#rooklas

[vulprits]

my comfort enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to lovers to

[humpi]

Wolf always took care of Ivy, even if they didn't get along well at first. In the beginning, Ivy didn't have a scar on her neck. But in the end I added it. I imagined how Ivy got it...((

[fangbanger3000]

im working on a dirty little piece of rooklas dubcon hatefuck smut but i do not know if i dare to release it with the way the rooklas discourse is going rn..

[shoyoackerman]

Enimies to lovers but they still would absolutely kill each other. Like holy shit this bastard is mine to love and they love me back and nobody else is allowed to hurt them BUT me. And no not in an abusive way (just to make clear) but where they’d clown their s/o for doing something stupid, or if they were caught unaware in fight. Actively laughing at their lovers pain and stupidity whilst burning the mf who hurt them in the first place alive.

THIS. This is the typa dynamics i live for and i beg for more to be written.

(Yes i am 100% talking about solrook here bc you really don’t think Rook wouldn’t not be on their knees laughing every time their all-mighty elven god lover had his shit rocked. Or vice versa? Both would be pointing and laughing and i love this for them i really do)

[atimefordragons]

I think they should've kissed. Listen, I love Solavellan, I do, but my canon inquisitor is Trevelyan, and these two match freaks. Bitch to bitch communication, I love that insane shit.

[deliriousreverie]

"Wolfkiller"

I swear this counts as solrook, my take on this ship and my canon is just...very hostile, they'll never get to be a couple but it's still very much homoerotic. Also this piece is red riding hood and big bad wolf inspired btw🙈

And uh someone please comeup with a proper ship tag or I'm just gonna keep using solrook

[boomturkey]

Congratulations Dreadrook shippers. Made it to 100 hundred fics in under two months with nothing but a dream and a recognition of some vibes ™️

Proud of us

[darkurgetrash]

What Is It That Stays My Hand?

Rook/Solas — Mature — Read on AO3

Rook believes in redemption; Solas is grim and fatalistic. He refuses to give in. She refuses to give up.

Tags: slowburn, enemies to lovers, eventual romance and smut, angst

This story takes place during the events of Dragon Age: The Veilguard.

—*Chapter One: Disrupt and Conquer*—

“Is that—? No… it can’t be…”

Cold air coils around Rook, biting at her ears as she sprints toward the ruins, her boots crunching heavily in the snow. Ahead, an elven man donning Mythal’s vallaslin addresses a crowd, his voice fractured by the wind—Spirits? Circle?—but the meaning is clear enough. Whatever he’s commanding, the elves hang on every word, their breath suspended in both air and anticipation.

As she nears, realisation hits her like a stone in her chest. Beside him, hands clasped behind his back, surveying the onlookers with practiced detachment, stands a figure she knows all too well.

Solas.

But something is… different. For one, he has hair. For another, there’s a strange uncertainty in the way he carries himself—a hesitation that feels unlike the man she’s unfortunately come to know.

Though his face is almost the same—the same etched lines of frustration, lips curved into a habitual scowl, his brow furrowed with equal parts determination and anguish—there’s an unfamiliar weight in his posture.

He shuffles slightly, kicking the snow at his feet. Then, as the man beside him addresses him, ‘Dread Wolf’, his hands curl into fists at his side. He turns to the crowd and his lavender eyes, soft in colour but always burning with hatred in her memory, now seem dull and detached, scanning the faces before him without truly seeing.

There’s no fury, no scorn—only cold indifference.

“The false gods, the Evanuris,” Solas booms, his voice every bit as commanding as his general’s. “They have overreached. I shall humble them.”

“We’re seeing the past—a memory!” Emmrich whispers at her side, his tone alive with fascination.

She forces a small, wry smile. “I figured. Pretty sure Solas hasn’t been able to call himself ‘humble’ in centuries.”

Bellara leans in, equally enraptured. “He must think we’re one of these spirits,” she murmurs, her voice vibrating with excitement.

Rook stays silent, cold dread gnawing at her. While her companions brim with curiosity, all she feels is a rising tide of nausea.

“Within their citadel lies a relic with the power to imprison even a god,” Solas continues, speaking over them. “With it, I can bring their tyranny to an end forever.”

Rook exhales sharply, the words like ice in her veins. She already knows how well this plan works out. Could she warn him? Could she tell this version of Fen’Harel that, in a thousand years or so, a hapless reject from the Mourn Watch would undo his work—freeing the Evanuris and plunging the world into chaos—all because he was dead set on destroying it?

Or, perhaps, she could tell him how that very same novice would be his only connection to the world and—in a cruel act of injustice and terrible luck—the only hope of putting things right. Even if he was insistent on acting like her life was created for the express purpose of ruining his.

She scoffs inwardly. He’d never listen. He’d probably laugh. When did Solas ever appreciate advice—or anything, for that matter?

Read more on AO3.

[cosmic-kasa]

My tastes are very... singular ©

Atisha. The Veil Jumper, mage. Saved Varric (Neve and Lace dropped the statue) and exposed herself to Solas’ dagger. But their interaction began with the forgiveness

"You live up to your name" Solas once said

As she learned Fen'Harel and the Evanuris story she became sympathetic and compassionate towards Solas, which was already emerging on the basis on trust during their cooperation

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

[ei8htbithero]

Do mi ti Why not me?

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This picture was loving banged out in like three days for @pixelizedprince because they wrote an insane 10k fic about Solas and Bishop being just SO TOXIC to each other and I'm so so so so SO proud of them!!!! Please read it because I truly haven't stopped screaming.

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[humpi]

«We're forever»

[cool-kink-sis]

Sooo just got the 'everyones dead' ending

My God, Rook and Solas alone in the regret fade prison forever together in mutual hatred is perfection.

We got everyone killed, Solas kills our last two friends and comes out with "You are alone now, truly!" Stabs Rook fatally. "You have lost! Everyone! Everything! It is over!" Really does read as Solas reflecting--

Last of the Evanuris is dead, last of his past since apparently Mythal is truly dead and has been given the green light to be perfectly innocent in everything so Morrigan/Mythal isn't a thing and doesn't count.

Evidently in this game there are none of Solas's spies like stated in Inquisition or the books, no one joined his cause.

Solas has no friends, no one from the past, no one on his level to understand him and now neither does Rook.

And I think that's beautiful to start an absolutely gut wrenching, anger locked together in hatred romance.

[shoyoackerman]

Collectively I think everyone should shut the fuck up and let me enjoy the silly little ships between characters no matter if they’re canon or not.

Bc is swear man, if I have to have another person screeching in my ear about “yOu cAnT sHiP rOoK wItH sOlAs” I’m going to have art commissioned of him getting pregnant by Rook and spam it under all your comments and constantly send it to your dms.

it is not that deep. It has never been that fucking SERIOUS.

so please stfu and leave me alone you miserable sack of shits

[atimefordragons]

immovable object meets unstoppable force ✌️

[deliriousreverie]

The girls just can't stop fighting, I fear.

Also if anyone's wondering, yes I already know the ending and what kind of atrocities Solas did, still on my hateship/"I hate him with my entire being but can't help but feel like he's the only one that understands me" propaganda tho

[fangbanger3000]

WiP tag!

a thousand years ago i was tagged in some wip posts that i never got around to responding to, and i don't remember who tagged me, but nevertheless, i come to you with a new little side project i've been fiddling with while i work on wts. i'd like to see what @lizziemajestic, @underthedark0, and @forget-me-maybe are working on, if they're willing to share!! (or anyone else, really. i've been out of the loop for a while, show me your stuff!!!)

spoilers for early game DA:V

i present to you: solas x rook x emmrich, kind of, because tenuous connections are not always as tenuous as one might think. aka solas gets phantom-fucked by emmrich volkarin in the Fade.

He had indeed found Rook’s discussions with the professor Emmrich Volkarin most revelling as they discussed spirits and the Fade at a more advanced level than any of their companions. The professor was clearly a scholar of great renown and far greater experience, and Solas knew he would have enjoyed personally speaking with him.

But did he wish to know what the Mourn Watcher’s learned fingers could do once they breached the barrier of his smallclothes? Did he wish to know what his eloquent tongue tasted of? How it felt on his neck? How it explored parts between his legs that he had never personally possessed?

Perhaps. Had this been something he desired to explore, however, he would have done so on his own terms. These… were not his terms. They were not the professor’s, either, nor Rook’s. It was a most unpleasant and deplorable side effect of their connection.

He never did manage to master the art of blood magic. This was something he had regretted before, but solely because of how incredibly powerful it was when it was wielded by someone as competent as he. Or, well, as he could have been. Rook’s blood had struck the earth, and Solas had, just as he had when he created the veil, acted rashly in his panic. And for the first time in millennia, he felt the dooming quiver of inexperience.

The dank, swirling grey of sky above him momentarily flashed with lightning, and the unfelt wind in his prison gave the impression of needy sighs and gasps as the professor drove Rook to the precipice of pleasure. Solas ran a hand across his face and tried to ignore the slow-building ache of want forming in his own abdomen, but his constitution softened as the rest of him hardened.

Fenedhis.

His fingers restlessly picked at the leather straps keeping the gauntlet of his right hand in place. Perhaps… perhaps it would be easier for him to focus if he allowed himself some relief.

No. He could not. This was wrong. Unwilling voyeur or not, indulging in this way was immoral. He may not have chosen this situation on purpose, but he was the one who cast the spell. And the first thing Rook had said (yelled, to be more accurate) when she learned what had happened was get out of my head.