#lavellan fic

[cosmiccrushes]

Kindness

Solavellan reunion (ish) fic || 1.1k

I originally meant for this to be a reunion fic but then oops got lost in Lavellan's head

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“Tell me, Solas,” she threw her voice like a dagger at his heart. “When you said it would be kinder in the long run, for whom did you mean?”

The elf slowly turned to face her where she stood in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back. His face, impassive. The first time she had looked upon him in eight years. She knew her own visage was splashed across Thedas. The Herald of Andraste. Perhaps he had stood before her image on occasion. Perhaps, he too, had imagined what this conversation might be like. She’d chewed over her first words to him like a piece of straw. Rolling them over her tongue late at night. Trying to decide if she liked the way they felt, the way they tasted.

Would she want to rage at him? Scream accusations, louder than clashing swords. Would she want to beg him to stop this? Plead with him that it wasn’t too late, that there could be another way. 

Var lath vir suledin. Would she want to repeat her words from their last parting? Praying to whatever gods would listen that his answer had changed, grown into something heartier than the broken stalk of an unbloomed promise. Eight years since Solas took her heart and her arm, leaving her with more than she could bear to carry some days. 

She would never admit it aloud to a single soul, but she ached for a truth she wasn’t sure she’d ever receive, couldn’t be sure even existed. But an absurd conviction had gripped her. Wrapped itself around her with bone-crushing strength. Solas hid himself in omissions and mysterious half-truths. She’d had endless moons to mull over that day when he’d spoken of a kindness in him leaving, in them going no further. She’d thought he’d meant only to protect her from some unknown future hurt. But then, unraveling his knot of riddles left behind, she’d understood that he was wary of being swayed away from his goals. That he feared what it might mean if he were to love, to belong here.

Did Solas resist giving her his heart for so long because it would be kinder to her when he eventually betrayed her? Or because it was kinder to himself? To not love so as to not lose when he ultimately chose to walk the same path he had always been on. The Din'anshiral. A path of death and destruction. A path so far diverged from the one they could have walked together- dreaming, imagining, fighting side by side for a different world. 

The thoughts that kept her lying awake at night weren’t for her own heartbreak. They weren’t even for the fate of the Veil. They were for Solas. Vhenan on his lips and his lips on hers, even as he walked away. The Dread Wolf had fallen in love. Knowing it would be kinder to them both if he had not. Knowing what it would cost him to love her and still maintain that it wasn’t enough to change anything. For Solas to not believe that their love was strong enough to hold the burden he carried together? That wasn’t just heartbreaking, that was centuries of tragedy endlessly unfolding itself. 

Millenia Fen’Harel had spent with his grief, his remorse, his pride. She resolved that when she saw him again, she would demand that he face what loving her meant. Perhaps she was also too prideful for her own good. But how could he think that their love enduring was so easily dismissed into a whisper of a wish instead of a cacophonous certainty? He who has been enduring for centuries. He who has lost, failed and endured over and over again. If anyone understood what it meant to endure, it was the Dread Wolf. 

No, Solas did not let things go. He had not let her go when he’d claimed it would be kinder if he did. He had not let her go when his last words had been a vow that he would always remember her.

Solas. Fen’Harel. The Dread Wolf. They did not let go, they endured.

Which meant his words were empty. Spoken to stop her, but changing nothing. A final attempt at kindness, perhaps, to end things with her there. But it had not been kind to her and it had only been a ghost of kindness to him. Allowing him more sharp edges to shatter himself against so he could become the broken parts he thought he had to be to keep moving forward. 

She refused to let him fracture himself into these easily contained pieces. The piece that loved her. The piece that made friends at Skyhold. The piece that thought he knew what was best for the world. The piece that, if even for a moment, had contemplated what it meant that she was real, that this world was real. 

All these pieces, impossible to fit together into the shape of what Solas thought needed to exist. Had he thought he could carve her out of him? The wolf that watched her from afar as she dreamed told her differently. He had not been kind to either of them, no. But she couldn’t help the sadness in her heart at the thought that he had been more than unkind to himself. He had been cruel- and called it kindness. And then the anger had come to her. He had been unaccountable. He had made decisions for them both and then fled, hidden himself away to avoid her reckoning. To avoid the mirror she could hold up against him to reflect the possibilities he was determined to ignore.       

He wanted to tear down the Veil, doom them all? He wanted to restore what he had destroyed, no matter the cost? Fine. So be it. But he would have to do it while looking into her eyes and enduring her. Enduring that he had not acted with kindness and that she had never asked him to.  

He could go right ahead and try to remake this world as he saw fit. But she would make damn sure he had to face all the pieces of himself to do it. It was her turn to be unkind in the name of love. This was the long run he’d spoken of, where it would’ve been kinder if he’d let go. But he hadn’t and she wouldn’t. She would make him face the omissions and half-truths he told himself. She would make him solve his own riddles. She would show him that they could create a new shape together- one where all the fragmented parts of himself fit. 

It would not be kind, but it would be true. 

And after, if he still thought the best he could do was destroy this world…well, he’d have to do it while looking into her eyes and enduring her love for him.   

“Tell me, Solas. When you said it would be kinder in the long run, for whom did you mean?”

[bishicat]

I think he actually really wanted to go :(

[cursedhaglette]

Solavellan fic recs please I’m so hungry 🥺🥺

oh I'd love to provide! these have been my personal favorites so far (also fair warning, I am a solavellan fucked in DAI truther and that is reflected in my choices below so your mileage may vary)

Everything by niceasspavus - especially their fic Servitude which is an absolute masterwork. The prose is succinct but spectacular, the smut is excellent and never feels out of place (smut sometimes can with solavellan okay) and they dig into Solas' mind in a really beautiful way. They also started a modern AU fic and while that's not usually my trope at all, I've actually read what they have posted so far like three times because it's so good. Can't wait to see if they grace us with more.

Fellchaser by @rosieofcorona - Okay make that literally anything Darcy touches I recommend but Fellchaser is...I want to plaster my walls with it. The walls of my mind prison at least. The first time I read it, I literally read it five times back to back to back (I was admittedly very high but that's NOT THE POINT) because I was so taken with the prose and every detail. It is absolute perfection, seriously, the only thing wrong with it is that it isn't 100k words

What He Wouldn't Give by sugarhihello - a devastating take what happens immediately after the Crestwood scene we know and hate to love. I'm scared of writers who can make me want more of a scene like that and yet this fic gives me that

The Waiting by say_lene - solavellan thigh riding, need I say more?

Even Gods Need Miracles by callmebecks - A study of Solas' mindset from DAI to now include the DAV ending.

A Field as Wild as Your Heart by lillith_morgana - An exceptional take on the solavellan ending/post-DAV with gorgeous prose

Dreadful Recollections by @scaryanneee - if you know me from the bg3 era at all, you know Think of Me is a smut of all time so scaryanne joining us in solavellan hell has been SO FUN (for me personally at least eheheh) This little smut is so brilliant because it truly gave me so many ideas to play with for my own ship during this time period while also being so hot??? Also just read the tags on this and you know you're in for a great time

Handle With Care by feynite - I'm sure you've seen feynite if you've looked at solavellan fics because Looking Glass is the biggest one but I think this is just a really excellent little fic of theirs. Sad AND sexy - what every Solas fan is looking for I think

solavellan moots, please feel free to add on - I'm always looking for more and I'm sure others are too! anon - hope this gave you some tasty morsels and feel free to come back if you need more! xoxox

[codenameyan]

Read the original fic in its full glory.

Huge thank you to @big-cheesy-productions for writing such an amazing, heartbreaking fic, and for helping me iron out some writing bumps I had trouble with. ❤️

First of (hopefully) many from my 'I draw your one-shot fics' initiative.

[ar-ghilas-vir-banal]

I can’t imagine what waking up in the Fade is like for both Lavellan and Solas. I feel like, based on the BlueSky response, that them getting to the Lighthouse somehow is a bit of a given.

Solas is badly hurt. Like. I don’t know how he’s standing before they cross over but you can bet he doesn’t last long like that. Lavellan drags that man there. Or. Maybe in a stroke of cosmic kindness, it’s exactly where they find themselves when they step through.

It takes hours to peel that man out of his armor and tend to all the cuts. There seem to be thousands. He’s too weak to stop her and he weeps when she kisses each one, not minding bloody lips. Lots of talking with and without words for them both in that quiet time of mending and reconnecting. But finally, Solas is clean, tended and in his bed, in his home.

Lavellan is finally there to watch over him. She can rest. He’s safe. And she’s with him. It’s a miracle. So she lies down where she can crook her head into his shoulder and not press down on him, and they both sleep.

And then the waking up.

Solas is sure it was all just a dream. A lovely one. Made of his deepest horrors and wishes. Finds himself in the Lighthouse and just “Ah. I became drunk and passed out. Again. *cough*.” But then he hears breathing near his ear, quiet and rhythmic. Someone sleeping.

It hurts but he turns his head and… no. This is still a dream. This is impossible. He’d know that scent on her hair anywhere. Who else would keep a protective hand on his shoulder as they slept? This can’t be real…

Then it’s Lavellan’s turn. She’s pulled from sleep by the sound of Solas on the verge of hyperventilating and she starts awake, terrified that he’s in pain or worse. “Vhenan? What is it? What hurts?”

Only to be devoured by the most tender of gazes. He doesn’t say a word or move a muscle. He’s too awed. Light comes through the window as if by his bidding and sets her aglow with all the heavenly radiance that befits her. And he can only stare.

“S-Solas?” So she leans down to check on him. Is he so weak that he can’t say? Worry and fear claw at her as she touches his chest, his neck, his face. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

She can’t know what this feels like to him. Her fingers seem to reach down past the flesh and bone, finding his spirit, mending the tears and rips suffered over the millennia at each careful press of a fingertip.

By the time her hands get to his face, Solas’ eyes are trying to roll back in his head of sheer delight. But then she gives a quiet hum of amusement and presses a kiss to his forehead.

The man is now good and boneless. And Lavellan can only smile, a bit pridefully, at how much he obviously enjoys just the barest touches. Her Wolf. Her Man. Her Heart. She’s wanted for so long to simply be free to love him as much as she wanted to, to protect him. And now she gets to.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Hm?”

“You… asked me what was wrong, Vhenan. Absolutely nothing is wrong.”

“Then kiss me, as we have both wanted.” And after a smile that Solas can honestly say he never thought to wear again, he does.

[lavellaned]

Solavellan fic recs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vir-bellanaris]

With a harsh movement, Elgar'nan parried Lavellan's blow and wrapped his long fingers about the slender column of her neck. He dragged her forward, his putrid breath sickly hot against her face as his cold eyes appraised her.

With a terrible cry, Solas unleashed a torrent of energy on the wouldbe god. Solas' magic hit him square in the chest, the force of the Dread Wolf's anger knocking the wind from Elgar'nan's lungs. He released Lavellan, her body falling and to the ground where she twisted and rolled to her feet.

Solas now stood between her and Elgar'nan. The latter's gaze narrowed in shrewd understanding.

"What a fascinatingly lovely creature, even for a mistake." The blighted god leered from her to Solas. "Tell me, Fen'harel, do you feel more akin to god or wolf when you have her on her knees?"

Solas replied in a tone of deadly calm, though his anger rippled off him in palpable waves. "You're going to die today, Elgar'nan. All memory of you will disappear. Eradicated and forgotten. I will see to it."

I am toying with making a chapter...where Lavellan and Solas fight together with Rook and co against Elgar'nan...cause that should have happened in game ngl

The chapter happened

[an-established-butt-dent]

Meet my current Inquisitor: Yrja Lavellan.

This is my Second solavellan playthrough, and because I tried to postpone the crestwood scene as much as possible i’m literally a level 28 during ‘what pride has wrought’ Lollll. Coryphasswhatshisname is getting ended in one punch once I finish the final quests before Trespasser .

I’m making (some) opposite choices compared to my first playthough. Aka I used the American voice, sided with the Templars, didn’t drink from the well of Sorrows, Solas removed her vallaslin and she’s going to hunt her ex husband down. Solas ya bettter be prepared. This girl is gonna age like a fine wine, with notes of bitterness, heartbreak and revenge.

Sidenote, I’m seriously loving the lighting in the Decent DLC. The screenshot I used as a reference is [shefs’ kiss].

[pinacoladamatata]

please i am manifesting it

[antlerlad]

rook meets inquisitor lavellan, has a lesbian crisis about it, and then goes to yell at solas for dumping the hottest woman they've ever seen

[lillotte17]

I've only got one this time, but it's been rattling around in the ol' brain box for days without spawning anything to go with it so...*slides more Veilguard banter across the table until it falls into your lap*

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Rook: “So…the Inquisitor, huh? The Herald of Andraste. Chosen of the Maker’s Chosen. The Big Hat. The Savior of the South.”

Solas: “Was that meant to be a question?”

R: “What’s she like?”

S: “You are asking me instead of Varric? He is the one who still has ties to the Inquisition. I have not spoken with the Inquisitor in…quite some time.”

R: “Varric didn’t know her the way you did.”

Varric: “Hmph, for better or for worse.”

R: “Also, Varric lies. He’d probably tell me that she was ten feet tall, shot lightning from her eyes, and killed high dragons with a single punch.”

V: “Hey! That’s not even a good lie. If you’re going to disparage me, at least make it plausible.”

S: “And you think that I, the Dread Wolf, fabled god of chaos and trickery from Dalish lore, am a more reliable narrator?”

R: “Probably not. But I’m interested in hearing your answer anyway.”

S: “She was…a person. Vivid. And real.”

R: “Well, that isn’t saying much.”

S: “It changed everything. It changed the way I saw this world. It made me wish…that things could be other than they are. That I could be other than I am.”

V: *scoffs* “You sound like you can’t tell if that’s a good thing.”

S: “She was also tweleve feet tall, and could breathe fire at will.”

V: “Ha!”

[cursedhaglette]

How about some Solavellan fics? Not necessarily smut but smut is fine with me

hi angel - thank you for coming back! after today, i think we need extra solavellan fics for sure.

tagging what is effectively part 1 of this with my initial solavellan fic recs here! i'm also working on remembering to bookmark the fics i enjoy since i use that for others - so if you peruse my ao3 bookmarks, those are generally recs!

(as always - check tags before reading if you have specific concerns!)

now, on to the rest! starting with not specifically smut:

Benevolence: starts as a solas character study specifically through the solythal lens and then shifts to solavellan but just so beautifully written in general, high recommend

Even Gods Need Miracles: gorgeous and shifts from DAI to the end of DAV and is just written so succinctly - like every line is so perfect and crisp, no line overdone? i want to eat it

Schooling Pride: listen i know in the first rec list i said i wasn't a modern AU person and that's still true but something about fun texting in fics just...gets me. and good smut. this one has both. though tbh i did find it to lose a bit of steam toward the end but that was just me! the first 34 chapters i devoured in like two sittings

it is not perfect,: this is for if you want to Hurt Real Bad but goddamn did @mythalism do the damn thing when she wrote it...

Second Chances: what if they stepped through the rift at the end of DAV and ended up at the start of DAI?? @elfbotanist will tell you SO BEAUTIFULLY

versus specifically smut:

The Herald in Nude Repose: @scaryanneee showed me this today and my vision went white with lust momentarily

Bonfire: much more wholesome but still smutty and yet tender and wonderful all the same - insane this is a first time smut adventure for @neonravengames because they are such a natural (and so wonderful)

Studies: virginity loss fic (not usually my taste tbh) and also dirty talking solas is usually not my taste but MMMMM the way this is writtten...and teh solas POV....and literally everything..tasteeey

walk you to the shore: speaking of scaryanne....the queen does it again...the most tender eternal fuck heaven fic to hit the market since DAV's release

enjoy!

[heylittleriotact]

📚What I'm Reading These Days📚

A to Zenith by @allofthebarks (Solas x Female Lavellan): For my fellow Solavellan hell-dwellers, my bestie has refused to let the end of Solas and Lavellan's story get in the way of her delivering sweet, sexy angst and pining over a decade later. HELL YEAH. She's going to fuck us up emotionally 26 times, and I am ✨here✨ for it. Our friendship was built on a foundation of jointly authoring unhinged InuYasha fanfic when we were 14, she was my maid of honour, and our FFXIV characters are married, so I can very personally vouch for the quality of her work.

Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal by @brain-rot-central (Ascended Astarion x Female Durge): Set post BG3. I've been absolutely entranced by this beautiful Dead Dove all year. It's so breathtakingly fucked up and disturbing. The chilling, deeply seated tension that the writer is capable of cobbling together in your gut with each chapter is nothing short of impressive. This isn't in-your-face, no punches pulled sort of depravity: it's slow burning nightmare fuel tempered with absolutely gorgeous angst, evocative characterization, and the never-ending feeling that something absolutely fucking terrible is about to happen.

Herbarium by @emmg (Emmrich Volkarin x Female Rook): COME AND GET IT EMMROOK FANS - I literally can't even with this. Somehow @emmg manages to capture the Gentleman Necromancer in all of his dorky, yapping glory, making me laugh my absolute ass off and then like... three lines later dives into the fucked up inner workings of his brain and all of it's trauma soaked angst and self-loathing and self-denial in a way that actually boggles my mind. Like it's sooooo fucking good. Rook is a fucking turbo-babe and I love her. The smut is absolutely top notch, and if you're not reading this, you're missing out, so do yourself a favour and make it happen.

Indelible Imprints by @preciouslittlebhaalbae (Astarion x Female Tav): Isekai fics are usually a tough sell for me, but @preciouslittlebhaalbae pulls it off so well with her OC, Erin, and I'm so glad I finally got a chance to get caught up on Chapter 14 recently. This is a really lovely, wholesome Astarion-centric romance with softness, pining, sweetness, spiciness and hilarity in equal measure. We're not afraid to get dark either, which really does it for me. Definitely check this out - it's amazingly written, and seeing Erin's dynamic develop with all of the Tadfools is so thoughtfully and pragmatically done. Writer also has impeccable music taste. 11/10, no notes.

[s0lavellan]

Solavellan Fanfic Recs

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[hallahart]

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