#ao3 dragon age inquisition

[faded-mage]

Fen'harel & Isathe Lavellan Wisdom & Curiosity The Forgotten Ones weren’t always… well.. forgotten. Oh, they were no better than the Evanuris but they were the ones to be remembered as the villains. That was what she had to tell herself. By a stroke of luck, or fate, Isathe was not imprisoned in the abyss with the rest of them. Whatever the reason, the spirit of Curiosity lured into physical form was stuck in the aftermath of the Betrayal. She felt the moment the Veil was created and pulled her even farther from her home. The Sky no longer sat upon her skin and then she slept. Sleep for thousands of years until she woke in a world where the elves were no longer formed from spirits but created through acts of love or violence. She had to find a way to stay alive. The Forgotten Ones were spoken of in hushed whispers, that they were the worst of the elvhen empire. Isathe was the worst of the elvhen empire. Not only that, the Evanuris were revered at gods. So she pretended. Pretended to force back the want that filled her. Her thirst, the need to have. Blending into a clan of Dalish elves to hide away, she had no idea that her life would be thrust back into her past and her purpose once again put to the test.

What if Inquisitor Lavellan was, in fact, an ancient elf? A member of the Forgotten Ones, awakened years before the Breach, then pulled into the events of the Inquisition. Hiding herself from the prying eyes of those who would condemn her for her past allegiances and the unsettling gaze of the apostate elf who appeared to know more than he let on.

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Female Lavellan x Solas, Forgotten One x Fen'harel Tags: Elvhenan, Elvhen Lore, Forgotten One Lore, Elvhenan Culture & Customs, Ancient Arlathan, Modern Thedas, PTSD, Stockholm Syndrome, Mentions of Abuse, Drastic Canon Changes, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance & Sex

The Story

Chapter 1: One Who Brings Nightmares Chapter 2: Just a Short Rest Chapter 3: Twisted Purpose Chapter 4: Fears from Before Chapter 5: Hot Headed & Cocky Chapter 6: The Herald Chapter 7: A Walk in the Dark Chapter 8: To Break Chains Chapter 9: Standing Between Worlds Chapter 10: Defying Demons Chapter 11: Hinting at More Chapter 12: Touching the Veil Chapter 13: Defying a God Chapter 14: To Stand Under the Stars Chapter 15: Protector of Spirits Chapter 16: A Forgotten Temple Chapter 17: The Theory of Being Chapter 18: Lifting the Mask Chapter 19: A Bloodied Dagger Chapter 20: A Moment of Peace Chapter 21: Bound to Another Chapter 22: Into the Fade Chapter 23: But, You Like Demons? Chapter 24: Understanding Anger Chapter 25: Seeing Within Chapter 26: A Story Around the Fire Chapter 27: Taking a Leap Chapter 28: Walking the Path Chapter 29: The Choice Chapter 30: She Burns Chapter 31: Pieces of the Puzzle Chapter 32: Words He's Afraid to Say Chapter 33: Mirrors Upon Mirrors Chapter 34: Declaration of Intent Chapter 35: A New Fear Chapter 36: The Sleeping Sun Chapter 37: The Lone Wolf Chapter 38: Old Scars Chapter 39: A Wayward Arrow Chapter 40: Soaked in Blood

Spoilers:

Heavy lore spoilers for Dragon Age Inquisition, Inquisition DLCs and Veilguard. Also there will be a load of lore deviation because I can.

[kaija-rayne-author]

I've finished my Dragon Age elvish/elven/elvhen/el'vhen dictionary. And 99% of it is posted. I just need to clean up the primer and post that.

I have a linguistics minor and broke el'vhen down into its component parts. It started as just a list for me, but took on a life of its own.

Anyway. Hopefully, this will give us more words and tools to work with.

[vir-bellanaris]

Lavellan reclined on the lounge, the room dark save for the shifting lights of blueish white wisp spirits hovering in the air. She stroked gentle patterns against Solas’ skin as he lay with his head upon her thighs, her fingers tracing the sharp edge of his ears and down the contours of his neck.

“They’re so beautiful.” She murmured.

Solas nodded in agreement, his eyes never deviating from her upturned face, drinking in her expressions and little sounds of delighted awe.

“Is this what you looked like, before you gained a body?” Lavellan reached out, lifting her finger towards one of the delicate phantasms. Thin tendrils of gossamer light brushed and delicately intertwined with her seeking fingers.

“Of the same ilk. I was much larger, far more sentient than these wisps of intelligence.”

She lowered her gaze to his. The blueish glow illuminated her face, casting her features into sharp relief against the dim backdrop and the orbs of dancing light above her head. “I saw what you once looked like, I think. In one of your frescos.”

“I imagine you did.” He hesitated, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. “May I ask your thoughts?”

“Beautiful. You were beautiful. Luminous.” She traced a fingertip across his cheeks, connecting the freckles that lay upon his fair skin in little constellations. “You still are.”

He sat up, enough to touch his nose to hers and give her an affectionate kiss.

She felt the curve of his smile as their lips brushed. She placed her hand against his abdomen, feeling the muscles shifting beneath his tunic. “I’m glad you decided to gain a body.”

Solas watched her, half amused, drinking in each graceful movement, the strands of her long hair cascading down her back and falling over a shoulder as she leant forward. “As am I.” Another light kiss. “Now more so than ever.”

She beamed at him. The radiance of her beauty dimming the waltzing lights above. Solas tucked a finger beneath her jaw, stroking her chin with his thumb. His eyes a dark amethyst as he regarded her, his thumb moved to caress the plump flesh of her bottom lip, watching as her mouth opened slightly in response.

He loved her.

How he loved her.

Every beat of her heart echoed within his own soul. His own spirit, once unbound from notions such as love and lust, now clothed in flesh.

He had never looked at her in such a way, not even in their stolen moments back in Skyhold. She saw his eyes drawn magnetically to her lips, the touch of his fingers causing her blood to quicken.

Drawn by the electricity between the two perhaps, a wisp alighted on Lavellan’s shoulder, tangling soft strands of essence in her hair. Solas released his hold on her chin, grinning as he chuckled quietly. “They seem to be drawn to you.”

“Maybe it’s the energies left over from the anchor.”

“Mm, I postulate more readily it is your aura that draws them.” Solas coaxed the wisp from her shoulder where it obediently drifted into the palm of his hand. He raised it back up and allowed it to float once more amongst its brethren. “Your own spirit is a rare and marvelous force, vhenan.”

“I seem to remember you saying something along those lines long ago.”

“Ah…yes.” Solas’ face fell slightly, the act of remembrance for him eternally bittersweet.

Lavellan slid her touch down his shoulders, taking his hands, speaking softly. “Do you remember our first kiss?”

His lips tilted upwards at the well-worn memory. “Every detail.”

She watched the movement of his lushly curved mouth, studying with loving awe the beauty of his features. “How you said it was ill-considered and impulsive?”

She moved in and pressed a kiss to the healing skin under each of his eyes. Kissed all the freckles scattered across his cheeks like stars.

“Yes.” Solas leaned into her, closing his eyes, inhaling her warm breath as it ghosted across him. He pushed aside the guilt still gnawing at him for what he had done to her, allowed it to be consumed and burned away by her persevering love. “I remember it all.” He caught her chin again, moving her so he could see her eyes. “The way you looked at me across the campfire, ‘lingering’ as Madame de Fer aptly described. The rise and fall of your chest becoming more pronounced whenever I would brush against your body in passing, or when healing your wounds.”

“Solas…”

But he continued. “The ache of wishing to forsake all my plans and just be with you. How much that inferno of desire frightened me.” Solas drew her closer, their noses almost touching. “The scent of your hair, the warmth of your skin, the curve of your body, it all threatened to undo me. Undo everything I had worked countless years towards.”

“Do you still think of us as ill-considered and impulsive?” Lavellan had to ask the question, even if she could see how deeply it affected him, the slight wince and tensing of his features.

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[cullenssweatyballsakk]

My happy ass writing fanfics knowing damn well I'm self inserting:

[amburuthings]

On Riptide act 3, an AO3 fic from @galadrieljones where we watch over Isene Lavellan as she scrambles through a painful decade in Solavellan hell.

Over the past ten years, Sene Lavellan, through her romantic pursuits and journeys post-Solas, her gritty fight for the south, deciding who she will become, finds herself forever in love with a ghost, yanked down by the riptide, Solas, hunting wolves through time and space, anguish and joy as she pursues him without end. Solas will come to learn that the only possible fate is the love they share.

[curioushappenstance]

Sketch of an alternate reality of my fic where Varric got to raise Isana.

I imagine in this reality, Bartrand forced varric to marry isana’s mother. I think he ends up being more present than Javarel does, which works out fine for everyone.

And without Javarel breathing down her neck, Isana turns out to be a yapper just like her father ❤️

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[ayamikasai]

Lalen Dragon Age tarot set for @enterthedreams 💕 for their DA fic 'God Touched'! I also added in a bonus character concept design :3

Thank you again for the opportunity to draw for you~

10/10 recommended read. It is so good! Literally got me waiting on new chapters!

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[strawbebbie-fields]

In Another World

Paring: Solas x Female Lavellan

Rating: E (Explicit)

Story Summary:

"You have a rare and marvelous spirit; in another world..."

"Why not this one?"

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Long ago, Fen’Harel’s mistakes lost him the only love he’d ever known.

Upon receiving an unlikely second chance, he’ll do whatever he can to save her.

Chapter 1: Birth

Preview: A corporeal form was a strange occurrence, one the spirit had never expected to be burdened with. Mythal watched him come to life on the cold ground, flesh bare to her. The benevolent spirit, now a regal woman, towered over a heap of tangled limbs.

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[liberaquantobasta]

The blinding white light fades as their feet touch the ground, revealing a place Solas knows only too well. But he barely notices. His mind is still unravelling, struggling to make sense of the events that have just unfolded.

"It's... it's over." He puts a hand to his chest as if searching for the beat of his heart. He lowers his gaze to watch it rise and fall slowly, following the rhythm of his breath. His eyes are confused, disbelieving. "It's over." he repeats.

Ainur'Len nods slowly, just once. She stands in front of him. She takes his hand in hers and lays it gently, carefully, on her heart. Solas shudders as he feels the sound through his skin, the sweet music that is the soul of the woman he loves.

"Can you feel it?" she asks him, smiling and searching for his gaze. The wolf returns to reality, and when his eyes meet Ainur'Len's, he notices that her lashes are trembling, perhaps from the effort of holding back tears. To be strong for him. For them. "Do you feel it, Vhenan? You are no longer alone."

He looks at her, listening to her heartbeat. The tears that moisten her eyes brighten her irises, bringing out the lighter tones and making them vibrate, alive, trembling, dancing before him. These eyes are embedded in a face of peculiar beauty, deep, unique, whose skin is marked by a few more lines, by time and character, by the expressions of love, pain, happiness and wonder that have wrinkled it over the years. The ones he missed, the ones he never saw. He wasn't there to witness the birth of that little wrinkle under her right eye. He wasn't there when a tiny furrow appeared in the middle of her forehead, imperceptible at first but now so evident by the way her eyebrows arch. The new scar on her chin, he wonders how she got it.

Instinctively, he lifts his free hand and lets his fingers trace those new marks as if he wanted to know them better. He doesn't even notice that his lips are curled into the same smile on her face, a fragile, unstable, but sincere smile. He doesn't notice that his forehead is furrowed, just like Ainur'Len's, his eyebrows tremble at the same beat, and his eyes are wet, vivid, just like hers.

"You're not alone anymore," she repeats, her voice cracking with the sentiments, and Solas's smile falters, bending but not breaking. He nods repeatedly, quickly, desperately, as he lowers his head onto hers, and a broken breath escapes his lips, sounding like a laugh and a sob at the same time. He rests his forehead on hers and never stops looking into her eyes. He wants to answer, but he can no longer speak, the lump in his throat tightening.

"Ar lasa mala revas."

And then, they let it go. All of it. Together. They tremble, neither knowing which of them started first. Solas pulls her to him, ignoring the pain from his wounds. All he needs now is to hold her and never let her go. Ainur'Len wraps her arms around his back and clings to him. Their bodies shudder with sobs, crying, weeping against each other's skin, releasing every last drop of adrenaline, embracing the wave of relief that hits them full force, growing, expanding in their souls, exploding, and it is almost unbearable. Unstoppable. Uncontrollable.

"Ir abelas..." the words slip from Solas' lips in sobs, one syllable at a time. In response, she holds him tighter, and he feels a stabbing pain in his side, but he ignores it. "Ir abelas." he repeats, and this time he feels her shake her head against him. She knows. She knows he is apologising for everything. For getting close to her, for falling in love with her. For making her suffer, for rejecting her more times than her heart could bear. For causing pain, suffering, to himself, to the whole world; for bringing the blight, for leaving the fade, for creating the veil and not being able to fix it all. For abandoning her. For not being there when her soul needed comfort. For dragging her down with him into that terrible place, condemning her to a fate of loneliness and suffering.

She shakes her head and whispers only a "no," "ma me lava halani." He wonders how he has ever helped her, but he believes her. He trusts those words, and he cries, he weeps because he finally has her in his arms. He never wants to let her go.

Just as he will not let her fall. Her legs tremble and give way, but he holds her upright. He supports her with his arms as she sobs a little louder and leans against him, loosening her grip. She takes refuge in his chest, body and soul. He embraces her, tight, reassuring, safe. This is home. Wherever they are, they are home at last.

They stay like this for a long time; no one knows how long. Time here flows differently. They remain embraced until their bodies settle, exhausted, and their eyes dry. Solas feels his body burn. Now that his emotions have settled, he can feel the pain of the wounds pulsing beneath his armour. He stifles a groan as he slowly pulls away from her. Their eyes are bloodshot, their cheeks flushed, their noses reddened, but they look at each other, and all they can do is smile.

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[faded-mage]

Isathe Lavellan & Solas Curiosity & Wisdom Forgotten One & Elven God

The Theory of Being @ AO3

[inkedfictionista]

A little snippet of a WIP

[vir-bellanaris]

Uttering the battle cry of her people, Lavellan launched herself toward the sundering goliath of rock and fractured spirit.

Solas shouted a surprised curse, making a gesture and covering her body in a magical barrier right before she impacted.

He transformed into wolf-form and leapt into the fray, taking advantage of the opening Lavellan had created.

His jaws clenched around the semblance of a brittle neck, cracking it like dry grass under a boot.

Shards of lyrium shattered icelike from the massive creature’s form, pulsing veins of red oozed magma blood which ran in rivulets down its distorted and crumbling body.

The Dread Wolf paced between it and where Lavellan stood recovering.

She braced hands on knees, catching her breath.  Solas’ magic had protected her from the brunt of the blows, shielding her from the massive clublike hands.

It was a sentient construct of twisting shadow and pulsing blue lyrium, that much she knew.  Lavellan could also ascertain it was tied to the unrest of the Titans somehow and had sensed their presence enter the Fade, particularly that of Solas.

She gathered herself, walking to where the great wolf stood gazing at the smoldering heap.

She reached out tentatively at first, her fingers pushing through black smoking energy roiling off him.  

Her hand found his flank, the tough hide surprisingly sensitive as it twitched at the touch.  The Dread Wolf’s head turned from its vigil, three glowing blue eyes shone upon her, the milky pupils moving individually until they rested upon her face.  

The snarl twisting the canine mouth eased, the glint of his long fangs disappeared.

Lavellan stepped forward, running her hand up his body like a guide, her eyes never wavering from his.  

When she was inches from his snout she smiled, his presence filling her with a sense of comfort rather than that of mortal dread.  

She moved her mechanical hand up, reaching the palm of it towards the large wolven nose, the green flaring of the anchor sputtering once up her shoulder and neck.

Only when she hesitated, a hair’s breadth from the long nose, did his many eyes close and he pushed gently into her palm.

“Solas.” A low murmur left her, awe and love welling pools of emotion in her eyes.

Cyan light shimmered around his form which twisted and shrunk until it was his cheek that her palm cupped, his familiar smile her thumb traced.

A slow grin spread across Lavellan’s face. “Just like old times, huh?  With some added dramatics.”

Solas shook his head, fond but stern. “If by that you mean throwing yourself bodily at the enemy, then yes.”

“I’m efficient.”  Her smile didn’t fade.  She felt his fingers caressing gently along her chin and under her bottom lip.

“You’re reckless.”

“Same thing most of the time.”

“Vhenan.”

She mimicked his exasperated tone. “Solas.”

He kissed her, rubbing his nose against hers, allowing himself a moment to really taste her and feel her breath on his tongue.

When he pulled back, Lavellan felt slightly dazed. “Besides, I have you.”

He stared down at her, his lips twitching at the winded expression on her face. “You do have me.”  He conceded with a soft sigh.  “Better still, I have you.”

A faint glimmering caught Lavellan’s attention, her face turning as she squinted in the direction of the crumbled titanesque body.

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[royaielfroot]

"(...) he's also a man alone; he's been on the road for a very long time, and it wears on him."

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[nyx-nacks]

“I want—” he began, reaching for her.

Glass shattered as a bottle hit the floor. Anala gasped, turning to see what had fallen.

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Inquisitor Trevelyan and Commander Cullen find out just how sturdy his desk really is.