#papae solas

[binabees]

Solas helping raise Lavellan’s kids for months but not realizing he’s in love with them until they get to Skyhold is a very funny thing for me to write.

Solas: Yes I’ve been obsessed with them for a better part of the year but it’s mainly been out of necessity.

Me: suuuure bud

[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

[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.”

[b-e-e-h-o-p]

Yknow given all the baby fever I’ve seen a good amount of solasmancers have I’m surprised no ones ever asked trick weeks how solas would react to children…

[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! :)

[1800i-dont-write-fanfiction]

11/11 make a wish

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 they moved.

Veilfire.

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. The whisper of a giggle escaped her, drawing his attention momentarily, though she skillfully evaded his gaze. This was far too easy.

He paused, scanning the room to locate the source of the sound. Hearing faint shuffling, he sighed quietly, returning to his work with a subtle smile. The intruder would reveal herself soon enough.

Another huff broke the silence as she carefully pushed a glowing artifact onto the 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.

"Papae," the little girl addressed him, her voice brimming with confidence. “A woon,” she announced, her tone deliberate, patiently guiding her father. He was quite old, and, despite his wisdom, could still stumble over such simple concepts. It made her heart swell with tender pride, seeing him so unknowingly vulnerable, so endearingly quaint.

His smile softened as he took a seat in the chair. Leaning back, he extended his arms toward her and lifted her effortlessly onto the desk. “Did you now?” he asked, his tone light and teasing. Her smile brightened as she nodded. "Yeah."

Her father picked up the artifact, holding it between them. He turned it slowly in his hands, letting the light catch its design so she could see. 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 clarified, her voice resolute as she corrected his pronunciation. "Mamae said.”

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

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

She carefully repeated the unfamiliar word, though it was quickly forgotten as she reached toward a particularly shiny object. Her father chuckled as he gently caught her hand. Turning back to him, wide-eyed, she inspected his much larger hand holding hers. “Industrious. It means you are clever,” he explained.

Clever. An idea formed in her mind.

She pursed her lips in a show of concentration, small fingers curling as a soft blue flame flickered to life in her palm. It was a simple trick, one she’d mastered long ago, but performed with a deliberate flourish; a small indulgence for her father, who seemed endlessly enchanted by her efforts.

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

She squealed, collapsing into giggles. “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, da'len.”

“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. “That is correct,” he replied, his tone softening. “Yours, as you are mine.”

[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

[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

[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

[binabees]

Solavellan kidfic Update!

Short Chapter but mainly because this update became so unruly I had to split it in two. Shorter Update time because of it though.

Happy New Years Eve!

[misspr0npieartz]

Papa Solas timeee ❤

[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

[ar-ghilas-vir-banal]

I know someone already said this but Would You Fall In Love With Me Again? from EPIC: The Musical is for Solavellans. That song belongs to us.

[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 :)))).

[3amdistress]

no entras en este chat ni aunque me muera por ti… no se cuando cai tan bajo pero no importa, ya da igual… se acabo entre nosotros, no puedo exigirte que me extrañes, nunca pude… y ese fue mi grandioso error, creer en ti y en tus palabras vacias… como decia, tenia razon, tu jamas me quisiste