#papae solas

[attractthecrows]

Papae Solas is incredible conceptwise, but as an angst demon, I MUST make it a torment. its like my only biological imperative is to make things much much worse. anyway wouldn't it be fucked up if the timing of their breakup was juuust so, that he didn't even KNOW there was a child. Like it's not like Lavellan would be taking a toddler along with the party during Trespasser. If they broke up RIGHT BEFORE the final fight with Corypheus, then it's entirely possible neither of them would have known when Solas disappeared. It's not like Lavellan could track him down. Fuck, if they're bitter about it they might not even want to. it could cause so much fucking drama and problems i cant stop thinking about it

[fadedsweater]

I've been seeing an influx of papa!Solas art lately and as someone who's written a handful of solavellan kidfics, I'm just gonna...slide this fic I wrote in 2022 across the table.

It's a fic about Solas grappling with fatherhood and his relationship with Clan Lavellan. It *is* a modern au but really only in aesthetics.

Summary:

"Is it not often that a member of your clan has a child with your people's greatest adversary?"

Eira snorted. "Even if they were wary about that before, I don't think they are now. They adore her."

Solas looked toward the hall, where voices drifted down from the kitchen. Very faintly, he could hear the soft sounds the baby made as she was passed from hand to hand. "One can hardly blame them," he said after a moment. "She is perfect."

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Solas settles into a strange new normal.

[damallarky]

Truce

There was an influx of Papae!Solas content and I wanted to share a WIP I was working on that I'm not sure what I'm going to do with or where it's going to go in the grand scheme of my Inquisitor and Rook's story.

For context:

Neria is my Lavellan and Solas's twelve-year-old daughter. She is at the Lighthouse because of reasons.

Ren is my Rook. He is my Lavellan's oldest brother.

Solas is busted from the Fade by Rook and Co. Because that is going to happen Bioware.

Neria does not appreciate the strange man who is suddenly in her and her mother's lives.

To Neria, he is the Interloper and must be Stopped.

Stuff happens, and Neria has a change of heart and is willing to give the guy a chance.

However, first, she needs to set some ground rules.

Enasali (who is briefly mentioned) is the Ill-Advised Pre-Veilguard Solavellan Hookup Baby

AKA why it was Varric trying to talk Solas down and not Lavellan.

AKA why Varric has gray hair. Sorry dude.

Neria is too much like her father. I love her.

Neria found him in the library, speaking in low tones to Emmerich and Uncle Ren as they poured over some massive tome. Unnoticed by the three men, Neria used the opportunity to study the bald elf, whom Mamae claimed to be her father. 

He had quite a bit more color since her uncle pulled him out of the Fade. He no longer looked so pale and sickly, and the dark circles under his eyes had started to fade. He still looked tired, to be sure, but it was less somehow. He also stood straighter, taller, as if he had been carrying something heavy on his back and was finally able to relieve his burden. 

There were other things Neria noticed about him as well. Features that were familiar to her. Features that she knew didn’t come from her mother but never truly seemed to realize that they came from someone else. Like how his ears were shaped similarly to her own or how they both had a cleft chin, though hers was noticeably less prominent. 

And then there were the eyes. 

Neria knew that she had her father’s eyes; her mother had told her as much growing up. But it never truly registered with her, until she met the man they called Solas and saw her own grayish purple eyes stare down at her. 

The same grayish purple eyes that were currently watching her intently. 

Apparently, she had been noticed. Great.

“Neria, did you need something? Is everything alright?”, her uncle asked. 

Neria fought the growing urge to run away, and instead crossed her arms and tried to give her best “serious” face, like her Aunt Cassandra wore when she meant business. 

Neria wanted to show that she meant business, too. 

“I wish to speak with Solas,” she said, in her best Aunt-Cassandra-Serious-Business-Voice. Figuring that might have been a little too demanding, she added, “When he has a minute to talk. If that’s ok?”

“Of course,” Solas said, perhaps a little too quickly. Emmerich and Uncle Ren shared a look. Emmerich shrugged.

“Yeah, sure, we could use a bit of a break,” her uncle agreed. He and Emmerich grabbed the book and left the library, her uncle giving her shoulder a small squeeze as he walked by. 

And just like that, Neria found herself alone with her father for the first time in her life.

“You wished to speak with me, Neria?” He asked, gently.

Neria cleared her throat.

“Yes. I wish to parley,” she declared. 

She wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting Solas’s reaction to be. She had figured he would laugh at her and tell her to stop being childish. Or maybe even get angry at her for being so demanding of an adult. What she wasn’t expecting, was for Solas to nod with actual, genuine seriousness. He clasped his hands behind his back, like one of those statues in Orlais of human generals.

“Very well,” he said, before gesturing to one of the many plush chairs seated around the table in the center of the library. “Please, take a seat.”

“Solas, it has come to my attention that I might have been a little bit mean to you.” Then, because she didn’t want to him to think she was going soft, she added, “Just a little bit, though!” 

Solas nodded, solemnly, his face carefully neutral. Neria continued.

“As such,” she said, “I wish to declare a truce.”

Solas’s neutral mask slipped, and Neria noticed the corners of the man’s mouth tick upwards ever so slightly. With his hands folded on the table, he leaned forward so that he was eye level with Neria.

“Ma nuvenin. What are the terms of this potential truce?”

“First; I will not call you ‘Papae’ or ‘Father’.”

“Of course,” Solas agreed, “I would not ask that of you if it made you uncomfortable.”

Neria blinked. This was easier than she thought!

“Um, ok. Good,” she said. “Second term; you will call me Neria and only Neria. No stupid nicknames, like da’vhenan. Ok?”

For a fraction of a second, something flashed in Solas’s eyes. Something that looked a bit like hurt. Or maybe regret? However, it came and went so quickly that Neria wasn’t sure if she actually saw it at all.

He nodded.

“Third; if I want to be left alone, I want you to leave me alone. Ok?”

Once again, Solas nodded. 

“I would not wish to encroach upon your space.”

Neria mirrored her father’s pose, clasping her hands together and laying them on the table in front of her. She didn’t quite strike the same imposing figure as Solas, but, for being twelve, she thought it was close enough. 

“Good,” she declared. “Now, in return, I will permit you to continue to court my Mamae and help her take care of Enasali. But if, and only if, you continue to make Mamae happy.”

Solas’s neutral mask slipped once more and it was obvious he was actively trying not to grin. Neria narrowed her eyes at him, not appreciating the lack of seriousness on his part. Solas coughed and his face went carefully blank once more. 

“Ir abelas,” he said, his voice serious despite the twinkle still in his eyes. “Neria, I promise that I will do everything in my power to make your mother as happy as I possibly can for as long as she will allow me to do so.” 

Now was the part that she didn’t necessarily want to agree on, but she knew it was only fair. It was the whole reason why she was speaking to her father in the first place.

“And finally,” she said, reluctance clear in her voice, “I will do my best to… to give you a chance.”

[binabees]

[melkeyway]

Papae Solas and baby Ella!

This isn't really the headcanon I have for my Lavellan but sometimes having an au with a happy ending is nice too! :)

[crabs-with-sticks]

A peaceful walk in the forest

Just a quick sketch, in and out! Not gonna do anything fancy, just feel like drawing some papae solas... ???? hours later with colour and a background. Was planning to do a bunch of quick sketches of papae Solas but here we are lol

also fun fact this is based off an actual picture of my dad and my sister from when we were lil. Technically I'm in it too, in the JacPack, but Ghil and Solas only have one kid in my cannon

[liaragaming]

Oh, shit. Now I have images of Solas as a parent with his kids going, "But, papae, what you actually said was-" 😂🤣

Trick Weekes on not technically lying about Solas' character in Inquisition.

[ladyofc]

Sorry guys Papae! Solas is forever

[1800i-dont-write-fanfiction]

11/11 make a wish freaks

Soft blue light flickered from the torch, held securely in a wall sconce, as the small creature entered the room. She recognized the flames weaving and dancing, leaving no smoke behind as it moved. Ahead, a figure hunched over scattered papers atop a desk that stood at the center of the study. Noticing her presence, he glanced up from his work.

Her soft footsteps padded across the floor. A giggle escaped her, drawing his attention momentarily, but the small child skillfully evaded his gaze. He paused, scanning the room to locate the source of the sound. Hearing faint shuffling, he sighed quietly, returning to his work with a knowing smile. The intruder would reveal herself soon enough.

Another giggle broke the silence as she carefully placed a glowing artifact onto his desk. She waited for him to notice, her violet eyes peeking just above the desk's edge—a mirror to his own. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the artifact, halting his movements. Lifting his gaze fully, he met her eager, beaming expression. A smile tugged at his lips as he set his quill down.

"I find it for yew, papae," the little girl announced, her voice brimming with adoration. “A woon,” She clarified, her tone deliberate, aware that her father was very old and sometimes needed hand-holding in these matters.

Solas's smile softened as he leaned back in his chair and extended his arms toward her. He lifted her effortlessly onto the desk, setting her down gently before examining the artifact. “Did you now?” he asked his tone light and teasing. Her smile brightened as she nodded. "Yeah."

Solas picked up the artifact, holding it between them. He turned it slowly in his hands, letting the light catch its design. Another smile crossed his face as his gaze shifted back to the little girl, now seated comfortably on the desk. “You say it is a rune?”

"A woon," she repeated, her voice resolute. "Mamae said.”

“I imagine she is correct,” Solas replies softly. He turned the artifact over in his hands, his fingers tracing its delicate carvings. “How did you come across this?”

"Looking," she answered simply, her legs swinging idly as her curious eyes roamed over his desk. She twisted at the waist, looking at the various fascinating, shiny objects he had scattered across its surface. Setting the rune carefully aside, Solas placed his hands lightly on her hips to steady her. He smiled warmly. “Looking? How industrious of you.”

"What is ‘in-dust-weous?’" she asked thoughtfully, her brow furrowing as she repeated the unfamiliar word carefully. She reached toward a particularly shiny trinket, her small fingers drawn to it. Solas chuckled as he gently caught her small hand before she could snatch it. She turned back to him, wide-eyed, inspecting his much larger hand holding hers. “Industrious. It means you are clever,” he explained.

A small flame appeared in her free hand, glowing with the same blue hue as the veil fire. It flickered harmlessly, her magic mirroring the light that had greeted her earlier. She grinned at her creation, clearly pleased with herself. She knew her father would be equally pleased, and was eager to stir his favor.

Solas's expression softened further as he watched her. He leaned closer, his hand brushing down her small frame to her stomach, where he tickled her gently. “You know,” he teased, his tone playful, “very clever girls remember the proper word for things that are not theirs.”

She squealed, collapsing into giggles under his tickling fingers. “Yours, papae,” she conceded. His grin widened, his teasing subsiding as he pulled her closer, resting a hand protectively on her back. “Ah, you are correct,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. “Very good.”

He grinned, his fingers continuing their gentle tickling as he teased her. “And what do you say when Papae gives you something of his?”

"Mine," she replied confidently, her voice filled with childish certainty. Solas laughed softly at her bold answer. Easing up on the tickling, he rested his hands on her small hips. “That is correct,” he replied, his tone softening. “Yours, as you are mine.”

[delicatefade]

Recommending Memories in the Dust by about2dance

Very cool head canons about Ancient Elvhenan in this short story by @about2dance Love the lore around hair, memory beads, and vallaslin-centered compulsion. Also, An'da is a great OC! Brave and sweet. A wittle smol sweet baby I want to hug. And the angst is sooo thick! Read on AO3 -> I also read this as part of my commenting sprint for @justleaveacommentfest

[adaranka]

That was so precious <3

An idea that Solas would be the best dad lives rent free in my brain. A child is curious, they like to learn about the world and hear stories. It needs guidance, but lacks prejudices that were thought to adults. And they would love frilly cakes.

#Rise of the dad wolf

pick a star from the sky

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Characters: Solas, Cole

Additional Tags: Solas Fluff Friday, Sweet, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Papae Solas, Helpful Cole

Summary: A human child's mother died during the attack on Haven, and while it is now safe, dry, fed, and protected, it is still in need of being held. Solas tires of its squalling and deigns to carry it.

Dedicated to @sugawara-kkoushi for all of her mutual squealing about Papae Solas with me, and posted because of the sweet @dreadfutures. Thank you both. 💚

[grandpasauce]

when ur pop pop is the dread wolf and tries instructing you on intricate fade physics but u literally learned how to use a spoon yesterday

[damallarky]

"Truce" Snippet

This fic is fighting me guys. But here are two snippets so I can share something and get the fic worms out into the ether. Enjoy.

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"If there was one truth Neria Lavellan knew above all else, it was that she hated Solas with every fiber of her twelve-year-old being. It was her opinion that the man who abandoned her and her family before she was even born did not have any right to any of their time. Yet in the days following his release from the Fade, Neria noticed her family’s carefully constructed unit begin to shift and change to make room for him anyway.

It started fairly innocuously, with Mamae checking in on him when she could. It seemed Solas was apparently left weakened by his stint in the Fade and needed the bedrest. This was fine to Neria; it meant she wouldn’t have to see the man, and it gave Mamae a chance to do what she loved most: fret over people.

Yet, as Solas regained his strength and could leave his bed, he continued to weasel into her family’s lives, starting with Neria’s mother. Unless Solas was needed for Veilguard stuff, he was stuck to Mamae like a tick.

A stupid, bald tick.

Wherever Aisling Lavellan was, Solas was not far behind. If Mamae was cooking, Solas would be there to “help.” If Mamae was holding Neria’s new baby sister, Enasali, and she began to fuss, Solas would sweep in out of nowhere and offer to hold her. If Mamae was doing embroidery work in the library, Solas was close by, reading a book.

What was worse was that Mamae seemed to enjoy having Solas around. It did not escape Neria’s notice how Mamae would leave Veilguard meetings with her hand (always her real hand) entwined with Solas’s own. Nor did Neria miss the look on Mamae’s face whenever she would feed him a bite of whatever it was she was cooking… By hand.

It made Neria want to hurl..." -

"...The leather was old and worn, covered in a thick layer of dust like it had been forgotten for years. Upon opening it, she saw that the writing was tiny, impeccably neat, and seemed to alternate between common and Elven. Along with what looked like regular journal entries, there were also diagrams, formulas, and countless sketches.

Neria had a sneaking suspicion as to who this journal belonged to. So, with a vindictiveness she didn’t even know she possessed, she turned to a random page.

It was a journal entry written in common and, according to the date, was written on what would have been her fourth name day. It read:

‘I have a near mountain of work, yet I have accomplished nothing. Today is Neria’s name day, and is the case every year, I am finding it hard to concentrate.

She is turning four years old this year. Four years old! I am still unused to the flow of time in this new world, and I fear that when I next see her, Neria will be a woman grown…’

The next passage had what looked like water droplets smearing the ink and making the text nearly illegible. Neria thought she saw the word ‘heart’ and perhaps ‘mother,’ but she couldn’t be sure. Frustrated, she skipped to the next few lines.

‘I had one of my agents deliver the gift I had picked out. I found it while I was working with my contact in Kirkwall.

It was a toy stuffed wolf, and it was quite the odd-looking thing with its misshapen body and mismatched buttons for eyes. Yet I found it endearing (and incredibly soft), so I couldn’t help but purchase it.

I can only hope that Neria enjoys it as well...’"

@buttsonthebeach @beardedladyqueen and all the others, thank you for cheering me on. It helps a lot. :D

[binabees]

I was just over on ao3 doing a re read of "to build a home in", and I just love it to pieces. I'm extremely biased of course, but solavellan fic writers are out here writing masterpieces that make me fall in love with thedas even more.🩷🩷

This means so much 🤧🤧🤧 it’s such a joy to write. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

I should be updating soon! Tomorrow mayhaps 👀👀

Solas meets Lavellan’s son Rook in this next one and it’s a good time.

For those who have yet to read it !

[greypetrel]

Professor Solas is very strict doing exams, but he also has a big sign hanging in his office, surrounded by pictures of him and his two children that says "Do it for them".

"A quick warmup!" I said. It became three, oops.

I'm not specifying what exactly the relationship with Varric is, if the official comics don't give precise answers, why should I. They have joint custody and an agreement, the balls of destruction are very happy so why bother.

[fenharel-babe]

Imagining Solas bringing Bloom’s and his twin kids into the Fade with them……

He lets her stay in the physical world to get the kids and say goodbye and then they join him in the fade….and she can still go to the physical world to visit her son (human son;adopted before DAI and all this mess) and all her friends and family and then they can still have their family in the Fade :)))).