#abelavellan

[echoes-sounds]

Lavellan my beloved

[mogwaei]

New dawn for Sorrow

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I often think about Abelas and the many different paths he could have taken after leaving the Temple of Mythal. At least in this one, he’s not alone. 🌿💚

[sharkapologists]

Fanfic tropes!

Thanks for the tag @lostinfantasies38​ @jennserr​ @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold​!

What I have learned is that I love AUs and that I will give juuuust about anything at least a try 😅

Also I had unhappy ending way down at the bottom, but then I remembered @pikapeppa​‘s Solavellan and Abelavellan fics and I had to move it up, so the specific condition for that one is “Written by Pikapeppa because I love her”

Tagging along to @schoute​, @pikapeppa​ @kittimau​ @river-of-asgard​ @dalish-rogue​ and @solas-disapproves​! 

[flamehairedsiren]

Last Line Meme

Tagged by my darling @pikapeppa even though she broke my heart with one of her Abelavellan fics. T-T

This snippet is for an upcoming Solavellan one shot because I’m still trying to get over Trespasser lmao:

“Sathan,” she whispered, the Elvhen word slipping from her lips.  More of the language retained in Tathariel’s mind with each passing day thanks to her hahren’s tutelage. Solas shivered violently. Hearing his language on her silky tongue made him weak in the knees.

All righty, guess I’ll tag @sun-and-shadow-aloy @ir-anuk and @valaloy :)

[tinyfierce]

“Can you hear me?” for abelavellan? (YOU ARE A LIGHT IN THIS RAREPAIR HELL u_u)

[prompts from this post ]

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[RAREPAIRGOTCHU]

“Abelas.Abelas.”

Thesentinel weighed heavily on her, lost balance rendering him limp. Evesupported the majority of his weight as they made their way back tocamp, noticing the troubling way blood trailed from his nose.Cassandra had hurried ahead, the fastest rider among them, andprepared the healers for an injury that could not be seen.

Asthey arrived, Eve was ushered into the healer’s tent. Abelas was gonefrom her in an instant – laid out on a cot, examined, fussed over,and entirely beyond her help. She had been in the process of closinga rift, and as the last abomination was near destruction, it hadunleashed a vibrating scream that knocked the sentinel off his feet.The Rift had sealed and the creature vanquished, but it wasimmediately clear that something was desperately amiss. He couldn’tstand, couldn’t focus his eyes, and stumbled at the slightest shift.

Theymade it back to the forward camp in half the time it had originallytaken.

Suddenly,the tent was blessedly empty, and Eve had a clear path to Abelas’side. She reached for him with her marked hand, pulling his hood backand reaching for something to cushion his head.

“You’re safe,”she murmured. “What did the healers say?”

Hefrowned, but didn’t answer. His gold eyes studied her face intently,and she asked again, more quietly. When he made no indication ofunderstanding, ice trailed down her spine.

“Abelas,”she said slowly, clearly, “can you hear me?”

Nothing.

Heappeared to come to the same realization, and opened his mouth tospeak. As soon as the first half-forned syllable was voiced, however,his entire body tensed and he grasped at his ears in agony. Panicked,Eve turned to call for the healers who were discussing it outside thetent walls, but a firm tug stayed her.

“Hecan’t hear you,” a familiar watery voice called, “but he wantsyou to stay.”

“Cole.”Eve had never been more grateful for her choice to bring the Fadespirit along, and she decided to forgive him the lecture aboutsuddenly appearing without announcing himself. He sat at the foot ofAbelas’ cot, releasing the hem of her tunic when she turned back tothe two of them. “Do you know what’s going on?”

“Theycan’t help,” he answered calmly. “But it’s not forever.”

TheInquisitor felt the tension drain from her body. She’d learned longago how to interpret Cole’s half-speech, and while it might havepanicked anyone else, this was the best news she could have hopedfor. “Magic, then. That we can handle. And that Despairdemon was weak, so a day at the very most.”

Atight grasp suddenly caught her wrist, and Eve turnedto see Abelas sitting up and holding fast, making very direct eyecontact. He looked distinctly less than calm.

“Right,”she murmured, “okay.” Crouching down to eye level, she spokeslowly, pointing to her lips. “Can you understand this?”

Aftera moment, he inclined his head. Not well.

Evetried Elvish - nothing. Miming was entertaining, judging by the briefupward tug of Abelas’ mouth, but still ineffective.

“Youlook very silly,” Cole informed her. “Abelas thinks so, too. Ilike it.”

Atthat, an idea dawned on her and took Cole by the shoulders. “Cole!Can you talk to him? Without speaking, so he can understand and hewon’t be in pain from trying to talk.”

“Becauseyou care for him.”

Groaning,Eve dragged her palms down her face. “Oh, Andruil’s tits whydid that come out of your mouth?”

Smiling,Cole reached out and patted her head. “Feelings make it stronger,”he said quietly. “Easy to see you.”

“Right.Just… tell him about the magic, could you? And the duration.”

Thespirit turned to Abelas, who had watched them interact with greatinterest. Eve gestured to Cole, and the other elf warily returned hiseye contact. His shoulders tense, he seemed to be resistant towhatever it was that was going on – and a few long moments passeduntil comprehension crossed his face, and he turned back to Eve witha nod.

“Heunderstands,” Cole said.

Evesighed. “What a relief. Thank you, Cole.” She stood, and didn’thave more than a moment to stretch before Abelas’ long fingers caughthold of hers. His breath was tight in his chest, and the long whitebraid slid across his shoulder as his arm moved.

“Don’tgo,” Cole whispered.

Somethingin the conflict between that plea and the guarded expression onAbelas’ features tugged at Eve, and her feet wouldn’t move.

She sat beside the patient on the cot, gently nudging himaside with her hips until he had made enough room for her to liedown. She stretched out her legs into the space where Cole had beenuntil a moment ago, and soon the rest of Abelas came into view as hecarefully and gingerly joined her.

Hesitant,Eve brought a hand up to brush against his cheek, stroking the sideof his face and bare scalp while avoiding his injured ears. He leanedinto her touch, a low exhale leaving him as his eyes closed.

Evedidn’t know when he had begun to trust her so, but all she couldthink of as the seconds passed was the warmth of his skin and theknowledge that he had wanted her to stay.

[seekingidlewild]

@solverne replied to your text post:

I know that I have Insights on my list to get around to. I managed to read just a snippet of the first chapter not too long ago, but I didn't wanna comment yet until I finished the whole chapter. Keep your chin up! Your hard work does definitely not go unnoticed!! It may sound silly or pretentious, but do some good reblogging, maybe? I rarely ever see anything on Tumblr when you post a work. Timezones can really bury stuff and people can't always scroll through their... ...whole dash in a sitting, you know? I know your writing is amazing and I'm gonna get around to reading Insights soon. I can't wait!... ...Oh, and believe me - I've found way many more enjoyable fics that DIDN'T have smut. People can get over themselves and enjoy good plot and writing, rather than steamy make out sessions.

I always feel guilty for reblogging my own stuff, as if that’s somehow not allowed, but I do usually do it at least once. Maybe next chapter I’ll just spam the hell out of it! I actually am one of those weirdos who does try to read every post on their dash, but I know that’s not true for the majority of Tumblrites. Thank you for the encouragement! Also, honestly, the way my two Solavellan fics are planned out, smut wouldn’t fit the tone or even make sense within the stories. Maybe in my Abelavellan fic, if I ever get around to it? Abelas looks like he seriously needs to unwind. But even on the very few occasions I’ve written a sex scene, I’ve kept it vague. No E-rated fics from me!

[echoes-sounds]

Abelavellan makes me so soft

[mindtrove]

# 15 for the 'The way you said “I love you.“ ' prompt. :D

Loud, so everyone can hear

There were a lot of things Ramia heard growing up, one ofthem being that physically and personality-wise she was very much more like herfather. She never had the chance to meet the man herself so she was never in aplace to agree or disagree.

They also said she only seemed like her mother in subtlerways. One of them, now that she had a lover of her own, was preening the objectof her affections.

A subconscious action, she wasn’t even truly aware she wasdoing it as she settled herself in Abelas’ lap. Fixing his hair, adjusting thecollar of his tunic and removing anything that seemed amiss on his person. Allwith little kisses peppered here and there, unaware of the sentinel’s growingblush and awkward demeanour.

Considering they had company.

“Ramia…”

“Yes?”

“People are watching…”

Ramia laughed, he made two people seem like an entire crowd.

And why shouldn’t she shower him with love? She was notashamed of their relationship and neither was he. It all seemed a bit silly inher mind.

“Don’t you like my attention Abelas?”

“I do…but…”

Abelas saw her eyes shift from the others to him, a smilespreading on her lips before she pulled him in for a long deep kiss. Hummingloud and releasing him kiss his reddening cheeks.

“I love you, you big mush.”

His heart warms at her words, despite the grin from theothers. Clearing within hearing distance for her proud confession.

[hiatus39400]

This is for one of my longtime followers @kestrelsansjesses of Maiwe Lavellan and her Abelas c:

I hope you like it!

(PS: Commissions are open!)

[cirillaofcintras-moved]

i am abelas trash

i am abelavellan trash

[echoes-sounds]

Little dragon age art dump

[mindtrove]

#27 !

27.A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

Abelas liked Saturdays.

Even more so when his circle of friends became smaller, andhe had less social obligations to adhere to. Instead of going out, he was ableto make a routine and have ‘me time’.

In the morning, coffee and some leisure reading.

Afternoon, have more coffee but this time add hot chocolate.Sometimes it was good to be adventurous. Also checking emails and looking atthings he wants to purchase online, then check his account and see if he hasenough money.

Even when he flat out knows he doesn’t.

And lastly in the evening have another coffee. Because it’sSaturday and why not? Not like he has anything to be up early for on a Sunday. Eventhough he would regret it at three in the morning when he would have troublesleeping.

Abelas would always end the night with a film, more thanlikely a documentary. Tonight he felt in the mood for something of the astronomyvariety.

“Abelaaaassss….”

Ah yes.

He’d forgotten the one little change to his rigid routine.

“Yes Rami.”

“Chicago’s on TV.”

“Really? Well, thank you for informing me.”

She made sarcasm come so easily to him, and it never failedto make him smile when she’d pout and glare.

Her feet laid flat against his back, pushing him backwardsand forwards as she whined his name. Irritated.

“I’m not watching that film Rami. You know I hate it.”

Abelas received no answer, only more pushing and shoving tothe point where it started to become a bother. He turns around, earning himselfher giggles and her legs wrapping around his waist. A grin pulling her lips asher chest shook with muffled laughter, an eyebrow raised as he levelled herwith a hard glare.

“Ramia…”

“I looove you.” She tells him, like a taunt. A test of howmuch she could get away with, convince him to let her have her way. Abelasgrumbled loud, hating and loving all at once the way she batted her lashes andmade him feel comfortable and snug.

Her damn thighs were like pillows.

“I’ll record it.”

“Yay!”

“But I am still watching my programme Rami.”

Ramia giggles again, arms reaching out to beckon him, but heknew better. Turning back towards the TV, ignoring her attempts to distract himwith affection.

Abelas loved Saturdays.

[obsidianmichi]

So I just read your one shot with Lavellan and Abelas. Lemme tell you, I wasn't a shipper for this pairing, and I read the story out of blatant curiosity, and by the end of it, I was hooked! I loved the dynamic you portrayed of the two at the end! And even the way you handled Abelas's character. You haaaave to write more! I mean, you don't have to, but I would love it if you did, haha. Anyway, keep up the amazing writing!

Aww! Thanks so much! I totally ship this pairing, it’s addicting fluffy feels.I actually do have more posted over on AO3.

The Grump’s Way to Smile

At Skyhold, Eirwen Lavellan teases Abelas about being grouchy. It earns him a kiss.

A Kiss with a Fist

At Skyhold, Eirwen and Abelas take to the sparring arena in this silly one shot. Mild violence, flirting, and fluff ensue.

You, Me, And Paperwork Makes Three

In Skyhold, Eirwen Lavellan tries to continue working in bed. Meanwhile, Abelas proves to be a formidable distraction.

It’s all just silly fluff but if you liked Fragile Heart, you’ll probably enjoy these!

[resoan]

#6 Abelas x Fena'dea & #21/#14 (something straight out of Peppe Le Pew) Alistair x Cirrenes. Have fun ;)

(Just for future reference, if you could send each request separately, it’d be a big help

Kiss Up Arm + Abelas x Fena’dea

Thank you for the request, aleski525! I hope you like it c: Also, this is something of a follow up to another prompt, here

Send Me More Kisses!

The wound Abelas sustained against the wolves was but a flesh wound, but the healer at the camp insisted that he wear a sling for a week afterward to ensure he wouldn’t strain the arm or his shoulder. Abelas didn’t grumble, though he did narrow his eyes at the human just a bit resentfully before acquiescing. 

Abelas was still intent on exploring the parts of the Exalted Plains they hadn’t gotten to yet, and while Fena’dea was reluctant, she did finally agree. They traveled slowly, accompanied by a few Inquisition scouts, though it was a compromise neither liked apart from the safety it offered while Abelas healed.

Perhaps that was why Abelas asked that they sleep away from a camp a few nights later: under the stars, he’d murmured, the slightest curve of a smile convincing Fena’dea against her better judgment.

They chose a rocky incline with little in the way of vegetation or greenery so animals might not wander close, and brought a couple bedrolls, a blanket, and some fresh water. If it had been a suggestion made by anyone other than Abelas, Fena’dea might have assumed it would have had romantic implications.

But as the sun set and the hares Fena’dea caught for their dinner roasted over a fire, she couldn’t help wondering if that also had been considered on Abelas’ part. He was currently reclining against the stone face of the rock formation, his sling resting on his raised thigh. The shadows made it difficult to see much else from Fena’dea’s vantage point - all save his eyes, bright golden pinpricks that were inexplicably soft whenever she glanced back towards him watching her.

Their conversation was light as they ate their dinner, Fena’dea settling against Abelas’ side; truth be told, it was more for warmth than anything, though she was hardly about to correct whatever Abelas may have thought about having her so close. 

She laid out the bedrolls herself, side by side, and though it wasn’t even fully dark yet, Abelas came closer, something resembling warmth in his gaze. There was a great deal of rustling and adjusting before Abelas was comfortable, and Fena’dea was deliberate and delicate as she laid next to him, his wound a constant on her mind even if it wasn’t on her side.

“The shems may have taken the land from the elves,” Abelas began, his voice rumbling in his chest just underneath where Fena’dea’s fingertips lay idle. “But they have not taken the stars.”

“No, I suppose they haven’t,” Fena’dea replied, her laughter quiet and gentle. “I don’t know about everyone else, but I have what I need - right here.” She patted his chest for effect, and pushed herself upright her smile turning just a hint crooked as Abelas lifted an eyebrow curiously.

Perhaps it was presumptuous of her, even unwanted at the moment, but Fena’dea hoisted a leg over Abelas’ torso and settled around his waist, her smile earning Abelas’ rapt attention. Slowly, deliberately, she bent down and pressed a kiss to his hand, and trailed gentle kisses up his arm until she caught his gaze and dared to kiss him once more: fully, uninhibitedly, her desire warming her veins.

[dear-miss-adair]

Freedom's Song - [Chapter One]

Rating: General

Characters/Pairings: [Abelas x Female Lavellan], Mythal. Original Characters

Word Count: 4,348

Summary:

Before he cloaked himself in Sorrow, he had another name: Revas, freedom. In the life that had come prior to the mark finding its way on to her palm, she was known as Sulahnni, a song. In this life, She was Mythal’shiral vira, one who travels Mythal’s path. Sulahnni was a priestess, sworn and dedicated to the service of the Great Protector. To Revas, one of Mythal’s Sentinels, she was his elu’vhenan, secret heart. Rating will change as the story progresses.

Notes: Inspired by the lovely K-Meme prompt: "In her previous life, f!Lavellan was a devout priestess of Mythal and Abelas was the sentinel she fell in love with. Cue forbidden love, secret trysts in the gardens and inevitable heartbreak."

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood. Protagonist undergoes his vallaslin ritual, which involves ancient tattooing methods mixed with Elvhen lore.

The morning light shone through the stretching spires of the Temple of Mythal, casting dark lines on the dirt of the Len'am Sentinel training yard. Revas stood in the brightest patch of light, smiling a little as he felt the warmth of the sun bloom underneath his training armor. The familiar sounds of swords clanging, bows drawing, arrows flying and magic whistling filled his ears; though all at once shrill and harsh, they’re the sounds he has grown up listening and he takes an odd comfort in the familiarity of it all. He waited shoulder to shoulder with his friend and spar partner Adahl as the pair in front of them finished their melee.

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