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In the Blue Morning
BELOVEDS, a soft little Solavellan fic for you. Mostly fluff this time around to soothe the eternal, unyielding hurt. Also on AO3, if you prefer. As always, thank you for reading. đ
She cajoles him, some mornings, away from his office, from his maps and his books and his paintings and out among the newly-planted gardens, all their tight, unfurling blooms.Â
Itâs always empty at this hour, when most of Skyhold is still asleep save for the guards in their high towers, the recruits in the practice yard. The only sound is the clang of their swords ringing through the mist like distant bells, the only light the pink and gold of the nascent sun.
They have been careful, desperately careful not to draw undue attention, not to generate rumors that could harm the Inquisition in the future. It is easier on the road to find a quiet moment aloneâ to steal a kiss or hold a hand or put words to their loveâ but the castle, however safe, is full of eyes, forever watching.
It is only in the narrow, muted hours before dawn that Solas weaves his fingers with hers as they orbit the courtyard, side by side.
He names the blossoms as they pass, first in the trade tongue and then in Elvish, the softened syllables like music on his tongue. She repeats them half as gracefully, but he smiles at every attempt, correcting her gently now and again, praising her efforts.
âGailâlealis,â he says, pointing out an elegant bellflower, its blue-white petals bundled tightly in green sepals.
It sounds off, even to her ear, when she says, âGaâlealis,â back.
They pause for a moment, and Solas turns and bends and plucks an early bloom from the same plant, rotating it slowly between his fingers, holding it up for examination.Â
âGa-il,â he repeats softly, separating the sounds. âMeaning âbell,â in the common parlance.âÂ
âGa-il,â she says again, correctly this time.Â
âFollowed by lealis, meaning âglass.ââ
âGailâlealis.â
âBeautiful,â he murmurs, tucking the flower behind her ear, the meaning vague yet all-encompassing. It is all beautifulâ the morning, the garden, how she catches the light, his ancient language in her mouth, her mouthâÂ
Solas kisses her in the empty courtyard, parts her lips with a linguistâs tongue, and she kisses him back again and again as if each time might be the last. He wants to stay like this forever, wants the sun to forget to rise, wants the castle to sleep and sleep in an endless dream.
But the light keeps coming, every moment. The castle will wake, and they will see.Â
And this will cost them, in the end.Â
She is pink as the sky when they finally come apart, and continue their long walk around.Â
âI hear you were out here yesterday,â she says, breaking the silence as they turn a corner. âCullen says you beat him soundly at chess.âÂ
âIt was a closer game than he thinks,â Solas says, but she has learned when heâs just being modest.
âMust not have been that close, because Bull says the same. As do Blackwall, and Varric, and Dorian, though he swears that you cheated.â âI did no such thing!âÂ
When they turn again, the chessboard in question comes into full view, set and waiting on its table beneath an awning.Â
âHe seemed very certain,â she shrugs. âThough I suppose I could find out for myself.â
They stop again before the table, and Solas looks at her intently. âIs that a challenge, dear Inquisitor?â
âThat depends on your level of skill.â
Sheâs teasing him now, enticing him, a dynamic heâs come to enjoy. There are so few who impress him with thoughtfulness, who make him work at being clever.
âVery well, but you should know that I am merciless,â he warns, a contradiction to the chivalry of pulling out her chair. âEven to one I love.â
He takes the seat opposite her, the board and the pieces adorned in glittering dew.Â
âI believe the Lady Inquisitor moves first.â
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He sets a dozen little traps for her, a dozen clever gambits, and she evades them every time, to his astonishment. Where he moves to attack, she counters; where he baits her, she defends or retreats. By the end, with the sun fully risen overhead, they reach a deadlock, both depleted, neither victorious.
âAgain?â She asks cheerfully, when theyâve finished. Already she is freeing her captives from his end of the table. âDonât look so stunned, my love. Unless youâre trying to offend me.â
âForgive me, vhenan,â he says, shaking his head. âYou surprise me as always. It is rare to find an opponent soâŠdiscerning.âÂ
His beloved laughs with the morning breeze, a sound like air that surrounds and envelops him.Â
âRare to find one you canât beat, you mean.âÂ
Sheâs right, of courseâ it is rare that he loses, even rarer that he plays against someone so evenly matched. He still canât quite puzzle through it, where he went wrong, where she figured him out.Â
He had gotten a lead on her early on, or so he thoughtâ he had taken a tower, a mage, and two pawnsâ and left his queen open for the taking, which she had entirely ignored. She caught onto him quickly, though too late to win, and when she realized she couldnât beat him, she had blocked him instead.Â
Solas leans thoughtfully back in his chair, replaying their game in his mind. No matter how he tries to beat her, he finds no way through. She sees his scheming, sees him coming, cuts him off.Â
âWhy did you not take my queen, given the chance?â
âBecause you gave me the chance,â she reasons. âYou wouldnât do that except to win.âÂ
âIt could have been a tactical error.â âIt wasnât,â she says assuredly, resetting the pieces along their battle lines. âIf I had taken her, it would have left my king undefended from your mages.â âYou could have moved him.â âFor a turn or two. Then your knight would have circled back. Isnât that right?â She looks up at Solas, her eyes smiling and sharp, affirmed in her answer already. âOr shall we call that a âtactical error?ââ
âMm,â Solas nods his approval. âYouâve become quite the strategist. Have you been spending time with our Commander?â
âIâve been spending time with you,â she counters. âLearning all your little tricks.â
Not all, it occurs to him, but Solas smothers the thought with a laugh. âIt seems to me you have a few of your own.âÂ
âOur Keeper used to call me harellan,â she tells him. âTrickster. Though I neednât explain that to you.â
He fights to keep the easy expression on his face, feeling suddenly caught in the snare of her gaze, as if she sees directly through him, sees him fully, all he is.
Harellan, his mind echoes. How could she know?
The wait for her judgment feels infinite, inevitableâ but it does not come, and does not come, and does not come. She only moves a white pawn toward the boardâs center, the leaves rustling softly around them.Â
No, he decides. She does not know. She only means he knows the word.Â
Solas mirrors her opening move, their pawns face to face on the battlefield. âAnd still, your Keeper named you her First.âÂ
âI was more troublesome as a child,â she says, with a grin that implies that the mischief has never left her. âIâve settled down a great deal since. Canât you tell?â
This time, when Solas laughs, there is nothing else hiding beneath it. No uneasy feeling, no great fear that she will discover him, cast him out. There is only happiness for a moment, the war reduced to a board between them, as if sorrow and death are nowhere, and the end of the world is far away.
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The Dread Wolf's Heart...
"Where I am going is terrible"
"It won't be terrible if you're with me"
#solavellan#solas#dragon age#pulling for this solavellan reunion where the moment she touches him it's over. he crumbles.#solavellan fluff fridays#yeah we're bringing that tag back#anyways#he's tired and she's gentle#me when i create my lavellan and then she finally shows up to interact w solas: THATS HIS WIFE! HIS WIFE!!!#reilora lavellan woman that you are.....#pina art
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The Lighthouse
Pairing: Solas x Lavellan
Summary:Â Lavellan explores The Lighthouse and reunites with her heart.
Word Count: 6,608
Warnings: ANGST. Lots of emotions. Lots of love. VEILGUARD SPOILERS.
A/N:Â Hi everyone! Happy 2 weeks until Veilguard! This has taken me way longer to write than I'd hoped, but I MADE IT! This was inspired by a beautiful piece of art by @pani-artz, I couldn't resist! I've kept Lavellan's description vague for those who would like to keep their own Lavellan in mind while reading! Also posted on AO3!
âWeâre here.â
A cold breeze swept through the crossroads, cooling Lavellanâs skin as she stepped up the stairs, Harding, and Leliana flanking her from behind. The three stood before the Eluvian, the shimmering surface glowing faintly. The ancient mirror reflected the crumbled pieces of the ruins floating within the crossroads, flickering with ancient magic and ready to draw them into another world.
Anticipation stirred in Lavellanâs stomach, her senses heightened and glaring at her warped reflection. The faint glow of the mirrorâs surface cast a strange light across the stone floor through the overgrown foliage around its frame, and the chill in the air seemed to seep into her bones.Â
Harding and Leliana exchanged glances behind her, but she hardly noticed, her heart thudding rapidly in her chest like a wild creature trying to escape its cage. Harding had seen this Lighthouse before, She knew what lay behind the Eluvian, all the memories hidden in Solasâ base of operations.
Lavellan knew Solas wouldnât be waiting for her on the other side. Instead, what awaited was everything he had left behindâhis memories, his isolation, the echoes of a life spent in the shadows. The thought of stepping into his world, of facing the remnants of his past and the pieces he had chosen to keep hidden, sent a wave of dread through her. She wasnât sure she was ready for what she might seeâfor how deeply his loneliness would be etched into every corner of this place
He had stopped appearing in her dreams, no matter how hard she searched the endless distance where he once stood, always watching over her from afar. Even when she reached out, heâd slip away like a shadow, yet his presence had brought her comfort. Night after night, she would speak to himâtell him how much she missed him, how she longed to change his heart. The wolf never answered, but the sorrow in his eyes cut deeper each time, and her desperation to find him only grew over the years.
Now, her dreams were empty, filled with nothing but the ache of waiting for a love that never came. Sleepless nights blurred together as she wondered if he had forgotten her, or if something terrible had happened to him. When Harding had brought news that Solas was alive but trapped in the Fade, it brought a measure of relief, yet doubt still gnawed at her. Would she find any sign that he remembered her in this place, or had she been lost to him as well?
Harding broke the silence, her voice gentle but laced with tension. âItâs⊠a lot to take in, but I thought you might want to see it.â She paused, then added, âWhenever youâre ready.â
Lavellanâs breath caught in her throat, a fresh wave of anxiety washing over her. Ready? She didnât think she ever could be. How could anyone prepare to see the deepest, most private parts of someone they loved, but had lost so long ago?Â
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She needed to do this, no matter how much it hurt. She needed to understand him in a way she hadnât before, to see his world, his pain, and his purpose. Where he had been all this time, if he remembered her. Even if he wasnât there to explain it himself.
Lavellan took a shaky, deep breath and stepped toward the mirror, the surface rippling as she neared. With a final glance back at Harding and Leliana, she stepped through and the two followed.
Emerging on the other side, her breath caught in her chest. The three stepped into a realm bathed in a warm, golden glow, as if suspended in the sky. Floating islands hovered in the distance, each dotted with autumn-hued trees as if kissed by sunlight, gently swaying in an unseen breeze. Ancient elven ruins, crumbled yet graceful, drifted among them, suspended in the air like forgotten dreams.
Before them stood a weathered statue of Fen'Harel, the Dread Wolf, positioned in the heart of the courtyard. It was a figure of a protectorâhis posture calm, watching over the space with an almost serene presence. Cracks ran through the stone, softened by patches of moss that had claimed him over time, as though nature itself had embraced him. The statue seemed ancient, yet resilient, a symbol of an age long past, guarding the Lighthouse like a silent sentinel.
Beyond the statue, the Lighthouse rose, stretching impossibly high into the sky, its top crowned by a bright magical light encased in a spinning golden roof. The beacon pulsed with an ethereal glow, guiding not only the lost but also wandering spirits seeking refuge. The golden accents that decorated the Lighthouse shimmered in the sunlight, long streams of green fabric dancing in the wind.
Lavellan marvelled at the beauty and serenity of the place as she continued towards the entrance of the Lighthouse, carefully stepping down the broken staircase. The large door opened as the three approached, allowing them to enter the towering building.
Her breath caught in her throat as she glanced at the faded murals stretching along the pathway, their muted colours leading into the centre of the Lighthouse. Each one told a storyâSolasâ time in Arlathan, his stories of rebellion, and the ancient history of the elves, including the tale of the Evanuris' downfall.The images on the walls, the stories painted into the stone, all reflected the weight of millennia.Â
Murals she had seen variations of before caught her eye, depicting FenâHarel freeing slaves and removing their Vallaslin, as he had once done for her. Another told the story of the Evanurisâ rise to power and their tyrannical ways, with FenâHarelâs outstretched arms attempting to show them they were not truly gods.
The Dalish legends she had grown up with had taught her to fear the Dread Wolf, to tread lightly lest the trickster god hear her footsteps. But now, knowing him as she didânot as the villain in their stories, but as the man who had fought to free his people, the man she lovedâher heart was torn. The fear remained, lingering like an old scar, but it was now tangled with love, understanding, and sorrow for what he had become.
Lavellan wandered through the Lighthouse, her steps slow as she absorbed the surroundings. Relics of a world long lost lay scattered around, each one steeped in both history and longing. The air felt thick with memoriesâsome sorrowful, others sacredâechoes of a time far beyond reach.
She found herself in a large room that appeared to be underwater, giant framed glass windows as a barrier between the water, with many schools of fish swimming through the depths. A lone green leather sofa was situated in the middle of the room, stuffed bookshelves lined the walls, and an array of candles scattered across the floor creating a cosy warmth that drew her in.Â
It was then that a soft flicker of candlelight against brilliant colours drew her gaze to a mural, its glow pulling at her like a distant memory. A set of candles was arranged on either side of the mural, almost as though it were a shrine. As she made her way towards the artwork, her heart sank deep into her stomach, a heavy weight settling in her chest.
The painting depicted a womanâone hand raised high, a radiant burst of green light pouring from her palm, the other clutching a sword close to her chest. Below the hilt, the familiar mark of the Inquisition gleamed. It was her.
The weight of this realisation struck her in an instant, chest tightening with disbelief, an ache settling deep as sorrow wrapped itself around her heart. Her likeness, immortalised in these ancient halls, was a reminder of what she once stood for, of the time they shared and the distance between them now.Â
Her fingers traced along the lines of the mural, imagining the strokes Solas had made, his hand dragging the brush across the stone with care. Every detail, every line, told her this was more than a mere addition to his collection of stories. This was crafted with love. He had painted her not just to remember her, but to hold onto her presence, as though each stroke was a vow to never let her fade from his memory.
Tears pooled along her eyelashes. She didnât know whether to feel honoured, heartbroken, or both. Every detail of the mural seemed to call out to her, each brushstroke a whisper of what had been, what was lost. Slowly, Lavellanâs gaze fell to a small wooden box resting beneath the mural, its presence unassuming, as though it had always been waiting for her.
Hands trembling, she reached for the box, dragging her fingertips along the warmed wood, and gently lifted the lid. Inside, nestled among the old wood, lay Solas' jawbone necklace. The one he had always worn. Lavellan paused, inspecting the familiar necklace before reaching to lift it from the box. The sensation of the cold bone and thick rope looped around it was almost foreign, yet the weight of its meaning was still heavy.
As the jawbone rested in her palm, memories surged through her mindâfragments of what they once had. She recalled how sheâd often tug him closer by the necklace, his lips moving against hers, fervent and desperate, as though her touch were the very air he breathed. She remembered idly tracing the rigid texture of the necklace as she lay against his chest, listening to the gentle rise and fall of his breath as he shared quiet stories of the Fade. Each moment felt as tangible as the cool bone now in her grasp.
She could no longer hold it with the same warmth she once had, but the connection to him, to their shared past, lingered still. The weight of the jawbone in her hand felt like a lifeline to the man she had been hunting for all these years. Desperate to keep that feeling close, she gently lifted the necklace over her head, letting the familiar curve of bone rest against her chest. It settled there, and for a brief moment, she felt as though she had him with her again.
Lavellan clutched the bone in her hand while blinking away the lingering tears which threatened to fall at any moment. As she moved forward, every step felt heavier, unable to shake the palpable sense of solitude that hung in the air. This place, with all its beauty, was not just a refuge for spirits. It was a place of mourningâa sanctuary for Solasâ lost hopes, where his memories whispered through every crack in the stone, and his loneliness lingered like a shadow.
Further in, a large dining table sat in the centre of the room. The long wooden surface stretched out before her, grand and ancient, yet only a single place setting lay at its headâa lone plate, a single cup, and neatly arranged cutlery beside them. An ache squeezed in her chest at the sight. This table, large enough for a gathering, bore only the quiet signs of one manâs solitary meals. Solas had sat here alone, day after day, surrounded by memories and ghosts of his old ambitions.Â
She couldnât bear the thought of him there, sitting quietly, the vast emptiness echoing through the room as he contemplated the burden of his mission. He had been so steadfast, so determined, yet the loneliness had seeped into every corner of his existence. How many nights had he sat here in silence, the weight of his choices pressing down on him, thinking that this was the only choice he had.
The simple setting was a stark reminder of everything he had left behind for his missionâcompanionship, love, the simple joys of shared moments. The pain choked at Lavellan's throat and the tears she had fought streamed down her skin as she took in the sight. She rested a hand on the back of the chair, picturing him there, staring into the distance across the table, as he grappled with the weight of millennia. He had shut everyone out, even those who would have fought beside him, and in doing so, had consigned himself to this eternal isolation.
Lavellan stood still by the table, the weight of her thoughts pushing down on her shoulders like a storm cloud on the verge of breaking. Her sadness gave way to a simmering anger that twisted deep in her chest. How could he have left herâleft themâlike this? If only Solas had confided in herâtrusted her with his truths. If only he had let her share the burden that had twisted his path into something unrecognisable. Things could have been different; they could have faced this together. She could have stood by his side, helped him bear the weight of his cause, find a better way, and maybe, just maybe, spared them both the pain of this isolation.
The thoughts of what could have been pierced through her, sharp and unyielding. How different would their lives have been if he hadnât pushed her away, if he hadnât shrouded himself in secrecy and left her to chase shadows for years? Heavy and unrelenting regret settled into her bones. They could have shared thisâthis fight, this journey. She had loved him enough to stay, to fight for him, but he had locked her out, too consumed by his purpose, too afraid to burden her with the truth.Â
Her fingers curled into her palms, hands clenched at her sides, frustration clawing its way up her body as she thought of the pain he had causedâhis actions had left Varric wounded, with the false gods free to wreak their havoc upon the world. He had condemned himself to isolation, convinced he was sparing her the pain when, in truth, he had only deepened the wound.
Maybe he had been too proud, too wrapped in his conviction that he had to bear this weight alone. He hadnât let her love him the way she could have. If only. If only things had been different. If only he had trusted her.
Lavellanâs thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing through the corridor. She wiped at her eyes hastily, straightening her posture as Leliana appeared at the doorway.
âTheyâve returned,â Leliana spoke softly. âRook and the others are back.â
Lavellan turned, her heart still heavy from the weight of her reflections. Without a word, she nodded, following Leliana out of the room and towards the group that had gathered in the main hall.
There was more to it nowâsheâd learned that Rook had formed a connection with Solas. A tether, almost, caused by the disrupted ritual. She had to know if there was a way, some hidden thread she could pull to reach him herself, to bridge the distance between them once more.Â
A spark of determination tingled through her skin. If Rook had found a way to connect, perhaps she could too.
Later that same evening, with the sharp sting of her discoveries still fresh in her chest, Lavellan found herself standing in the Fade.Â
Rook had spoken of how they had become connected to Solas through the ritual gone wrong, their fates intertwined, and Lavellan had seized upon that fragile link. It was all she neededâa thread, however thin, to follow him.
With Varricâs warning in her ears and Solasâ necklace warm against her skin, she stepped forward, stumbling through the dark and desolate landscape of the Fade. The twisted remnants of broken elven statues loomed around her, their cracked surfaces glinting dully in the ethereal light, like forgotten memories trapped in stone. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burnt magic, a bitter tang that clung to her tongue, tainted by a ritual gone horribly wrong.Â
As she moved, the ground crumbled beneath her feet, each step sending a shiver through her body as she navigated the uneven terrain. She could feel Solasâ presenceâdistant, yet unmistakableâlike a flickering flame in the depths of her mind, pulling her forward despite the air of despair that settled around her like a shroud. Echoes of lost voices whispered through the stillness, their lamentations brushing against her ears, urging her to keep searching in this forsaken place.
She had worked so hard to find him over the past ten years, constantly reaching for him in her dreams only for him to slip away like a fading memory. Her relief at hearing he was alive warred with the anger gnawing at her heart. He had stopped appearing in her dreams, and for so long she had feared the worstâafraid he had been consumed by his mission, or worse, by his pride. Yet here he was, trapped in the Fade, perhaps lost in his own way.
The thought of him being trapped, cut off from everything, pulled at her heart. Just as she had found him again, he was suffering. But that grief mixed with a simmering anger. He had hurt Varric, who had only been trying to stop him from making a terrible mistake.
Her steps quickened, the greyed path through the Fade twisting and bending as though it were alive. She remembered Varricâs wordsâhow he had tried to stop Solas, how Solas, in his struggle tugging at the lyrium dagger, had let it go too far. The thought stung, reopening the old wounds that had never fully healed. He had hurt someone they both cared about. Had it been an accident, or had his obsession with his plan blinded him to everything else?
It was then she saw him. Solas stood at the edge of the platform, his presence powerful and untouchable like a distant star. His eyes caught hers with a knowing look, as though he had been expecting her all along.Â
His strong stance wavered ever so slightly, a near imperceptible shift. Somehow, he was even more beautiful than she remembered. He was draped in dark leather armour that hugged his frame, his broad shoulders embellished with gold which decorated his chest as well. His face remained sharp and regal, though it now carried a colder edge. The weight of his millennia-old burden clung to him, as heavy as the Fade around them.
The sight of him sent a rush of warmth through her, but it was quickly swallowed by the bitter pang of nostalgia and regret, memories crashing over her like an ice cold wave. Lavellanâs voice faltered, the carefully rehearsed words slipping from her grasp, lost under the crushing gravity of his presence. For countless nights, she had imagined this momentâeach conversation, every plea, practised over and over. But now, as he stood before her, all those thoughts scattered like dust, leaving her speechless.
âSolas.â
Her voice trembled with the only thing she could utter, a raw mix of anger and longing breaking free. Lavellan felt the years between them collapse. The sorrow, the love, the pain, and the angerâit all surged forward, overwhelming her in an instant.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Solasâ expression remained guarded, though the tension in his jaw and the weariness in his eyes betrayed him. His lips parted, as though he might speak, but the words died unspoken on his tongue. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken history.
Lavellanâs heart raced as she struggled to steady her breath, emotions crashing over her: love, anger, and grief all vying for control. She wanted to scream at him for the pain he'd causedâto her friends, to her. She wanted to demand answers, to weep for his loneliness, for how lost he had become. But she also longed to run into his arms, to hold him so tightly he could never leave again, to feel the warmth of his lips, to taste the love they once shared.
Across the distance, Solas silently soaked in the sight before him. Amidst the boundless darkness of his prison, his heart stood before him once more. A dull ache crawled from his chest into his throat as he noticed how time had touched her. Soft lines had etched themselves across her skinâsubtle, almost imperceptible to anyone but him. She looked exhausted, as though the years had been heavy, yet her beauty had not faded. Her eyes still held the same fire, the same brightness that had captivated him.Â
His gaze fell to her arm, the gleam of metal catching his eyeâher prosthetic. The sight of it twisted his heart into a deep, bitter knot of guilt. She had lost her arm because of choices he had made. Though removing it would save her from an untimely end, her connection to the Anchor would have consumed her had the arm remained. However, that knowledge offered little comfort.Â
It was because of him. she had been marked in the first place, that she had been forced to bear that burden, to lose part of herself for a cause that had never truly been hers to fight. He carefully swallowed the pain in his throat in an attempt to mask the surge of sorrow that threatened to break through.
For a heartbeat, the distance between them seemed insurmountable and never ending. Yet the connection they had forged so long ago, deep and unshakable, remainedâlike a tether drawing them together even now.Â
Solas shifted subtly, searching the depths of his mind for words that could bridge the chasm of time and pain between them. No words could repair the damage that had been done, not a single syllable could undo the devastation he had caused.
âVhenanâŠâ he whispered at last, his voice rough, heavy with all the things left unsaid. It was the only word he could manage, the only truth left to him, spoken as though it held within it all his love and regret. The word hung in the air like a fragile promise.
The harsh and unforgiving hand of grief gripped Lavellanâs heart at the sound of his endearment. It had been so long since she had heard the word leave his lips, and yet it was the sameâsoft, full of meaning. She placed one foot in front of the other, taking a tentative step forward, her fingers brushing against the jawbone necklace, grounding her in the reality of the moment. The memory of their love flooded her, the fluttering which overwhelmed her belly when he would call her his heart, mingling with the anger that still smouldered in her chest.
âWhat have you done, Solas?â Her voice cracked through her cutting words, the accusation spilling through her lips before she could bite her tongue. âYou stopped coming to me. You wereâŠtearing the Veil apart, and then Varricââ She swallowed hard, her eyes burning with unshed tears. âYou didnât stop. You hurt him, and now⊠the false gods are free and ready to destroy this world.â
Her words were sharp, biting, but beneath the anger was the raw, unspoken truth: she loved him. She always had. And seeing her proud, cunning love like thisâtrapped in the cage of his own creationâcut deeper than any wound she had ever known.
Solasâ eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his head bowing beneath the shameful weight of her words. When his eyes found her again, there was a subtle flicker in his gazeâsomething raw and aching, a depth of emotion she couldnât quite define. Regret, perhaps, or something far more tangled and broken.Â
âIt was not supposed to happen this way,â he murmured, voice thin and weary, as if even the admission pained him, the words almost too heavy to continue. âI had a plan. The ritual, I was moving them to another prison. But Varric interfered, he disrupted a dangerous ritual. I did not intend for him to get hurt.â
The flame in Lavellanâs eyes blazed with fury, her voice trembling as the words tumbled out without a second thought. "Varric was our friend, Solas. Youâve gone too far. He wasnât aware of your intentions. He tried to stop you, tried to make you see reason, and youâ" She faltered, the pain caught in her throat reducing her voice to a weak whisper.Â
Though Varric still lived, his fate was uncertain, the magic from the lyrium-infused dagger weaving through his veins unpredictably. Her dear friend had only wanted to helpâand yet, he had paid the painful price for it.Â
The hardened resolve in Solasâ eyes wavered, his brow furrowing with the slightest shake of his head. âIâm sorry,â he uttered, the words quiet, but laden with everything left unspoken.Â
âThatâs all you have to offer? After everything thatâs happened? After all this time?â Lavellanâs words sliced through the air, her voice was low yet biting. Her fingers curled in, hands tense at her sides as her frustration simmered just beneath the surface.Â
She was torn between the depth of her love and the hot flame of her anger. She had missed him so achinglyâevery day without him was a quiet tormentâbut now, seeing him like this, the one sheâd loved so fiercely, all she could feel was the cold sting of his absence, the ache of betrayal. He had left her, and worse, he had hurt Varric in his reckless pursuit.Â
And now, after everything he had done, he stood there with regret etched into his sharp features, yet offering nothing more than a simple apology. She could see the remorse in his eyes, he meant it, but it wasnât enoughânot after everything. She longed to reach out to him, to close the distance between them, but the wound was too fresh, too raw. How could she bridge the gap when all he had to offer were those meagre words?
âNothing can change what I have already done,â Solas sighed, the sound long and weary, as though carrying the burden of centuries.Â
âI know,â she replied, her voice trembling with the heaviness of her admission. âYou canât undo whatâs been done⊠but you can still do better. You can still choose differently.â
Solas studied her, his expression unreadable for a moment, though the gravity of her words seemed to hang between them. "Better choices do not erase what has already been set in motion," he spoke quietly, his tone almost resigned, as though he carried the inevitability of his fate like a burden.
âSo what, you'll just let the world fall apart because it's already in motion? You think destroying this world will somehow lead to salvation?â Lavellan began, her voice cold and cutting. Her eyes locked onto his, unflinching as she took a hard step forward. âThe elven people youâre trying to save? Thereâll be nothing left for them if you donât help us stop this madness now.âÂ
Her words hit him like a sudden gust, rattling the walls he had built around himself. For a moment, his defences collapsed under the truth of her words. But then, almost instinctively, he pulled them back up, his expression hardening as his gaze held hers.
â'Did you come only to scold me, Vhenan? Or is there more you wish to say?â
Lavellanâs breath quickened at his response, the fire in her eyes dimming for just a moment as his question hung in the air. The silence between the two stretched, filled with all the things that had never been said, all the pain, all the longing in their time apart. She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it, struggling to speak past the heaviness of her own heart.Â
"There is plenty I wish to say. But in truth, I came becauseâ" She managed to murmur, the words catching in her throat. Her feet moved before her mind could stop them, stepping slowly towards Solas. "Because I was worried about you. Because I wanted to see you." Her voice was raw, as if speaking the truth aloud burned at her tongue. "BecauseâŠeven after everything Iâ"
Solasâ head tilted ever so slightly, his expression softening as his furrowed brows relaxed, and for a fleeting second, something in him seemed to break. The unspoken bond between them, ever-present and undeniable, pulled at him once more. He reached out, almost as if drawn by the force of her words, but stopped himself just short.
He wanted nothing more than to hold her close to him and never let her go again. To let every thought spill from his lips and confess his love for her as if it were the first time. The warmth of her presence was only growing closer as she stepped further in his direction, her beautifully intoxicating scent stirring memories of their past together. He craved her fiercelyâthe softness of her lips, the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips, her lovely voice whispering words of love that echoed in his heart.
But the shrinking space between them felt like a chasm born not only of time, but of all the hurt and chaos he had left in his wake. He didnât deserve her. Not after his failure. Not after what he had done. He couldn't bear to drag her into the darkness of his journey, a path that he believed would only lead to death. She deserved so much more than the ruins of his mistakes.Â
He imagined the weight of his choices suffocating her, dimming the light that had always drawn him in. Yet as she drew nearer, he could feel the pull of her more acutely, as though the Fade itself conspired to draw them together. The ache of her absence, the torment of his own regretânone of it could dampen the magnetic force that still lingered between them.
"You should hate me," he spoke quietly, his voice barely more than a breath. "After everything Iâve done. All of the pain I have caused."
Lavellan had closed the never-ending distance between them, the air around them thick with an intensity that took her breath away. Her already racing heart quickened, emboldened by a sudden rush, a defiance against the pain that had lingered for far too long. With a trembling hand, she reached for him, her fingertips brushing against his cheek. The connection was electric, sending shivers through her, reigniting a fire that warmed her very core.
In that moment, all his carefully constructed walls began to crumble, melting away beneath her touch. She could see the tension in his shoulders ease, the weight of his regrets momentarily lifting. Their breaths mingled in the space between them, a fragile intimacy that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
It had been years since they last stood face-to-face, their encounters reduced to her lone whispers in her dreams. Each night, she yearned for the warmth of his presence, the comfort of his touch, imagining the feel of his skin against hers, the sound of his voice calling her name. The ache of separation had clawed at her heart, and she knew he had felt it tooâa longing that transcended the boundaries of their worlds.Â
"I tried," she confessed, her voice heavy with emotion, barely above a whisper. "I tried to hate you, but I canât, Vhenan. I could never."
Solasâ resolve crumbled even further, the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes undeniable. âI never wanted you to see what Iâve become. I do not deserve your forgiveness,â he pushed further in a weak attempt to suppress the overpowering love that threatened to consume him.Â
âI know you cannot change what you have done,â She began through her breath, gently placing her prosthetic hand against his armoured chest and meeting his eyes directly, as though reaching into the depths of his heart. âBut I see you, Solas. I see the burden you carry, Iâve seen what you hide in your Lighthouse. It hasnât changed the way I feel about you.â
Her touch unravelled him completely, cutting through the barriers he had so meticulously built to keep her at a distance and protect her. For all the power that pulsed within him, he was utterly powerless before her. His breath was hitched in his throat, his senses overwhelmed and intoxicated by her nearness. All words escaped him, and instead, he clutched her prosthetic hand to his chest, his knuckles brushing the delicate skin of her cheek, drinking in the moment as if it were the last.
The space between the two vanished, the long-forgotten warmth of each otherâs touch easing the ache of a lifetime apart. Starved of the love they had once shared, the air around them grew heavy with anticipation. The energy between them hummed, drawing them closer with each breath, until their eyes flitted shut, surrendering to the inevitable pull of their connection.
âVhenanâŠâ Solas found his voice once more, before the thread which held him together finally snapped and his lips found hers.
The kiss, at first tentative, quickly deepened as the years of distance, longing, and unspoken words melted between them. It wasnât gentle; it was desperate, filled with the ache of years apart, with the pain of betrayal and the hope of forgiveness. Lavellanâs hands instinctively reached for him, fingers curling against the cool, textured surface of his armour as if he might slip away again, as if this moment might vanish like a fleeting dream. His hand cradled the back of her head, pulling her closer still, like a drowning man grasping for air.
Solas trembled against her, the control he had so precisely maintained for years finally unravelling in her embrace. Every heartbeat, every breath shared in their kiss spoke of the time they had lost and the memories they had clung to in the dark.Â
He clutched at her waist, tugging her impossibly close, as though she might disappear if he allowed any distance open between them. The taste of her lipsâfamiliar and sweetâsent a rush of emotion surging through his mouth and into his heart, blooming with love. It was a taste he had dreamed of, mixed with grief, regret, and the bittersweet recognition of all the time they could never reclaim.
For Lavellan, kissing him felt like breaking the surface after endless years submerged in sorrow. She had imagined this reunion, longed for it in her loneliest moments, but nothing could have prepared her for the rawness of it now, the intensity of feeling his warmth, his breath, after so long. Her lips moved fervently against his, as if she could anchor them both in the present, as if this kiss could hold them together while the world threatened to crumble around them.
Time seemed to slow, each second stretching into eternity as their spirits reached for one another, desperate to bridge the chasm of all that had been lost. The air around them shimmered with the intensity of their emotions, the soft crackle of magic lingering like static electricity. Tears mingled between their lips, and Lavellan found herself unsure if they were born from her own heartache or Solasâ sorrow.Â
When at last they reluctantly parted, it was only enough to breathe, their foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling in the narrow space between them. The warmth of Solasâ skin contrasted with the coolness of the Fade around them. His fingers brushed her cheek, wiping away a tear, his eyes searching hers with a mix of reverence and sorrow, as if committing her face to memory all over again.
âI have missed you,â Solas admitted through a trembling breath, his voice fraying at the edges, each syllable thick with longing and vulnerability. âEvery moment, I have missed you.â
Lavellanâs heart stilled at his confession, the pain sheâd carried for so long softening, giving way to a quiet joy she had scarcely dared to feel. It was realâhis yearning, his regret. He had missed her, and in hearing those words, a wave of warmth rushed through her, filling the hollow space his absence had left behind, like sunlight breaking through a dark, heavy cloud.
âAs have I,â she whispered, her voice a breath, an ache. âI love you, Solas.â
The distance between them vanished once more as she closed the space with her lips. An electric tangle of desperation and love crackled in the air, as if they could pour every stolen moment of the past ten years into this one kiss. She breathed the words against his lipsâ Ar lath ma. I love you, I love you, over and over, with each fleeting pause for air. One hand gripped his broad shoulder as though holding onto the thread of the life they might still have together, while the other skimmed gingerly across his sharp jaw, the cool metal of her fingertips shooting a shiver down his spine.
As their lips moved together, she tasted the faint remnants of the Fade on himâlike the bittersweet tang of twilight and the warmth of embers long extinguished. The air was thick with unspoken promises, Solasâ scent enveloping her, an earthy blend of ancient forests, fragrant herbs, and a whisper of magic that felt both familiar and achingly distant. Her heart raced, a wild drum echoing in her ears, as she felt the world around them fade into insignificance. In that moment, nothing else matteredâjust the two of them, entwined in a dance of love and longing, the taste of their shared past lingering sweetly on their tongues.
Solas drew a tight breath, his lips forming the words in return, âAr lath ma, I love you,â each confession fragile and tender, as if speaking it aloud made the moment more real. His hands cupped her face with reverence, fingers tracing the contours of her skin as if rediscovering her all over again, as though he needed to believe this wasnât some fading dream. She was truly here with him, loving him still, despite all that had come between them. And with each kiss, each murmured promise of love, he felt the final crumbling of the walls he had built to protect himself from thisâthis undeniable truth that she saw him, truly, as he was: Fen'Harel, the Dread Wolf. And still, she chose himâSolas.
Warm, fresh tears streamed down his cheeksâtears of relief, not of sorrow, and for the first time in an age, he felt lighter, the burden of millennia softening in her embrace.Â
Lavellanâs fingers traced the familiar lines of his face, feeling the tension in his jaw slowly release. She caught her breath, pressing her forehead gently to his once more, letting the moment wrap around them like a fragile cocoon, holding them together.
They no longer needed words. There was no need for promises, no talk of what came next.
For now, they were simply hereâtogether.
Solasâ hands held her tightly against him, as if memorising every curve of her, grounding himself in her presence, in the warmth of her body pressed to his. He drank in every bit of her, enraptured by the way her eyes sparkled with the tears she had shed. There was no one more beautiful, in body and spirit.
The world beyond them faded into the abyssâno ancient gods, no torn Veil, no crumbling ruins. Just the rhythmic sound of their breaths mingling between them, the quiet beat of their hearts within their chests, steady and sure. For so long, he had dreamed of this, and yet the reality of it was more than he could have ever imagined.
Lavellan clutched him closer, as if to say all the things she couldnât form with her lips, as if to tell him that here, in this moment, she chose himânot FenâHarel, not the Dread Wolf. Just Solas.
And as they stayed there, lost in each other, neither knew how long the moment would lastâonly that, for now, it was enough.
#solas x lavellan#solavellan#solas x inquisitor#solas x female lavellan#solavellen hell#solas dragon age#solas#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#dragon age the veilguard#datv spoilers#dragon age veilguard#veilguard#da4#the veilguard#datv#angst with a happy ending#angst#oneshot#fluff#lighthouse#lavellan
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we all know Solas definitely sketches Lavellan, but what if she could draw too?
#was testing out a new charcoal brush set and came out with this incredibly messy sketch (but i kinda like it??)#i needed to draw some feel-good slice of life fluff for these two#is this essentially a meta sketch dump?#emrys lavellan#inquisitor lavellan#female inquisitor#dragon age#dai#dragon age inquisition#dragon age dreadwolf#dragon age the veilguard#da dreadwolf#da4#solavellan#solas#solas dragon age#dragon age fanart#da fanart#digital art#my art#bishiart#refs are from pinterest!
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One of my many Solavellan head cannons.
They traveled together for months, years even. Don't tell me these lovesick fools didn't regularly disappear into the woods together, to have a quiet romantic moment away from the prying eyes of the other companions.
Mixed media on paper.
#Only to return to the morning back to camp with Lavellan having slightly more dishelved hair than usual.#and Dorian commenting on it immediately ofcourse#Like their romance is incredibly angsty but i really wished there had been more scenes of them just them having a sweet and intimate moment#I mean yes there is the balcony scene at skyhold#but solas literally runs off when he confesses his love for Lavellan. LOL#talk about running away from his feelings#kinda hard to run away from your love when you are travelling months together. I imagine they have had moments where they basked-#-in the newness of it all. A moment of quiet understanding and feeling alive. Of new love.#Ugh these two#solasmance#Solavellan headcannons#solas x female lavellan#solas x inquisitor#inquisitor lavellan#my art#solas#dragon age inquisition#art#my fanart#dai#drawing#traditonal illustration#pencil art#the dreaded husband rises#the dread egg#solas dragon age#solavellan fluff#solavellan fanart#dragon age dreadwolf#da: dreadwolf
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hello tumblr can I interest you in a collection of various unfinished doodles I am too embarrassed to keep inundating my art blog with? đ
woe. solavellan's be upon ye.
#solas#solavellan#da:i#evie lavellan#my art#i'm truly in my cringe era i'm so so sorry#but i made this side blog to be unhinged and free so here i am i guess#mostly some inquisition era fluff n sillies#but some dreadwolf what if reunion??? and also the idea of mortal + immortal lifespans :') if they just stayed together au#u kno... the usual angst LMAO#raisin evie is cute tho... lil old lady ...#the real question now is if i'll be brave enough to post any spicy doodles here now ain't it.#guess we will see#dragon age#solas x lavellan#solasmance
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Remus: *reading his book in the library*
Remus: *Hears soft classical music in the distance*
Regulus: *Reading a table next to him, having his earphones on full volume*
Remus: James, do you hear that to?
James: Oh, the classical music? That is reggie. He loves that kind of music
Remus: *Walks up to Regulus* What song is that?
Regulus: Oh, just Solas from Jamie Duffie. Don't think you know it.
Remus: *stares at him* That's my favorite classical song.
Regulus and Remus: *Dark academy fangirls squealing*
Sirius: *just walked in to the library* Is that my brother? And my boyfriend? Bonding?
#sirius black#remus x sirius#platonic#platonic moonwater#james x regulus#regulus black#marauders#dark academia#fangirls#fuck jkr#brother and bf#classical music#Solas Jamie duffie is a good fucking song#we love a bit of fluff#anti jkr#regulus deserved better#regulus being a little shit#regulus being regulus#remus is so done
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Snowfall at Skyhold (memory) snowball fight
Peace lay within the walls of Skyhold. A carpet of thick white snow steadily rose without, thick white flakes falling silent from the sky.
Lavellan lay warm within the embrace of Solasâ arms as he read to her, his cadence low, lilting over the words, transforming them to spoken song.
She shifted, pulling the covers over her bare legs, entwined with his. Her eyelashes brushed against her cheeks as she yawned wide, cozy as a cat.
The arm Solas had around her waist squeezed gently in response to the squeaking sound she made, his heart soft and full of tender love for the woman relaxing against him. Her thick hair tumbling across his chest, her curves lush and pressed intimate against his own body.
He continued reading aloud, a ritual of sorts they had whenever peace settled upon them. The book was one of the texts he had long carried with him, written in the elven language. Lavellan was fascinated by the rhythmic language of her lost ancestors, intent on having him teach her as much as he could. This open, inquisitive nature one of the many virtues within her soul he had grown to cherish.
After thoroughly dozing off, lulled by the steady thrum of Solasâ voice, Lavellan roused herself with a deep inhalation. She turned her face against his chest and pressed her lips over where his heart beat. âIt is far too comfortable in here for our own good.â
Solas hummed in satisfaction, placing the tome aside and gathering her fully in his arms as she shifted, her body sliding against him in ways that made him shiver despite the heat. He looked with deepest affection upon her face, his long fingers taking her under the chin and tilting her face up so he could see her eyes reflecting the firelight. âWe have earned this respite. The forces of red templars have been dwindled thanks in large part to your efforts.â As ever, he laid the credit at her feet. Solas kissed her forehead, lingering to inhale the scent of her hair. âNot to mention there is no possibility of travel in this sort of weather.â
ïżœïżœHmmâŠI suppose you have a point.â She replied, with a happy sigh. âHow very unfortunate for us.â
âUnfortunate indeed.â Solas murmured.
She felt him smile against her skin, her lips turning upwards in their turn. She slid her leg down his, shifting her body over his and pressing him down against the soft mattress.
Their lips met softly at first, then he deepened the kiss as he was wont to do in moments such as these. Crystalline fragments he gathered like lingering snowflakes in his hand, selfishly desperate for as much of her as the heavens would give.
Read the rest here:
To Where Your Soul Travels, There Go I - Chapter 3 - MysticAwareness - Dragon Age: Inquisition [Archive of Our Own]
#solas#solavellan#dragon age inquisition#solas x lavellan#solas x inquisitor#solas x female lavellan#solas romance#fenharel#dragon age#solas fic#solas fanfic#drabble#ao3 fanfic#only a hint at smut#fluff overall#because I cannot get enough of these two nerds#solavellan fic
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'Dreamers' A quiet evening
Solas x Lavellan, available as print here.
Mixed media on paper
#the fear I felt while drawing Solas' eyelashes with a permanent fineliner#sweating#Like I still want to start drawing digital once upon a future#but perhaps I am addicted to the adrenalin of trying to NOT fuck up a drawing without a ctrl Z?#Like#I am living on the edge here#living the dangerous life#there are no mistakes just happy accidents#This Solavellan piece is just some cosy fluff for all those suffering in Solavellan hell#hope it keeps you warm#:)#solavellan#drawing#my art#solas#dragon age inquisition#my fanart#dai#solasmance#da: inquisition#solas x female lavellan#solas x oc#solas x inquisitor#solavellan fluff#available as print#daze chroma#dazechroma#Solavellan fanart#dragon age#dragon age fanart
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I've made a deal with myself to let Bull and Solas interact a lot in any Solas fics I write (which won't be too long or plot heavy until I'm happy with how I write Solas) bc I think their dynamic is really fun. I need them to give each other shit and by the maker I'll be the one who makes it happen.
#dragon age inquisition#solas dragon age#solas#the iron bull#iron bull#fanfic#I'm about halfway through a draft that's just fluff super excited to finish it#I hope no one minds bi Solas bc#My inky is a dude lol#The perils of being a gay man and falling for the worst men you possibly can#dragon age
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Six Sentence Sunday (but itâs Wednesday)
Thanks for @thebookworm0001 for the tag.
A new WIP time when Solas and Theneras are just getting to know each other. Might be more than six sentences. Just a little fluff.
Creators, the only thing she hated more than horses was how she felt after getting off of one. Two weeks in the saddle had left her sore and chafed. Now floating alone, late at night, in the warm water of the Haven bathhouse, she began to feel, if not restored, more like herself.
When she heard the door to the bath house open she groaned inwardly. The last thing she wanted was to share her bath with a simpering human convinced she was the avatar of some god she didn't believe in. She heard cloth being pulled over skin as the person undressed. Then a figure materialized out of the darkness and into the light of the single candle she had lit.
"I'm apologize," a low, musical voice murmured. "I did not think anyone would be utilizing the bath house this late."
It was Solas and he was completely naked.
Tagging (no pressure): @broodwolf221 @rosieofcorona
#let's just say she is delighted by this turn of events#dragon age#solas#dragon age inquisition#solavellan#dai#wip#six sentence sunday#a little fluff before the certain heartbreak of Veilguard
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We're BACK with more!
(because I can't get enough of our infuriatingly beautiful, complicated, multi-layered egg man)
Thank you for the love on my last one! <3
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Sugar & Spice
Solas' penchant for fancy Orlesian desserts is taken advantage of.
aka Solas discovers how down bad he actually is.
Words: 2,473
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#dragon age#solavellan#solavellan fluff#solas dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dorian pavus#solavellan hell#elowen lavellan#dragon age fic#solavellan fic#dragon age the veilguard#lavellan#my writing#writeblr#solas x lavellan#solasmancer
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posting one more solavellan fluff fic before Veilguard drops
Title: Where Love is Concerned
Summary:
Each movement was intricate. Each slip of a needle through a loop of yarn yielded little progress. He moved stitches between four needles and consulted measurements as he went. The yarn he wove was as thin as thread, the needles so small they cramped his hands.
But then there was the thought of what lay at the end of his troubles: a gift. He thought of itâmade whole and fit for givingâand that was enough to carry him forward.
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Solas knits Eira a gift.
Rating: G
Genre: F/M
Word Count: 1,305
Additional tags: #Alternate Universe - Post-Canon #Happy Ending AU #Fluff #Knitting #Domestic Fluff #Gift Giving #Love Languages #this is pure fluff about knitting someone a small gift #Canon Disabled Character #Tooth-Rotting Fluff
#solavellan#solavellan fic#fluff#my fic#my writing#solas fic#this has been in my drafts for awhile but with veilguard so close and my nerves so high I decided to finally edit it and post#because i need some fluff lol
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I am SO mad at Solas rn.
So Iâm playing DA Inquisition for the first time rn and Iâm a female elf romancing solas. Just got to the Vallaslin reveal about it being the marks of slaves.
He offers to remove it and I deadass spent minutes agonizing over the choice. I decide to remove the vallaslin and THIS BASTARD.
HE LEFT! Now I wasnât expecting much. But I was expecting him to at least NOT panic and leave.
And yeah Ik who he his bc tumblr spoiled it and that thereâs a lot of fear and doubt going through him. BUT DUDE.
Your girl just GAVE UP a large part of her heritage. That means sheâs in an extremely vulnerable emotional state rn. She needs comfort and reassurance. YOU DONT LEAVE HER. Have your panic attack after sheâs in a stable place!!
#DAI#dragon age inquisition#solas#absolute BASTARD egg man#coward#I legitimately cannot believe him#I totally reloaded and chose to keep it btw#I wasnât even entirely sold on removing it anyways#I did it bc I was hoping for some fluff#plus my character DID look wrong without her vallaslin#but I coulda gotten over that if I was fed some fluff#bad soup
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This fic contains Dragon Age: The Veilguard ending spoilers, so the description and a preview are under the cut.
Three years after the last time she saw Solas, Rook decides to track him down to check in with him, much to the consternation of Davrin, who worries about her reuniting with a past adversary. What she finds when she encounters Solas is far different from what she had anticipated.
Solas was always like a beacon in the Fade; a light visible, but one easily ignored unless she needed to seek him out. Today, she wanders through a forest; the beacon above her shimmering a bright purple and green, depending on the angle she looks. With each step, she wonders if a demon is sending her astray; there are no ruins here, simply trees and the chirp of birdsong. âFuckinâ shitmuffin,â she mutters to no one in particular.
The trees grow sparse, bringing her to a clearing. In the centre of the clearing is, not a ruin, but a cottage constructed out of grey bricks, with a thick, dark wood door and roof. Surrounding the cottage is a garden full of plants - flowers she couldnât begin to name, but also herbs, vegetables and medicinal plants. Flanking the cobbled pathway to the door are frescoed walls. The first is of a short elven woman with bright red lips and short, silver-white hair kissing a bald man in the courtyard of a small town. The second shows the same two people sitting on a sand dune staring up at stars in the sky. Then, a more suggestive one of intertwined hands against a wooden headboard, the palm of the smaller hand glowing green.
âYou would paint a fresco of the two of you fucking but be classy as shit about it, wolfy,â she says to herself, shaking her head.
#solavellan#solavellan fanfic#Solas#Rook#rook dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#j's fics#datv#da4 spoilers#datv spoilers#da4#veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#Iris Lavellan#Melody Laidir#Fluff#Post-Veilguard
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Someday I'll Write It (Sneak Peek):
âA little advice?â Sola smirked. âInside right elbow.â
âSola!â PadmĂ© cried out in protest.
âPadmĂ©Ă©Ă©Ă©Ă©,â Sola whined back, before lowering her voice and pressing a raised finger to her lips. âKeep it down, would you? My kids are trying to nap.â
Ignoring PadmĂ©âs glare of betrayal, Sola winked a conspiratorial blessing at Anakin, then quickly disappeared down the stairs, leaving the young couple to sort themselves out.
Squirming for all she was worth, PadmĂ© sought to use Anakinâs momentary distraction against him. Her efforts werenât worth much; already at an advantage with her up against the wall, Anakin easily smothered PadmĂ©âs futile attempts to escape. Pressing his hips further into the cradle of hers freed his hands to capture her flailing right arm, twisting it gently but purposefully up and away from her so that he could discover more about the traitorously revealed tickle zone. Methodically, Anakin peeled back the long sleeve covering PadmĂ©âs right arm, and when her narrowed gaze did nothing to stop his fingers from descending to her exposed elbow, PadmĂ© frantically tried to use the only form of rebellion she had left in her dwindling arsenal.
Deliberately, Padmé ground her hips into his though it was to no avail. Her movements to distract him became less focused and increasingly wilder as his thumb dragged deliriously back and forth over her vulnerable, delicate skin.
âAni, no! Ani, please!â PadmĂ© cried, laughing helplessly between gasping protests. With her free hand, she shoved hard at his immoveable shoulder, writhing in one last ditch endeavor to halt another barrage, squealing loudly when, âNo, no, no, Ani!â suddenly became a breathless,  âOhhhhhhhhâŠâ
The shudder that went through her when he traded his roving fingertips for lips sprung from pleasure of a completely different variety. That betrayingly familiar tremor more than anything stopped Anakin instantly in his torturous track.
Pulling back, his own eyes wide with pleasant surprise, he grinned devilishly at her. âReally?â
âI⊠I⊠I didnâtâŠâ PadmĂ© stammered, coherent thought suddenly difficult with the cerulean hope staring down at her. Licking her lips, she tried again, âI didnât know about that.âÂ
âShould we find out more then?â Anakin whispered huskily, nuzzling his way back and placing an open mouth kiss to her elbowâs soft crook. Tantalized by his touch, her tender flesh erupted in chilled goosebumps even as her insides dissolved with molten heat.  Â
âPlease,â PadmĂ© practically begged.
#anakin skywalker#padme amidala#anidala#someday i'll write it#fanfic ideas#sola naberrie#fan thoughts#tickle fights turned spicy#star wars#sw fanfic#anidala fluff and fun#i still have no idea what starts this tickle fight#but i'm fairly certain i know how it ends
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