple of want trickles down her throat and into her chest, and she arches her toward him to goad his greedy mouth to take her nipple deeper. He suckles the hardness of her nipple until she’s bucking her hips toward him, and then – and then –

Elia arches her neck and releases a needy cry. His length is pressing inside of her, thick and hard and so damned right that it brings a burn of tears to her eyes, and as his hips fall flush to hers, he presses his lips to her neck. 

“Elia,” he groans. He nips her neck with his teeth. “Vhenan… ar isala ma.”

She nods in desperate agreement. The cadence of his Elvhen praise is even more enthralling than his common tongue, and as he starts to move inside of her in a patient rocking rhythm, her heart continues to pound between her legs and beneath her ribs in a matching staccato of pleasure and love entwined. 

They rise and fall and meet in an increasingly urgent blur of hips and hands and tongues. His gasping breaths are coloured with a groan of pleasure that thrills her attentive ears, and Elia blissfully listens as they move and shift and fuck together on her cozy cotton sheets. 

At the moment that his face twists with his impending orgasm, he presses his lips to her ear once more. “Nothing I have seen or touched in this world thrills me more than you,” he breathes. 

Her breath catches with lust and pleasure and an undeniable surge of love. Solas pumps his hips twice more, then groans his climax into the sweat-dampened side of her neck. 

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly as the shudders wrack his body. When he lifts his face from her neck, his cheeks are flushed from their love, and his expression is tender and soft. 

“Elia, I want you to know,” he says quietly. “I… I was not laughing at you. Downstairs in the rotunda.”

She raises her eyebrows in surprise at his choice of topic, then smirks. “Weren’t you, though?”

“I was not, no,” he says seriously. “Not at you. I laughed because…” He trails off and shifts off her body to lie beside her. “Such a compliment is rare,” he tells her softly. “It has been a very long time since my talking – or my company – have been so enjoyed by anyone.” 

She softens and gently strokes his arm. “Well, I certainly do enjoy your company. Among other various side benefits.”

He smiles at her little inside joke. “As I enjoy yours,” he murmurs.

The genuine joy in his face makes her heart thump, and she smiles helplessly at him. Then he shifts a little closer and skims his palm over her belly. “Speaking of enjoyable side benefits, I might be tempted to tell you some of yours,” he says quietly. “Would you care to hear me list them?”

His voice is low and sly and smooth, and a happy ripple runs down her spine at the mere sound. “Yes please,” she says. “You can tell me anything you like. I’ll never tire of listening to you.”

His hand on her belly falls still for a moment, then resumes its slow and soothing stroke. “Then I shall do my best to speak to you for as long as I can,” he whispers. 

She smiles, then closes her eyes as his exquisite voice murmurs in her ear. Solas might be a maddening tease at times, but if it means she’ll earn his calm and soothing voice in her bed, she’ll happily submit to his teasing. 

If it means Solas will talk, Elia will do nearly anything.

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Tagged twice(!) by @no-ones-son (let me explain the twice thing - @thatbeccaperson is my technical main and has been inactive for several years and Tumblr doesn’t let you change your main)

Guidelines: Always post the rules, answer the questions given by the person who tagged you then write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 blogs 

1. How was your day, describe it.  Almost done. Just another day at the office.  Mostly kind of boring.  I did go someplace new and really delicious for lunch and that was nice.

2. Do you have any pet peeves? I do.  A huge one for me is when people are upset with me and don’t talk with me about it.  How can I be expected to learn and get better when I don’t know what I did wrong?

3. Tell me a project you have been working on (personal, school, hobby).   I have many, many unfinished projects kicking around across various hobbies.  I do have an afghan I was knitting that I haven’t picked up since January that I really need to start working on again.  I’m on the fourth and final large square (of smaller squares) before it needs to be seamed and border knit.  If you’re wondering what it should look like when finished, it’s this pattern right here. 

4. You’re favorite clothing item(s) you own? Why? A very new clothing item, but I really love this Vaporeon hoodie I recently purchased.  It’s a lightweight hoodie but it’s super comfy.

5. Recommend three books.  I’m more in the position to receive book recommendations than give them.  Most of what I’ve read are titles that *everyone* has read like Harry Potter, ASOIAF, etc., and lately most of the actual books I’ve read have been technical books.  (Shout out to all those O’Reilly manuals sitting on my desk.)

To be honest, I’ve been enjoying fanfic a lot more than regular books lately, especially since they’re easy for me to read on the sly with my phone.  If I were to give a fic rec, I would say that if you’re Solavellan trash like me, you might enjoy Ruins by @soetzufit.  It got me into reading fanfic again after being away from it for well over 10 years and it’s just a really well-done slow burn. I’m excited to see where she goes next with this work.  

I also read some comics (I’m rarely current since I tend to buy TPBs) and graphic novels and, while anyone who’s in the know is already aware of these titles, I tend to push a few titles on my friends who think comics are only superhero stories and, therefore, not for them.  (If you’re already into comics, you can skip this part, these recs are for people like my aforementioned friends.)  Over the last couple of years, I’ve really enjoyed Saga, which is this sci-fi epic.  I’m not current with it, but I’ve really enjoyed the story thus far, even this deep into the series.  

I suppose this probably doesn’t count but I was just thinking about how much I miss my copy of 78 Degrees of Wisdom.  One of my (now former) friends has it so I had to add it to my wishlist.  If you’re into Tarot at all, it’s just a great book to have around.

6. What’s the strangest dream you’ve ever had?  Not sure about strange, but I do have very realistic dreams and sometimes it weirds me out.  I had a dream once that I got an eviction notice and I was in a dead panic but it was so realistic I couldn’t tell I was dreaming.  How vivid and real it was still creeps me out.

7. Describe your happiest memory, or the first that comes to mind.  Leaving home, for real, for the first time and moving across the country.  I was so excited to finally get out of my crappy hick town and I didn’t know what would happen next for me, but it didn’t matter.  Turns out, I hated living in Southern California and moved back to the Midwest a few years later, but I needed the experience of getting away.

8.  What would you want to be famous for?  I’m not entirely sure I’d want to be famous famous.  Maybe D-list standing for a creative endeavor.  I start to write many things and never finish them.  It’d be interesting if I actually did finish something and it gathered acclaim, but that’s not happening anytime soon at the rate I’m going.

9. If you could immediately acquire any language, what would it be? Japanese because I’m a freaking weeb who would love to not have to rely on subtitles when watching anime.  

10. Is there a character you feel especially close to? As I mentioned in the last question, I like anime and among the first characters I associated with was Asuka Langley-Soryuu from Neon Genesis Evangelion.  Asuka is this abrasive, cocky teenager and many hate her and think she’s a bitch because of that.  She does her best to be the best and if you doubt she is the best, she’ll put you in your place.  That attitude, however, is just a cover for how broken she is.  When things start to fall apart for her she doesn’t deal with it well.  Now that I’m older, I don’t relate to her as much, but when I first saw the series I was in my late teens, myself, and definitely understood the need to project this confident exterior when you’re hurting so much inside.

11. What is your current favorite song? So, this morning I heard a track from the album The Mountain Goats are launching soon.  The song was called Rain in Soho and the track grew on me as it played on.

Sooooo I don’t even think I have 11 different people in my notifications.  If you want to do this, consider yourself tagged!  Here are my 11 questions:

1.  Besides your keys, wallet/cash/id, and phone, what is an item you always or almost always carry with you?

2.  If you could have one superpower or supernatural ability, what would it be and why?

3.  What was the #1 song when you were born?

4.  Did you eat lunch today?  What did you have?  Was it good?

5.  You are given a time machine and it will send you back to the time and place you choose for only five minutes.  You can only use the machine once.  If you decide to use it, where do you go and what do you do with your five minutes?

6.  What is the farthest distance you have traveled in one trip (you may count connecting flights and such)?

7.  Is there a hobby or skill you have that you’d like to improve?

8.  What is the very first video or computer game you’ve ever played?

9.  What is your favorite thing about the place where you live?

10.  Do you have any pets?

11.  (Because as I write this it’s April 25th) Describe your perfect date.