#dad solas fic

[teamdilf]

We’re all talking about Papae Solas, right? ‘Cause it’s inspired me to write about Iris and Solas’ first six months as parents. 💜

Soon, he lets Iris go, allowing her to lean on him while he guides their child out, feeling nothing but duty to his family until he’s holding a wet, squalling infant in his arms. The child has a mess of black hair and their eyes are a soft lavender - lighter than Iris’, though she told him that eyes change in the first months of an infant’s life.

“Solas,” Iris pulls him from his thoughts, her voice tinged with exhaustion and amusement both, “do we have a son or a daughter?”

[moonlightheretic]

Eluding the Dread Wolf full WIP

The Dread Wolf comes in many guises, some humble, others noble, a messenger cloaked within an offer of solution. But today, he was just another man trudging through the waste-lined streets of the famished and weary. Starkhaven’s undercity bore no fruits of exclusivity, it was not unique to any other impoverished slum wallowing in the pits of uncertainty. People starved, people sickened, people died. It was only notable in its overwhelming proclamation, red chantry banners displayed hollow hope, an escape from destitution through prayer.  Planted upon every windowsill and exposed beam. A smothering of Chantry propaganda did nothing to inspire the hungry, in fact it would only lead to their resentment. Divinations of Andraste could only offer empty words to fill empty bellies. Underneath their banners, crowds of ailing youth squabbled over crumbs, the elderly knelt with hands cupped to the sky in a silent plead, and others wasted upon the cobblestones with burlaps sacks covering those that perished. The rats were well fed, as well as the scavengers of the skies, for they merely had to wait. Salvation was a phantom; everyone spoke of it, but no one could see it.

A man so thin, he shrunk into his own bones; darted from the depths of unknown alleys. He stalked Solas akin to a crab, joints deteriorated to a sickening degree. He hastened onto his cloak, fingers gripping, mouth gaping, revealing a black cavernous cavity with only two teeth. “Did you count the stars?! Do you know what they say?” Solas halted his pursuit, regarding the man with measured sympathy. Eyes scanning over every inch of him warily, he resembled a wilting flower more than a man, more than an elf. His spirit flared within the constraints of decaying flesh and Solas clenched his eyes shut and turned away. “No, you must listen! The end is coming! I counted 18! 18 stars!” Solas strode away, leaving the man to languish in his departing shadow. “They are all coming down! All of them! Every nation will burn!”

It takes a fool to speak the truth.

His memory would join the stains on his conscience if he failed. Another toils in the aftermath, another perched on the doors of death, another bound in chains. All because of his mistake.  The cloaked figure rounded a corner, and his feet led him to his destination.

The exterior of the building spoke of theft, the cold tethered by threadbare blankets maneuvered onto glassless windows. A donation box lay in a shattered heap in the shadow of the Chantry orphanage. And yet, this crumbling edifice still held onto a bastion of compassion others sought to destroy. Solas found himself hesitating outside its decrepit door. A torn sign warned intruders to disarm themselves in sight of the holy Maker. A warning with the weight of a slice of parchment. Solas’s hand reached inside the pocket of his cloak. He produced a rolled-up scroll and unfurled it. Two familiar eyes stared back. He grimaced, did he dare hope? Again? Or like the other false alarms, was this just another case of mistaken identity? A scant few of his agents had been granted the privilege to see Dal’nim’s face. A mistake he only now regretted. As it made searching for her ever more difficult.

In that regard, he had been too careful. Attempting to prevent a kidnapping from a lion hidden amongst the sheep. All he could do was resign her likeness to paper, a drawing that could one day lead her home. He had been thorough. Drawing her likeness across all emotions, across all expressions. Obsessive illustrations of each smile and frown, surely there could be no more mistakes by his agents. They would know her, as he did. There could be no room for doubt. Solas gathered himself and his fingers conformed around the iron door knocker. Could he handle another disappointment? He could kill a man in less than a fraction of second, but he toiled to reclaim his own offspring in a narrow-minded world of his own make.

The door opened slowly, tediously, it groaned and whined in pitiful protest, a declaration of its age. An aging woman with eyes the color of brimstone peaked from behind it. “Yes Ser. How can we help thee?”

Solas attempted a friendly smile despite his desperation, and switched his accent to Orlesian, “I am here to see the children, Madam. I trust my messenger alerted you in advance?”

“Ah! Of course! Many apologies! We have been expecting ye!” The door swung open, and Solas winced.

A rancid smell wafted through the doorway, heavily masked by incense, but pungent enough to wrinkle the corner of his nose. The gilded wooden interior portrayed the memory of wealth, its evident decay of rot and holes sung of reality. Abundance only remembered as a ghost. This chantry was abandoned by the order, and subsequently, any that came in need of it. Another drop in a depraved ocean. The old woman adjusted her habit anxiously regarding Solas’s silence, “This way, Ser.” She guided him down a creaking hallway. Solas maintained a suitable distance, scanning the various painted doors cracked open with little cautious eyes blinking back. The woman stopped abruptly and spun to face him with her hands clasped. “Ser, before I take you to the children you seek, I must request of you one thing.”

Solas swallowed his impatience roughly, again he forced out a smile, “What is it, Madam?”

“When hopeful parents come to our doors in search of a child to bring home, we have them pray at the altar of Andraste, to convene with the Maker, in our small chapel. It is a long-standing tradition. The Maker will guide the right child into your heart.”  

“Certainly.” He restrained his curt tone as best as he could, but it was difficult when his words got caught behind gritted teeth.

“The Maker smiles upon ye!” She practically clapped. “Right this way!” She gestured to a sagging frame, supporting a door so small he needed to duck his head. “Take all the time ye need! May the Maker guide you!”

When the door shut behind him, Solas lowered his hood and observed this sanctum of human folly. It was a humble space, rotund in shape, only three benches stood between him and the altar of Andraste, carved from something distinct, ancient, blue marble. Gutted from the body of a Titan, no less, but they would never know. A golden plaque beneath sported the one responsible for such a rare and expensive gift, ‘For the desperate and the lost, may hope shine upon you. Sebastian Vale.’

The plaque alone could feed the entire street for weeks.

Solas approached the altar with measured strides, his cloak plumed at his ankles as his knees met the tile floor. There he knelt face to face with the Maker, Myth to Myth, God to God, one of pride and one of stone.

Only, he would never accept such defilement. There were no gods here, only misunderstandings that tracked over centuries. He was no more God than Man, just a spirit wrapped within the boundaries of flesh who committed too many sins.

He pressed his palm flat against the cold surface, and he measured each word as if they bore the weight of empires, ones that fell beneath his hand. “I am sorry. I will right this wrong and mend your connection. I make this vow---” But Solas realized that his words were meaningless, just hollow vessels meant to soak up his guilt. Grand statements would change nothing. He rose to his feet, pulled up his hood and shifted to the doorway; it was time to end this charade. He found the Chantry sister on the other side, she yelped in surprise, “I see the Maker spoke quickly!”

But Solas did not reply as he closed the door behind him.

“Well, Ser. Now that is settled, you should have no issue locating the right child.” She beamed warmly, cupping his wrist with her wrinkled hands. Solas glanced down at her frail wrists and then back up to her face, she promptly removed them and backed away. “See to it.” He whispered coldly, all forged friendliness expired.

“At once, Ser.”

He followed her deeper, pursuing her hasty shadow into a descending stairway. “It is a blessing, truly. We had a group of them land at our doors last week.” She pratted relentlessly, attempting to make conversation, her words bouncing off the stone packed walls. “Most unfortunate souls. Their alienage burnt to a crisp. Their parents died in their efforts to put out the fires.”

But Solas knew this already and as his foot smacked against the basement floor, he became aware of the segregation inflicted upon these children.

“Makers blessings upon ye for wanting an elven child. More often they are passed over. Forced to remain here until they are old enough to fend for themselves. A blessing that many choose a place in the Chantry.”

Because there would be no other choice. But Solas did not speak this thought aloud. He assessed the dank surroundings with trepidation. If his daughter was here, then she now knew the horrors of her race juxtaposed against a deleterious supremacy. The Chantry couldn’t even afford her a glimpse of sunlight, they barred them into darkness, only four candles placed in the corners provided any light. Thirteen cots assembled into a circle were framed by tiny shapes. The shape of their ears deprived them of ambiguity, of basic dignity, of any kindness. The Sister took account of his tight-lipped expression and paled. “We had no other room---”

Solas strode ahead of her before she could finish.

He inspected their dirt-stained faces one by one, using his cloak of gold-threaded velvet to free their cheeks of caked in mud. Each face bloomed with the potential of someone familiar. He bore into them, all of them recognizable for they had seen depravity, and the worst humanity had to offer. Their expressions were common for Elven children such as they, empty eyes and chattering teeth, and the longer he spent looking for his child, the longer these children suffered. The veil couldn’t come down any faster. A trembled breath escaped his lips, and he swept over them a second time.

Their eyes were mere appendages of their grief, vessels which displayed unimaginable horror and hopelessness. A fawn caught within the jaws of a wolf too afraid to scream. Solas found himself drowning in them, until he forced himself to avert his gaze. She was not here, just as he feared, just as he hoped. For if he found her here in this condition, he might have burned this chantry to the ground.

“I ask ye to forgive them, not one has uttered a word since arriving here. But I assure ye, these are children without deformity. Our Healer has tended to them and can provide a full medical report.” She hovered over them, her palm soothing back their hair in a poor attempt at tidiness.

But water for a bath could not be spared? Again, he did not voice his frustration. Instead, he allowed himself to absorb the futility of their stations.

They were furnished with little else but a thread-bare blanket, a stale shard of bread and a cold mug of soup. Still, this was more than the most generous. A small kindness afforded to elven children, the lowest of the low. This detail gave him pause. Clearly, the orphanage was not well equipped to handle such a grand number of children thrust into its doors within a single day. He knew he judged them harshly. They clearly did their best with what they had. And their world would only get worse once his plan set in motion. Out here in human cities. The least he could do now was plant a seed of hope, and in the wrinkled hand of the chantry sister he pressed upon a sizable sum. They didn’t have much time left, but that didn’t mean they must endure it in misery. “I will take them all.”

She appeared alarmed, almost dropping the coin purse, "But ser, what could ye possibly want with thirteen? How many wives do ye have?"

Solas picked up the smallest, a babe aged no more than three and set him on his hip and took the small hand of an older boy into his. “I trust the sum is sufficient.”

He could see she took offence. “Why---Heavens--we do not sell children, Ser.” However, she did not release the gold in her hand.

Solas ignored her, eyes combing over the small and vulnerable, they watched him, curiosity growing, replacing their apathy and just possibly…hope. “Follow me,” He gently commanded, “We will go to a better place.”

Twelve eleven children followed Fen'Harel up the stairs hand in hand, many clutching to his cloak like a bride’s veil. All thirteen emerged from the orphanage and traversed shaded corridors and finally through the well-hidden Eluvian.  His cloak dissolved into his golden armor as he passed through the glass, and the children gasped and clapped with glee. He pulled his wolf pelt over his face and led them to the path of hope, his sanctuary.

[rosella-writes]

RO! GIVE ME CUDDLY SOLAS, RO! I mean, ehem, for today's prompt: Solas x literally anyone for "feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling" PLEASE?

@bluewren and @plisuu asked for this too! I decided to keep it platonic and make it Solas and Tulin, since I've wanted an excuse to write this for a while. 💚 Thank youuuuu. For @dadrunkwriting

Relationship: Solas & Tulin, father and son Rating: G Words: 648

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Papae’s voice sounds different in the Waking. 

Of course, now Tulin knew that this was his papae. Before, he had been the Walker, his teacher, the one who’d found him in the Fade and taught him to dream. Tulin had shown him how he’d learned to turn into a mouse, just like Kieran taught him, and he’d sounded just as proud then as he does now. 

Tulin yearns for Solas’s praise. He wants so badly to be near him, but is sure he has to earn it somehow — maybe if he brings an interesting fact he learned, or a new talent, or maybe even a newly-sprouted, rare plant from the garden. His heart still pounds with the knowledge of who he is, and why he’s here, and what he means to Mamae. He’s afraid he’ll do it wrong, whatever it is. 

But Papae seems to be able to tell, and smiles softly at Tulin when he tries to tell him a story Tulin knows Solas already knows. He puts out his hand, as if asking for a hug, but something in his eyes pulls him back. Tulin can tell, right now, that he’s being very careful. 

“Da’len,” he begins, “do you remember the time you showed me how you changed shape?”

Tulin nods and sets aside a tomato sprout in its little cup. It rests just fine on the table in the rotunda — the room Mamae had shut up years ago, only to open it when Papae came back. “I can do it again! It’s easier now. Not as easy as when I’m dreaming but yeah!”

“Do you remember when I held you in my pocket?”

Tulin does. He smiles at the remembrance of how warm and safe he’d felt there. 

Papae sits on the old chaise against the wall, and he crosses one leg over the other and clasps his hands over his knee. His eyes seem old and kind when he nods and says, “Will you show me again? And may I read to you a while in that shape?”

Air whooshes out of Tulin’s lungs. “Oh. Oh yes, that’s okay.”

He’s afraid to show how much he wants that. He doesn’t want to seem too eager, or in too much of a hurry — but he’s never turned so quickly into a mouse before in his life. His fingers itch with the speed with which the magic overtakes them, and the sudden sense of smell almost knocks him dizzy. But before he can orient himself with his new surroundings, a large hand plucks him up from the ground. 

“Incredible, da’len,” Solas hums. “I have not seen such a rapid change since… well, you performed that so naturally I would have thought you had always had the gift.”

The world spins as Solas leans back, and when he’s released, Tulin realises he’s been set upon Papae’s worn-out sweater. Papae’s leaning back in the chaise now, a book in his hands and resting against his belly. Tulin is thrumming with pride, and doesn’t feel so sheepish anymore, so he trots up the length of Papae’s chest and settles under his chin. 

This is nice, he decides as he curls up in the warm curve of Solas’s collar. Not the same as in the dream, but nice. 

Papae keeps his voice low and quiet when he begins to read, as if he’s aware of how sensitive Tulin’s ears are in this shape. His narration of his book is a low rumble, one that Tulin can feel through his whole entire body. He can’t help how sleepy it makes him, even as he tries so so hard to stay awake — he feels safe here, lulled by the vibration of his papae’s voice and the warmth of his shirt and the soft, familiar smell of paper and green, growing things. 

Yes, Papae’s voice sounds different here. But it’s nice. Still nice.

[senseandaccountability]

I know he gets overshadowed by the other guys in this game as far as marketing and fan service and tropes go, but Davrin is A+. Best male romance in fucking forever, so glad he was the first romance path I traveled. 10/10 would do it again. (Will do it again.) He gives insightful, solid commentary on things, has good banter, some believable issues and a lot of shit together. His romance is fun and hot and he flirts well, which is a treasure indeed. He had such sexy vibes with my first Rook that I had to make another short, fat elf for him to lust after. As a mother, I will also say that in the battle for best dad, he wins, hands down. He's nurturing and mature and he questions old ideals. Davrin, the man that you are.

It really got to me that he reminds Rook several times during the final battles that hey, we've got a future to plan. Because they do. The road less traveled led them there, after all. In my headcanon and probably fic, Davrin and Rook populate a recovering Arlathan forest with griffons, stray cats and orphans, help the elves rebuild and settle all over the fucking place and offer hope for the future and from the Fade, Lavellan and Solas watch over them because they’re the People now. 

[cybershock24601]

Got so many fic ideas I'm already stewing on but now I can't stop thinking about a Mercar Rook is actually the Inquisitor au because I think it would be funny if the Inquisitor and the Black Divine were part of the same secret society and engaged in a very dedicated game of I know You Know I know about their respective identities, and also wanting to explore what a kidquisitor might be like when they grow up and the drama that would come from a kid that latched on hard on to Solas when they were young only to get mega betrayed by him when they find out first that he was lying the whole time and was the one who caused the Breach in the first place and then in Trespasser when Solas reveals his plan and the consequences which would include getting Rook killed. Like how is Rook supposed to react when (one of) their dads is like, what I'm doing is probably going to kill you which is sad but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.

In this case Rook is determined to absolutely destroy Solas because saying something like that to someone who's probably like a teenager at most is going to get them to paint you as a monster and be willing to do absolutely anything and everything to stop you. Also probably give Rook major trust issues on top of all the Inquisition PTSD

Their fade meetings in Veilguard are Solas trying to slip back into the wise mentor role he had while in the Inquisition where he shaped a lot of the Inquisitor's decisions but its not working anymore because Rook is older and wiser and not going to fall for his bullshit anymore. And just when Solas starts to earn back Rook's trust he does the Regret Prison switcheroo and now Rook is betrayed by Solas 2 Electric Boogaloo and finds out what he did to Varric and then how he used his memory to manipulate Rook.

IDK I just want to extend the co parenting divorce drama between Solas and Varric with both kids picking Varric

Side note, Rook is called Mercar because that's the fake identity Dorian helped them craft when they decided to go visit Dorian in Tevinter and realized he was starting the Shadow Dragons and wanted In. Dorian is like Dad no 3 after Solas and Varric because he and Rook had some major trauma bonding during their time travel adventure

[deputyrook]

Something something Rook gets pregnant with old god baby Elgar’nan (yk, like Kieran). This isn’t even a horny thought, I just want to see how that would play out. Maybe it’s part of the bad ending, so solas is stuck with Elgar’baby forever. 200k word fic about nature vs nurture and healing generational trauma through reluctantly raising your formerly evil step-dad when?

Oh, this would be so fascinating! For Rook to be the parent to a child that holds the spirit of something which was once unfathomably evil, that demanded control and subservience and had slaves… that’s a really interesting concept!

I would read the hell out of that fic. I think for it to have longevity, you would need some kind of non-canon end where Solas and Rook both survive outside of the Fade Prison (Veil comes down l, perhaps? 🤔)

[starlightmeissa]

out of curiosity, do you have any notes on your discontinued stories?

i don't! pretty much all of my discontinued fics were done prior to me using outlines, so what you see on ao3 is literally all i wrote for the fic. that's why they're all discontinued! i didn't think about those fics much outside of the current chapter i was working on, which made it harder to return to them when my interest waned.

all of my currently active fics have outlines and hefty notes sections, especially in regards to cheek to the wall and fluffy clouds. thats part of how i know i won't drop those fics, bc i just have so much stuff to look at if i need inspo in the future.

BUT! i can give a rough synopsis of thoughts i vaguely had for a few of my discontinued fics. whether or not i remember everything is up to fate though. also disclaimer that i wrote Every Single One of these fics while i was still in high school/same year i graduated so i include my feelings on how i would write them differently now that im like. an adult.

magneto:

(this is probably why you're asking, most people only really want to hear about magneto when they ask about my discontinued stuff. so i'll put magneto first!)

kenzo was going to enter a confrontation with her father and utterly destroy him. he would have said he's proud of her when she almost kills him.

all for one would have tried to take kenzo's quirk

in the future kenzo would have been one of the top ten heroes, maybe not first but very close.

really not much to say. the only future thoughts i had were literally having kenzo beat the shit out of her dad with his own baseball bat and with her own hands

something something daddy issues something something you're just like your father and it makes you want to rip yourself open and take every part of him out of you

feinting on your blind side:

jane would have lived happily ever after with bull. no sadness. honestly i consider my au of the chargers dying to be my internal canon, if only because it's actually finished. in a case where the chargers Don't Die, jane is just there along for the ride

really not sure if i love the age gap i wrote for these two. probably would have made her older now, even if part of their dynamic was jane's fear and inexperience with the world around her, that doesn't require her to be 21-23(? i don't remember)

characterization wise i don't think it's correct to assume bull would enter a serious relationship with someone younger than dorian. i think hook ups are different, but the sheer level of inexperience jane has would probably make him push her towards people closer to her age, like krem. for sure he could be fond of her, but he is old enough to be her father. like. her proper, normally aged father.

solas dynamic was crazy in this fic i literally think jane's anxiety about him gave me major anxiety while writing. i don't think i understood dai's companions as well when i wrote the fic, but i do think if i wrote it now i would flesh out solas and jane's dynamic much more.

also side note jane should not have gotten away with smart mouthing vivienne in this fic idk what i was on. i love you vivienne but you have never suffered fools and worse suffered a SERVANT talking back to your face and saying the circles are evil

one of the few justified moments of jane's anxiety was fearing viv's retribution cause girl i would be scared too

artists and dragons:

tera was being influenced by hermeus mora. her insatiable pursuit for knowledge was for his benefit

i wish i had written her as older, because i felt like there was the chance for a more interesting dynamic with brynjolf. i think i was just too young when i was writing artists and dragons to consider more serious topics like sexual relationships and SA (both very lightly touched on in fic due to their sensitive nature and my being a teenager with no idea how to even approach that)

honestly there is a non-zero chance i rewrite this fic with an older tera and more outlining in the future, because i still like the concept. my skill level has increased and i dislike the fast pacing of the fic. (ie tera and her companions all sharing a bed after knowing each other a month max in fic. so weird. it had been 5 months of writing so it had felt longer to me)

brynjolf would have figured out tera was under daedric influence after becoming a nightingale, due to a inherent Sense for when someone else is a daedric worshiper etc etc

the dragonborn would have used tera's information to find information she otherwise wouldn't have had access to

les etrangers:

reavv and i discontinued it because the scope was too wide and Every SIOC We Wrote was based on a real person we knew

which really complicated being able to develop those characters and feel comfortable with killing any of them off etc

the company would have supported a revolution in Orlais, maybe a reinstatement of the Dales. general revolutionary thoughts, general mayhem.

love this fic because it got me and reavv to become friends and realize our writing style's meshed very well.

qui vivra vera:

maria would have won her games at great personal loss. the entire 11-12 alliance would have maintained itself as long as it could. 12's boy would die first, then 11's girl, then at the end of the game it would have been 11's boy and maria.

11's boy would be injured critically and maria would have held him until he died.

maria probably would have had a kill count of 3(?), all careers. augustus (the original winner of the games) would have died by her hands. really impressive considering he is jacked as shit

maria would become the youngest winner ever, swiftly dethroning finnick after like 2 years(?) of him breaking the last record (jesus why did i write her like that thats so fucking horrifying)

you can imagine how poorly that goes for her in extremely unsavory ways. due to her willingness to offer herself to save a stranger she didn't know very well it would be very easy for president snow to keep her in line.

this fic would have been much darker in tone if i wrote it now and much less obnoxious about underage drinking. i was in highschool when i wrote it and had never drank or been drunk before, as you can probably tell.

the dumpster fire situation:

genuinely have no idea where i was going with this one. i was a junior in high school and just depressed tony stark died

came home crying in the car like "I CANNOT ALLOW THIS" and then started a fic so early in the timeline it was literally impossible to get where i wanted to be

i decided to give jay access to her phone so she could get social media fame from the ordeal (losing literally her whole family and being stuck in a warzone) and also because i was fascinated by how people would react to a person who is like. earnestly saying they are in the mcu-verse and no this isn't cgi. im serious. its bad guys can someone send me a link to the wiki

extremely funny idea i don't know if id rewrite it, but by god imagine a tiktok live and it's just a fucking dusty teenager swearing on her life she's just experienced the battle of new york

no real plans for this fic. i think she was going to get herself access to tony but i have no idea how. they dont really let random teenagers have access to tony stark billionaire playboy philanthropist. actually it would be really fucking weird if tony agreed to meet this random teenage girl without like Viable Proof she needs his help for saving the world reasons. and even then she may just end up dealing with sheild instead.

AND THATS ALL! i have other discontinued dragon age fics, but those are all short. if you care about those just comment and i'll talk about them. but other than that, thanks for the ask!

[phoenixyfriend]

marriage of convenience and hair brushing/braiding for rexwalker, if you feel up to it?

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

This ask meme is from over a year ago. Please don't send new prompts.

52. Marriage of Convenience 94. Hair Brushing/Braiding 

Is it bad that my first thought is actually inspired by the Ob*kin fic Their fragrance came from you? There's a whole thing about Tatooine marriage braids that my mind immediately jumps to lmao

I think... let's say modern AU. Anakin is a single dad, has been for a few years. Padme died in childbirth, and while her will was made out in favor of Anakin and the kids, the executor of her will was her lawyer-mentor, Palpatine, who couldn't touch the trust funds set up for the twins (which are very large, and will become available when they turn 25, but can only be accessed for education costs before then), but did manage to somehow take almost all the liquid assets left for Anakin in bogus fees.

Anakin's still got the house, but as time passes, he's having more and more trouble with paying the property taxes. He's still managing, but the money Padme left for him is slowly dwindling, and the kids are going to start costing more as they get older, and he's already got Ahsoka living with him (she helps out with the kids so he can work, coding from home, since he's paying for her college tuition; she doesn't have to pay rent since she's a commuter student, and she's got a partial scholarship, but that's still a few thousand a year coming out of Anakin's pocket to put his little sister through underrad). Obi-Wan offered to help, but Obi-Wan lives on the other side of town and even tenured professors don't earn that much, compared to Coruscant's standard cost of living, especially since Obi-Wan adopted recently, a little girl called Reva, and--

Anakin's struggling financially, basically, which isn't a new circumstance, but he really doesn't want to lose Padme's house. Worst comes to worst, he can probably sell it back to Sola so it stays in the Naberrie family, and she'll let him keep living there, but... that's not a sure bet. The Naberries are comfortably wealthy, but it's still an entire house.

Rex, a college friend of Anakin's that went to the same aerospace program, comes back to town. He was on a military tour overseas, but got honorably discharged due to a head injury. Anakin offers to let hm sleep in the guest room, since Padme's house (it's still Padme's, in Anakin's mind), is a lot bigger than Cody's apartment, even if there are toddlers at large. Rex initially promises that he'll only stay long enough to find an apartment of his own, except he overhears Anakin on the phone with Obi-Wan about the finance stuff one day, and reaches out to a few people who have been in town more consistently for a better idea of what's going on without getting too deep into Anakin's business.

Rex manages to get a job locally; there's an airfield for hobbyists a few miles out of town, and the place is looking to hire a new engineer on staff to do repairs and checks on the small planes they keep on site. He starts making noises about moving out, and then, 'subtly,' suggests he just stay at Anakin's place and pay rent.

Anakin does not like the idea of Rex paying rent; friends don't do that! Anakin isn't going to make Rex pay rent in Anakin's home.

They don't talk about it for a few days, and then there's... IDK a night 'off,' where Obi-Wan or Sola or Aayla or Beru takes the twins for an evening, and Ahsoka goes out with friends, so Anakin can take some time off from being a Dad and just Relax.

He and Rex break out the wine, get tipsy not truly drunk, and Rex pokes at the 'just stay here' option again. The house is closer to the airfield than most apartments, and Rex can help take some of the weight off of Anakin and Ahsoka's shoulders with regards to childcare! Even if Anakin won't accept him paying rent!

Anakin argues this. Anakin's kids aren't Rex's responsibility, and Anakin doesn't need his charity (which is, of course, how he views Rex's suggestion). They go back and forth on the topic a few times, and then Rex throws out something about getting married 'for lower taxes' and 'it's not rent if it's my house too, right?' and it's. It's a joke.

Except they're both still thinking about it the next morning, with faint (but not faint enough) memories of a tipsy kiss before bed, and--

Months pass with the two of them circling around each other and Rex never quite moves out, and tax season rolls around, and Anakin is stretched so thin, even with all the cuts for children and covering a dependent's tuition and so on.

Rex quietly floats the idea of a convenience marriage again. It doesn't have to mean anything, if Anakin doesn't want it to. It's not an insult to Padme's memory, just a way of keeping her children in the house she chose for them. And it's not charity, because Rex will get tax cuts too, and better health insurance once Anakin can put him on the family plan he's got. It won't do anything for this year, but by the time the next year rolls around, Anakin will have less of a problem paying those taxes, even if that promotion he's been hoping for doesn't come through.

Anakin, eventually, agrees.

Just four months later, they tie the knot. It's a small ceremony, more than just a courthouse and a paper, just to... well, Anakin wants Rex to have this. Leia and Luke don't entirely understand what's going on, but Ahsoka told them that it means Rex is going to be staying for a lot longer than they originally planned, and they're pretty excited about that part. They're four, and 'Daddy's friend that we like a lot is staying' is pretty clear.

They don't have a 'traditional' wedding night, because they're still both looking at this as a platonic thing (it won't stay that way, but it still is for now). They do share a bed, because someone is sleeping in their guest room (IDK who, maybe a guest was too drunk post-wedding to get home and they just offered the room). Anakin's hair is long enough for an evening of people and, importantly, sticky toddler hands to have tangled it. He washes it out, comes to the bed, and looks so tired--because he had to wash the toddlers first--that Rex offers to brush it for him.

It's intimate. Gentlemanly, but intimate. They go to bed with warm cheeks and pounding hearts, and eventually, one of them rolls onto their side to cuddle.

Neither of them get much sleep that night.

[emmg]

Real quick: do you think Solas is a cat person??? I kinda see him as one. Like my cat fic (which will be longer…kinda a lot) shows him and a few other cats (who are not Bloom accidentally turned into a cat) and I see him as nice and actually liking them….or would he be a dog person? Or both?

….we all know he’s a wolf guy-

Omg i missed this. For real don’t hesitate to dm me if I don’t reply 😩

I really think he’s so cat dad coded 😂

I can see him walking around Skyhold with some scruffy little tabby following him, yapping about “what he saw in the Fade” while the cat’s just like, “Cool story, fuckhead, where’s my dinner?” Then, later, when he’s decorating the rotunda, the cat’s dipping its nasty little feet in his paint and stomping all over the floor. Instead of being mad, Solas calls it “collaborative art” and starts decorating the paw prints like the walking art-school dropout he is (i kid obvs i love his murals but i also love making fun of the egg)

Then Dorian shows up and is like, “Oh, you’ve completely lost your fucking mind.” Solas, being Solas, doubles down and hits him with some bullshit about “cats being revered in ancient Arlathan as symbols of independence and grace.” Dorian’s just like, “Yeah, and they were probably little shits back then too,” before storming off to get absolutely plastered because there’s not enough wine in Thedas to make Solas tolerable.

He likes dogs too, obviously. But a dog is not ideal at this point in time

Cats? Perfect. Low effort, don’t give a shit about him, and won’t blow his cover while he’s plotting Veil-related genocide. A dog, though? Some dumbass labrador would eat half his destroyed elven orb while he’s busy munching on misery cheese and halla jerky and crying about vhenan, and then he’d have to drag his sorry ass halfway across Thedas to find a vet who knows how to surgically remove ancient magical artifacts from a dog’s stomach. Yeah, fuck that.

Obligatory disclaimer that I own a half-lab and used to work in vet med, and labs were always the dumbasses eating shit they shouldn’t. Like, no offense to the breed, but they’ve got two brain cells, and both of them are dedicated to figuring out if they can eat whatever’s in front of them. Spoiler: they always try lmfao

[logicaldelta]

The Archival Compendium

A very basic masterlist for my writing pieces! Will be updated as I share more of my works here ^^

Updated 8/11/24

Obey Me! Shall We Date

Wilting Feathers - Fallen Angel Clink is experiencing her first wilting period after her fall from the Celestial Realm, but she's too embarrassed to explain to the demons why she's been missing out on meetings.

Final Fantasy VII

Prince Is Just A Title - Cloud Strife is the crown prince of the kingdom of Nibelheim. After being afflicted with health issues his entire life he's finally convinced his mother to bring him to an alliance meeting based in the kingdom of Gongaga. There he meets Sephiroth, a knight that makes him feel weird.

A Crown of Flowers Upon Your Head - Cloud is haunted by a spectre of the past in a moonlit garden.

DC Comics

Colour Bomb - Batfamily fluff fic

My Dad Doesn't Have Any Friends - Robin!Dick meets the Flash and Superman for the first time

Unexpected Acceptance - Trans Tim reflects on the differences in the way his birth parents and the Batfam treat him after he comes out

Red Vs Blue

WoF Crossover - Delta is a Seawing prince, reluctant to work with others. York is an overly friendly Sandwing assassin.

A Confusing Error - Addie and York are both terrified of Agent Florida, and their fear grows as he introduces them to a young woman that they assume is his daughter.

Cuddly York - Who knew York was so big on physical affection?

My Hero Academia

Laughter in the Cold Fog - Villain!Monoma AU. It's the first day of snowfall since Monoma joined the League of Villains, and Compress is glad to see the kids acting like kids, for once.

Gravity Falls

Lil Gideon - Clink teases Dipper regarding his dislike of Gideon (based right after the Pines first met the guy)

Original Writing

Duality of Gods - After coming to the godly realm you begin to learn more about the deities that reside there. Specifically about Enatras, the dark king, and you grow to care for him.

Misc

Love Is Me - a poem about being aromantic/asexual, and my thoughts on a very common phrase regarding love

Is Hate Enough? - a short piece based on a writing prompt, where an immortal god reflects, somewhat, on his falling out with his brother

Remember Those We've Lost (Final Space) - Charcoal is a Ventrexian rescued from a battlefield where she'd been left for dead. She doesn't realise that her squad left her there on purpose, or that she's been officially declared dead by her people.

Adjustments and Setbacks (Dragon Age) - Solas has been trying his best to help Siraye harness her magic, but each day brings with it new, troubling knowledge about her childhood that not even she seems to know.

[theharellan]

Get to know each other! FIRSTS AND FAVORITES!

Preferred name:  Tas Preferred pronouns: She/Her Favorite dinosaur: Triceratops What's the coolest rock you own or have seen: The one on my wedding ring (pink sapphire!)

What piece of media was your first experience with Dragon Age?: DA:O! I picked it off my dad's shelf back in 2012 a few months after DA2's release. What was your first Dragon Age game?: DA:O Which is your favorite DA game?: DA:I. It changed the nature of the world in a lot of fun ways and it has my favourite companions (beyond just Solas, although he is #1). What was your first DA book or comic?: The Masked Empire Which is your favorite DA book or comic?:  The Masked Empire. I admittedly haven't read many others, I have The Last Flight which I'm gonna make my way through. I also made it most of the way through Asunder. Who is your favorite DA character?: Solas What was your first ship? Romantic or platonic: Gorim x F!Aeducan What's your "forever" ship? Romantic or platonic: Solas x Iander Lavellan What is your favorite DA-verse creature?: Halla are cute.

What's the best advice you've ever gotten?: Fandom wise: do whatever you want forever. It doesn't matter if a fic like your idea has been written, no one will do it like you do.

Are you comfortable receiving feedback / asks from others as the event goes on and will request on certain days that other people reach out? What are your boundaries? If you're okay with asks/comments, are you okay with them from anyone or followers only?: I don't tend to like unsolicited sexual asks (if that'll even come up) even if it's directed ICly. Other than that, I can't think of anything.

Share a picture of something you're excited about/something that you love if you're comfortable doing so!

I won't post pics b/c spoilers, but I'm super excited to replay the Veilguard with model swaps so I can finally get a Solas/Ian kiss where they're not just kissing each other's foreheads.

Repost, don't reblog. Remember to tag your posts with #DARP Advent 2024 so people can find them later!

[binabees]

A little re-write for my step-dad Solas fic. I realized I could do better (normalize restarting your fics. Who’s gonna stop you?)

Will be posting frequently over the next month in anticipation for Veilguard. Enjoy!

[moonlightheretic]

Eluding The Dread Wolf

The Dread Wolf comes in many guises, some humble, others noble, a messenger cloaked within an offer of solution. But today, he was just another man trudging through the waste-lined streets of the famished and weary. Starkhaven’s undercity bore no fruits of exclusivity, it was not unique to any other impoverished town wallowing in the pits of uncertainty. People starved, people sickened, people died. It was only notable in its overwhelming proclamation, red chantry banners displayed hollow hope, an escape from destitution through prayer.  Planted upon every windowsill and exposed beam. A smothering of Chantry propaganda did nothing to inspire the hungry, in fact it would only lead to their resentment. Divinations of Andraste could only offer empty words to fill empty bellies.

The exterior of the building spoke of theft, the cold tethered by threadbare blankets maneuvered onto glassless windows. A donation box lay in a shattered heap in the shadow of the Chantry orphanage. And yet, this crumbling edifice still held onto a bastion of compassion others sought to destroy. Solas found himself hesitating outside its decrepit door. A torn sign warned intruders to disarm themselves in sight of the Holy Maker. A warning with the weight of a slice of parchment.

Solas’s hand reached inside the pocket of his cloak. He produced a rolled-up scroll and unfurled it. Two familiar charcoal eyes stared back. He grimaced, did he dare hope? Again? Or like the other false alarms, was this just another case of mistaken identity? He had been thorough. Drawing her likeness across all emotions, across all expressions. Obsessive illustrations of each smile and frown, surely there could be no more mistakes by his agents. They would know her, as he did. Solas gathered himself and his fingers conformed around the iron door knocker. Could he handle another disappointment? He could kill a man in less than a fraction of second, but he toiled to reclaim his own offspring in a narrow-minded world of his own make.

[musewrangler]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💞

Hey thank you Nonny! :D

Hmmm. Always a challenge to pic favorites. xD I shall do my best.

In no particular order:

Brothers In Arms--I remain very happy with all the relationships that developed in this story, both platonic and romantic. It was satisfying on a deep level to allow Max Veers and Firmus Piett to become friends when they were both at the Academy and see how their lives developed from there. Add in Max meeting his wife and Piett being his wingman, as well as two senior officer OCs I made that were hilarious and a shade of things to come for our heroes. This story naturally contains angst because it's me, but it's also very strong in depicting found family and what matters in life.

2. Rebellions Are Built On Hope---I have loved developing a father-daughter relationship between Leia and Piett in my main series--Empire Reimagined. In this AU I decided to go full bore and let Piett adopt Leia when she was eight. It changed SO MANY dynamics in interesting ways, not least of which was meeting Veers when the General was wounded and subsequently captured by Rebel Captain Piett at Hoth. At its core though---it was a wonderful time exploring how Dad coded our Admiral is and I loved doing that.

3. The War In The Shadows---I love WWII. I love Star Wars. So I put them together in this au. I was pleased with the feel of this story because I know the history well and I think I painted the era fairly accurately. By the time I wrote this, I'd also had a lot of time to develop my take on these Star Wars characters so I knew exactly how they would fit in the era. I enjoyed another chance to write Anakin as a good guy as well as develop the romance between Sola Naberrie and Firmus Piett in these circumstances.

[shrinkthisviolet]

Do you have any Star Wars fic recs (with or without OCs, canon or AU, any ship)?

I do!! My AO3 bookmarks are a good place to look, but I'll just hit a few of the highlights (my 10 favorites, though these fics are listed in no particular order):

dreamless nights by @ahsokryze is an amazing Anakin & Ahsoka fic 🥹 so soft and wonderful. Captures the big-brother/little-sister dynamic so so well

bound by the things we choose ‘verse by @nspx is so wonderful!! It tackles such relationships as Leia & Vader, Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, and Mara & Vader (love that third fic fr)

the skywalker palindrome by @cringewerewolf is the coolest take on time travel EVER 💞 the series page explains it better than I could, but I will say that it’s Anakin and Luke centric.

hendiadys for a dream by @ozvezdja is THE Anidala fic series of all time (especially now i want my letters white again)!! Like omg…bees, you GET IT!! You get them!! Sola’s POV for that first fic is INSPIRED 💞 I am OBSESSED, please go read this fic if you’re even lukewarm towards Anidala

Frozen in Time by @fanfictasia is some of the most heartwrenching Luke & Vader angst I’ve ever read (while also being short, which is an impressive feat). I just…Vader having visits with Luke supervised by Palpatine?? Luke being periodically frozen in carbonite?? THE TRAGEDY OF IT ALL

The Tatooine Cycle by @fialleril, because I’d be remiss to exclude them from a SW rec list—their fics are a must-read, their worldbuilding of Tatooine is absolutely amazing 💞

Misunderstandings by Livsy, which tackles Anakin’s oft-neglected (in fandom) slave background!

All The Right Reasons by bethagain is such a sweetly heartwrenching look at Luke & Ben (Solo, not Skywalker), how quickly Luke bonds with his nephew…and how he hesitates at first to train Ben because (“I can’t see through…how much I love him”) 🥺 I just. I can’t. I am MELTING, this is so emotional (and it was written pre-TLJ! A nice bonus for me, as someone who hates how their relationship was handled in that movie)

The King’s Gambit by @elli-incarnate…oh it’s a masterclass. The epitome of Sith Luke fics, and absolutely beautiful to read. Every sentence is written with so much care, Luke/Mara is written wonderfully, and I just…I love it so much. So, so very much 💞 it’s Legends-leaning, but tbh it can be enjoyed without knowing Legends

Enter the Foreign by Viari is for absolutely anyone who loves time-travel fics…especially ones featuring Anakin! You don’t need to be terribly familiar with Legends, though it helps (I’m somewhat familiar, but not totally, and this was accessible to me). The spin-off AUs are such a delight too (and an inspiration for me to write my own 😅), and it’s just so much fun and so clearly a labor of love, and such a sprawling, intricate AU. I can’t recommend it enough.

Adding an 11th because why not:

The Sun in the Storm by @basimibnishaqs is such an adorable Rey-is-Luke’s-daughter fic 🥹 she’s an adorable sweetheart, and Luke is her protective dad, what more could you want?? (Also OP has galaxy-brained takes about Rey & Luke so…you know. There’s that too)

[watermelonfaerie]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard SPOILERS AHEAD!

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All the cities and places in the south that are falling to the blight deeply upsets me.

My poor Inquisitor trying his fucking BEST with one fucking hand-

And he doesn't even have his *rift powers* anymore.

So he's just a mage who - meanwhile, he is still very talented - for once in his own shoes doesnt feel like the powerful leader he once was.

He feels like he is Just A Man. [*trumpets start playing- iykyk*]

A Dalish elf, the last of his clan, mourning a friend (Varric), trying to help Varric's 'kid'*

And his husband [Dorian Mother Fucking Pavus]**

Is in a direct line of perilous situations. The blighted dragons, his -Inky- own Gods proving to be very real, although not gods at all- and creating doomsday.

All at the hands of this Antivan Crow***

And his best friend. [Next to Josephine 💅]

His best friend, the Dread Wolf his people have warned him about all his life.

That he still believes in. That he wants to save.

He's saving Solas. Fen'harel. His best friend. His lethallin.

And then through his letters- I could feel it. He tries to remain optimistic but I KNOW he's not sleeping. I know hes pouring over text books- I know he's searching and scanning for answers and some sort of 'ah ha!' moment-

But cities are falling. People are dying. And for once, he's not the answer. The Inquisition isn't the answer. He is, unfortunately, so powerless in this, and he can't do anything here.

At first, I felt they made Inky feel incompetent. But honestly- he was just holding on to what he could.

Anyway, if anyone ever wants a fix about whatever the inquisitor has been doing during the events of DA:TV, im writing my fic, and I'll keep you posted.

*[ I called Varric my Dad through my whole canon self insert play through and was DEVISTATED at the reveal. You dont understand - between missions, I'd run to Varric's room. "Let's see what Dad's up to!" My friend who had played before me and was watching me play through it via discord? She was like one of the companions. She knew - and could only watch me delulu my way around]

**[ They never mention it in the game- but they definitely got married sometime during the stretch of those 10 years. I think they hyphenated their last names to still honor my Inquisitor's clan. Lavellan-Pavus is the name.]

*** [ my Rook was a de Riva. And the unsanitized version of the crows I know is troubling for my inky ong. Yet, when he met Rook, he's just like: you're literally just as scared as we all are." ]