After Trespasser I think I am in some dire need of Papa!Solas... wink wink nudge nudge
This takes place in a fixed Thedas; Solas didn’t destroy the world, but found another solution with Lavellan instead. So yeah, happy ending!
The crystals in the room illuminated it with a soft, soothing light, the sound of magic in the air the only noise that could be heard between the painted walls and ceiling.
Two figures lay on the huge bed, holding each other in a tight embrace, their limbs tangled together; the woman slowly stirred and opened her eyes with a moan.
Lavellan looked at her husband and giggled: the pillow had left a funny mark on his face, clear sign that they had slept a lot and well, and she caressed it with a fingertip, making him mumble.
“Solas.” she called. “We should get up.”
He squeezed her waist and pushed his knee further between her legs, lifting her nightgown and causing her to yelp. He grinned.
“Why, vhenan?” he asked, his voice a sleepy slur. “We have all the time in the world and this bed is way too comfortable. We cannot possibly leave it.”
“Varric and Dorian will be here soon. They are coming to visit us.” she reminded him, poking his chest with her right hand. She had removed her magically-summoned left arm for the night and the long sleeve of her nightgown hung loose.
She started to playfully hit Solas’ naked chest with that too until he groaned and hid his face in the crook of her neck. The hand on her waist went lower until it reached her butt and she laughed, pressing a kiss on her husband’s cheek.
“I do not remember such a thing, my wife.” Solas mumbled, voice muffled against her skin, and she sighed fondly and kissed his face again.
“So you don’t remember that they visit us thrice a year to officially discuss and update the terms of our alliance?”
“And you don’t remember that the real reason is to visit our children and spoil them terribly?”
She giggled. “Is your memory suddenly getting worse, ma vhenan?”
“I assure you, my memory is perfectly fine.” Solas pressed his lips on the soft skin of her neck, then raised his head and smiled at her. “In fact, I just remembered something very important.”
He gently lifted her chin and kissed her, his other hand stroking the soft expanses of skin under her nightgown. She clung to his shoulder, gasping into his mouth, and he smiled.
“Good morning, my love.” he said, pulling away, but not much, just enough to let her breathe and watch her flushed face. His smile was playful, a bit smug, but also so, so sweet. “Sleep well?”
She nodded - her smile bright and happy -, breathless, her eyes twinkling, and then he pulled her into his arms again, determined to spend the rest of the day in bed until something or someone literally dragged them out of it.
“Solas!” she said, a bit alarmed. “They will be here soon!”
“Then they will call us. Until that moment, let us stay right there.” he trapped her in his gentle, loving embrace, and started to press humid, open-mouthed kiss on every inch of bare skin he could find, from her face to her left arm. She giggled again and the sound made his heart soar.
They were about to lose themselves into each other under the furs and blankets covering the bed, when the door of their rooms opened and two pairs of small feet padded their way inside.
Lavellan gasped and quickly adjusted the nightgown that Solas had lowered from her chest to kiss her breasts; he hurriedly fixed his pants and when two heads appeared on the edge of bed, peering on it, they were more or less presentable.
“Mamae, Papae!” the two kids - a little boy and a little girl - exclaimed, cheerful and lively, their cheeks red, their eyes devoid of any tiredness or sleep. “Uncle Dorian and Uncle Varric are here!”
“Already?” Lavellan gasped, turning to Solas, her smile big, satisfied, smug. “Isn’t that odd, vhenan?”
His response was a playful pinch on her thigh.
“They brought us presents!” the boy continued, struggling to climb the bed, and Solas chuckled, lifting him from his armpits and putting him down on the soft furs.
The little girl whimpered, expectantly raising her hands, and Lavellan wrapped her arm around her waist, picking her up without problems since she was so light and small.
“Did you thank them?” she asked and the children grinned and nodded.
“Uncle Dorian didn’t let us see them though!” the boy said. “He wanted to wait for you.”
“He says he wants to see your faces when we open them.” the girl crawled on the bed and cuddled against her mother’s warm body. “His hair is longer than last time!”
“Longer than yours, da’vhenan?” Solas said, gently tugging at a light brown lock of hair and she giggled, the sound similar to her mother’s. He turned to the boy and snorted at the sight of his bedhead.
“Da’fen, I do not even want to know in what positions you sleep at night to reduce your hair in this way.”
“I can’t believe you went to greet them like this!” Lavellan groaned, looking at their children’s state of disarray. Apart from the hair sticking in every possible direction, their clothes for the night were wrinkled and there were suspicious stains and white spots on them. She tilted her head, confused, and patted the hem of her daughter’s nightgown.
The children grinned and cackled.
“Uncle Varric gave us cookies! He said we could eat those instead of the usual breakfast.”
“They are from the Free Marches! Big and crunchy!”
Solas and Lavellan exchanged a look.
“Looks like the outrageous spoiling has already begun.” she said and her face split into a broad smile. “I wonder what Dorian wants us to see so badly.”
“Probably something too expensive and rich for two children to handle.” Solas grumbled, already dreading the extravagant stuff that was no doubt waiting in silk-wrapped boxes. The previous gifts had been out of the ordinary every single time and these ones would be no exception, he was sure.
“Come on, come on, let’s go!” the son exclaimed, shaking his father’s legs, his eyes identical to his. “We want to see what’s inside!”
“The boxes are sooo big!” the daughter laughed, opening wide her arms. “And there are many pretty colors on them.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Solas asked, watching them with a lopsided smile and a raised eyebrow. Lavellan cleared her throat and tilted her head, smiling as well and clearly expecting something.
The children’s faces lit up and they pressed loud, wet kisses on their parents’ cheek, saying in unison: “Good morning!”
They were kissed in return, but before their Mamae and Papae could keep them there and keep smooching them, they jumped on the floor and grabbed the furs on the bed.
They put them on their small shoulders, like capes, and ran out of the room, followed by the sound of their giggles and playful growls.
“Children!” Lavellan cried out worriedly. “Be careful not to trip!”
They giggled again and called from afar, to remind their parents of the gifts waiting in the other room:
“Hurry, hurry!” then more laughter which faded away and a distinct voice in the distance said with incredulity: “They are still in bed??”
Solas chuckled, resting his hands on Lavellan’s shoulders and kissing her neck.
“I believe it is time to get up, vhenan.” He already sounded nostalgic and she turned to fully kiss him on the lips. He melted and moaned into her lips and when they broke the kiss, he chased her mouth.
“Come, my sweet husband.” she said, smiling, and took his hand. “I am sure there are still some cookies waiting for us.”
