#deshonna lavellan

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I’ve been irrationally emotional lately, so it seems like a good time for more Des/Solas Pregnancy!AU! @dadrunkwriting​

"I trust everything went well at your appointment yesterday."

Solas' terse voice from the doorway grated on Des' nerves. She did not need every coworker in the teacher's lounge to know her business! It was just Sera at the moment, but he still had no right. 

"If there was anything you needed to know, I'd tell you," she snipped, adding sugar to her Styrofoam cup. She ignored Sera glancing up eagerly from her sketchpad.

Solas sighed deeply, like some poor put-upon asshole. "I would like it if you told me anything at all. I'll be lucky if you text me when you learn the gender at this rate. For all I know our baby could have six limbs--"

"My baby."

Solas scowled at Des, undeterred by the way Sera put down her pencils completely. "That is what I said."

"No, you said ‘our’. It's my baby."

"Must you nitpick at every trivial--"

"Yes. Because you don't seem to understand how this works! I will tell you whe--"

"Is that coffee?" he interrupted, incredulous. "You can't have caffeine! Your doctor should have told you that!" He reach as if to take it away from her. 

As if to take it away from her.

She snatched it away, so furious that she was on her feet before she realized it. Coffee scalded her hand. "Don't you dare tell me what I can and cannot do, asshole!" she shouted, loud enough that Sera jumped. "Of course my doctor gave me instructions, and I've done my own research besides. I can take care of myself, and I can take care of my baby by myself."

There was a pause, and Des tried to quell the adrenaline shaking in her hands before she really lost it. 

Solas seemed to finally realize he was treading on dangerous territory. His shoulders sagged. "Of course. I am sorry for overstepping, Des. I am merely concerned about the two of you," he said calmly. And if he'd left it at that she might have gone ahead and given in, telling him about yesterday's uneventful appointment. But then the fucking asshole muttered under his breath, "Though I don't know how I can be expected to know what your doctor says when you've never so much as told me their name..."

"Oh I'm sorry, did you want to come to my next appointment with me?" He started to agree to her sarcastic question, but she wasn't done. "I know! We can make each other our emergency contacts. Maybe even get on the same insurance! Do you want me to come hold your hand the next time you're bending over for a prostate exam?!"

He just stood there under her verbal assault, mouth slightly agape, looking lost.

Des made a loud frustrated noise and tossed her coffee into the sink, cup and all--she'd lost her appetite. She stomped out the door, slamming it open so hard it bounced off the wall and would have hit her if she hadn't caught it and pushed it open again. She made her way down the halls, ignoring the stares from students and staff alike. She really couldn't find it in her to give a damn if they fired her for misconduct at this point; at least she wouldn't have to see her one-night-stand-gone-wrong every. damn. day. 

She exited a side door. Teenagers smoking stolen cigarettes scattered at the sight of an authority figure, and she felt resentment bubble up. It was stupid, but she resented them for their freedom. To run. To be young. To smoke. She didn't want to smoke, never had, but that wasn't the point. 

She sighed, deeply, several time, and leaned against the rough brick wall. She put her arms up around her head to block the light. 

What was wrong with her?

She stayed that way for several moments. She started to feel cold, but stayed where she was; soon the bell would ring and she would have to return, but she wouldn't go back one minute before she had to. 

Then he showed up. At least he'd given her a few minutes of reprieve before following her with his stupid, careful, rational words. 

"I know this situation isn't what either of us wanted--"

"We were actively trying to prevent it."

He nodded. "But I cannot say that I'm disappointed that it happened. I want to make the best of this."

"That's the problem..." She sighed into the brick. She was calm enough now to regret what must be said to him. She turned to face him. "I don't want to get stuck with you, Solas"

She waited for his sharp inhale. She watched as he crossed his arms behind him and straightened to full height. His voice was steady, if sullen. "You said I could be involved."

This time she nodded. "And you can, with the baby. But not with me. I don't want to be trapped in some loveless marriage 'for the kids', thinking that it's fine to settle for convenience, it could be worse. I want real, true love, and I'd rather be alone than accept anything less. I don't--"

"I get it, Deshonna."

"We get along okay, but that's different than spending a life time together. Or trying to, and then failing, and hating each other, and the kid has to deal with that. I'd rather be... Friends." She wanted him to understand that it wasn't personal--she wasn't trying to insult him. "Does that make sense?"

"It hardly matters what I think. You've already made the decision for us both."

She sighed. She keep trying to meet his eye, but he was staring resolutely into the distance. "You'll thank me for the freedom one day. I can be a lot to handle."

He snorted, and she twisted her lips in amusement. "Just... Maybe if we treat this as if we were separated? Stop volunteering to help out around the house. Lace will take care of the cat box." Not that she'd asked, yet.

Solas opened his mouth as if to protest, but then closed it. When he opened it again he said, "Should be simple enough. I have enough experience with my ex-wife." "You’ve been married? I never knew that." He finally looked at her, his smile tight. "There is a lot you don't know about me." "Oh? Do you already have any kids?" "No. We tried, but..." He shrugged, and turned to leave, story unfinished.

She stopped him. "Wait. Um... Do you want to come to my next appointment? I'm supposed to find out the gender." She had his attention. "Really? So soon?" "Yeah, twelve weeks, that's the normal time. I, uh. I wasn't going to say anything until after, but only because my mom is flying down to go to the appointment with me. You know how excited she is. And I thought it might be awkward to be like..." "You don't have to invite me if you are uncomfortable with it."

"No, it's fine. Mom has to meet the coworker-baby-daddy some time, right? I mean it. You're going to be around in the baby's life, she's going to be around in the baby's life, come watch the ultrasound tech play spot-the-genitals." He nodded, and reached for the door. "Thank you. Deshonna, I--" They both winced as the electronic bell rang shrilly directly above them.  He opened the door. "After you."

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More Solas/Des Baby!AU for @dadrunkwriting

Cravings

Des sighed, tapping the point of a red pen impatiently against the quiz she’d been grading for the last… Way too long. She couldn’t concentrate. Her body was filled with hormones and cravings and craziness.

Finally, the front door opened and she leapt to her feet. “Did you get them?”

“You will have to be more specific,” Solas said as he juggled grocery bags. “I have chocolate syrup, pickles, barbecue chips, ice cream, bubblegum…”

“Frilly cakes, I sent you a text for chocolate frilly cakes!”

“You did?” His face fell as he dropped the bags on her kitchen island.

Des looked at him, stricken. 

Then he smiled, and held up his hand-- he was holding up a chocolate frilly cake, already out of the box and unwrapped for her.

She snatched it away from him before he got any other big ideas, and shoved the whole thing in her mouth as she nudged him for teasing her.

“You are so sexy when you unhinge your jaw like that.”

“Ass’ol,” she said around a mouthful of cream filling.

He chuckled, gloating as he unpacked the rest of the groceries, and she reached for another cake, having spied the open box. Solas poured a glass of milk and slit it to her. “Before you choke.”

She complied as she watched him stretch to put something away on a high shelf, checking out his ass and thinking about how chocolate wasn’t the only thing her hormones had her hankering for. He disappeared into her garage and she sighed in frustration.

They hadn’t been dating when she’d gotten knocked up, just fucking around. Ever since she’d told him The News they seemed to have an unspoken agreement to stop. Des had to admit that sex would complicate their non-relationship co-parenting, but damn if she didn’t miss it. Maybe she could find a subtle way to bring it up.

“Litter box is done,” Solas said, some time after Des’ third chocolate frilly cake, when he returned to wash his hands in the kitchen sink.

“Thank you,” she said as he sat next to her and reached for the box, pulling out a vanilla. She grabbed another chocolate; might as well. “I know it’s a pain in the ass to have to come over every night just for that, but Perl will piss in my shoes if it’s not done…”

“As I’ve said, it’s no trouble. Someone needs to do it for you.” Pregnant women weren’t supposed to handle cat boxes. He bit in to his treat. “Is there anything else you need before I go?”

She shrugged. Her cake crumbled before she could get it to her mouth. Trying to brush the crumbs off without pushing them into her shirt, she answered, “An orgasm couldn’t hurt. Otherwise, no.”

He snerked, and unsurprising stood to go. She hid her disappointment with her continued efforts to save her shirt.

But then he was close, leaning over her. Her hands fell away and she held her breath as bent his head and ran a flat tongue up the line of frosting, tantalizingly slow. As he reached her collarbone he moved a gentle hand to her nape, effortlessly guiding her into standing as he continued to sample her neck. He didn’t stop until the tip of his tongue caressed the shell of her ear, up to the pointed tip, which he caught softly between his teeth.

“I could be persuaded,” he murmured, no doubt knowing exactly how it would send a shiver through her, “if I don’t have to drive home tonight.”

There was so much heat coursing through her that she would have let him stay a hundred nights if he wanted, fuck buddy rules be damned. For the sake of her pride, though, she attempted to negotiate. “Make it a double and you have a deal.”

Des caught only a glimpse of his wicked grin before he was kissing her thoroughly, his vanilla flavor mingling with the chocolate in her mouth. He grabbed her ass greedily, pulling her hips tight against his. When he finished his kiss he said, “Deal. Two orgasms, coming right up,” and then lifted her straight up.

She yelped and wrapped her legs around him for stability as he chuckled triumphantly. She bit him for that, leaving shameless marks on his neck as he carried her to the bedroom.

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omg, I actually wrote something for @dadrunkwriting

Enjoy the beginning of the Solas/Deshonna Baby!AU

Des didn’t want to stare at the countdown, but she did--what else was she supposed to do? The laundry? Not with the nerves that almost had her shaking, the knot in her stomach as she stared at her phone, waiting.

“Please be negative,” she whispered to it, her inner thoughts screaming so loud she had to give them voice. “Please no, it’s not the right time, later, soon even, but not now…”

In her mind flashed all the ways a plus sign would ruin her life. Her plans, her career, her relationships, her body. What would she tell people? Would she decide to terminate it?

The timer ended. Her phone buzzed, and she silenced it. Dread settled heavily on her. Taking a deep breath, and then a deeper one, she walked from her couch to the bathroom counter, muttering, “No, no, no, no…”

She looked at the pregnancy test.

It was positive.

She was pregnant.

She thought her first word would be ‘Fuck’, but she only held her hand silently over her mouth. She thought she’d cry, but the tears that misted her eyes were…

They were happy tears.

Perl, curious, meowed from the doorway, and Des smiled shakily at her and whispered, “I’m going to be mamae.”

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Solas straightened the pile of tests as the last of the students shuffled out the door, sticking them in a folder he then slid into a briefcase. The halls were empty by the time he finished tidying and put on the suit jacket that he kept over the back of his chair. Then he heard the familiar click of high heels on cheap linoleum, and smirked as he turned to see Des standing there. They’d been hooking up for nearly two months now, and it pleased him greatly that she kept coming back for more.

“You should have come to me sooner if you wanted to make weekend plans,” he said, blatantly letting his eyes travel up and down her ample figure appraisingly. “Friday afternoon is a bit last-minute. I do have a life you know.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m here to tell you something,” she said, crossing her arms over the breasts he was staring at. He look at her face, amused. She wasn’t. “I don’t know if I would even bother to tell you normally, but it would be kinda hard to hide, since we work together.”

Her hand fell to her stomach, and Solas’ eye widened. “You’re pregnant,” he said. It was not a question.

“Thanks to you and that broken condom of yours. This isn’t your baby, though--it’s mine. I’m not asking anything from you. I’m the one that is deciding to keep it.”

His eyes swept over her again, not hungrily this time, but gently, taking in the beauty of this moment, of the would-be mother of his child. There was so much he wanted to say, but Des was clearly guarded and he wanted to give her no cause to pull away. With a smile he said, “Thank you.”

She shifted uncomfortably, looking away from him. “I’m not doing it as a favor, Asshole. I’ve always wanted to be a mother. Now is as good a time as any. If you want to be involved--”

“I do.”

Her eyes met his, as if evaluating the dedication in his voice or the readiness of his answer. He held his breath, waiting for her to deliberate his fate. Slowly, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll, uh… Keep you posted, I guess.”

She gave him an odd look, and turned and left his classroom. He leaned forward and gripped the back of his chair, knuckles turning white in his effort to not run after her and pull her into his arms.

He was going to be a father.

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DWC Prompt, Solavellan: birds, warm breeze, the sounds of a new baby, curtains, dusk <3

Holy crap I actually filled a prompt! A tiny one, but a prompt. Let’s all take a peek at my new-mom hormone levels, shall we?Des x Solas, papae!SolasI’m not saying it’s canon that they get together or have a baby, but, I’m not necessarily saying it’s not canon

Edit: Oops, forgot to tag @dadrunkwriting

Des sighed as she gingerly set her little one down in the crib at last. Her daughter was nearly two weeks old, and refused to sleep unless she was being held, leaving Des and Solas sleepless. Des turned on the baby mobile, a sweet melody playing as little felt birdies slowly spun in circles, and tiptoed away. She sent up a prayer of thanks that she might manage to take a thirty minute nap before Solas got home.

She didn’t even make it to the nursery door before the baby wailed.

“Dammit! Are you serious, Isla? Again??”

She stomped back to the crib, frustration flooding her. She grabbed the edge of the crib with a white-knuckled grip and… And looked down at her innocent, trusting child, red faced as she screamed. Tears flooded her eyes instantly.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry…” She said, picking up her daughter with utmost softness, not allowing any frustration to touch the little girl. “I said a bad word, didn’t I. You don’t deserve that, you’ve never done anything wrong in your life, have you?”

The last of her words were choked out past a lump in her throat as she settled herself in the gliding chair by the window. The sheer curtains shifted, a warm late-afternoon breeze meeting the tears streaming down her cheeks as she comforted her baby and positioned her to breastfeed. Des had nothing but patience as her and Lisla struggled for several minutes to get a good latch, and bit her lip against the pain as the baby clamped on. She had thought she’d have much longer before breastfeeding got this painful.

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It was around dusk when Solas walked in his front door, quietly–a new habit quickly developed after he came in too loudly and woke the baby last week. He did hear crying as he shut the door, but it belonged to his wife.

He found them both in the nursery, Des sobbing as she held their sleeping newborn. He walked over to them, shaking out a handkerchief and kneeling to wipe her face. It was not that unusual of a scene for him to find; the last year or so had done a number on her hormones. He still hated seeing her like this, though, and was always on the watch for postpartum depression. “What happened, vhenan?”

She shook her head, and climbed out of the chair to avoid answering.

Solas blocked her path to the changing table. “Here. Let me take her,” he offered.

“Go ahead,” she said defensively, handing the bundle off. “I’m a terrible mother anyway.”

He sighed, and pulled her into a one-armed embrace, the other still holding the child. “You are not,” he told her sternly as she tucked her head under his chin and leaned in to him. “You are amazing at this. Lisla is incredibly lucky to have you.”

“I got mad at her!” Des sobbed into his shirt. “She just wants to be loved, to be held. She’s doing exactly what she’s supposed to be doing, eating all the time so she can grow and develop and I got mad at her for it! I’m a demon.”

“You are not a demon; you are exhausted.”

“It’s only been two weeks and I already can’t handle her. I’m not fit to be a mother. We should take her back. Return her.”

Relief flooded him as he recognized her dark humor. She wasn’t too serious, then. “I’m afraid a lost the receipt, so we’ll just have to keep her.”

“Damn.”

He kissed her. The baby wriggled in his arms, so he kissed her too. “Besides–I’m quite certain that if anyone tried to take her from us they would not be long for this world.”

“I would skin them alive.”

“I know, my heart, I know. Go. Rest.”

“Just a minute, I need to change her.”

Des started to reach for her, but Solas twisted his body to keep her out of her grasp. “No, I need to change her. You need to sleep.”

“I can do it! You’ve been at work all day…”

“Exactly. I’ve been missing Isla since I left this morning. I’m not going to let you infringe on my time with my daughter.”

Des smiled–finally a real, proper smile–and Solas grinned at seeing his wife happy again. Des held up her hands in defeat, and left him alone with his little bundle of joy. “Now let’s get your out of this poopy diaper, shall we?”

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I was just discussing OC names with @makelovenotbloodmagic, and apparently I have 11 fanfic OCs. This does not include their families, or even non-Inquisition based characters tbh. I must be stopped. (Right after I make 1 more so it's an even dozen.)

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holy cow

I still can’t believe people have made fanart!! And now I have loads of beautiful commissions, too <3

picrew masterpost

Marigolds in the Hanged Man

(x) MY VERY FIRST FANART. (still my only one, technically). SO AMAZING, I LOVE YOU @5ftgarden​

(x) D’aw, lookit ‘em! Varigold by @kekecocoa

@ theDuckPond

(x) My first commission, from mod Lauren @solavellangarbage​ of my--at the time--One Shot 

(x) Commissioned from @celebrantsrapacity​ when I decided to make Duck Pond a long fic (and changed her looks!).

(x) Commissioned from @curiousstrawberryarts by @tel-abelas-mofo as gift! That makes it, like, what, a fancommission?

(x) Another fancommission of Elle! <3 So sweet. From @thevikingwomanby @dexukiart​

(x) Another one commissioned by @tel-abelas-mofo, this one from @feylen! Happy birthday to me!

Skyhold High School

(x) Deshonna by @mirandemia​. Can’t wait to get back to writing her. 

Solas’ Spirit

(x) Commissioned @lucydoesart for some art from a one-shot about Solas getting owned by a cat. Still thinking about turning this into a long fic one day, but it’ll be angsty.

(x) A fancommission of Solas and Spirit from @tel-abelas-mofo by @shepofshipsart! <3 thank you! 

Inquisitor Keria Lavellan

(x) Beautiful Secret Santa gift from @annajiejie​! I love it. I should probably write something for it...

(x) Commission by @bigbuffpugpuff. So simple but so sweet, I love it.

(x) Some loving Solas easing the pain in Keria’s hand, by @shepofshipsart

 Inquisitor Cedric Trevelyan

(x) Tender Cedric and Cassandra smooches by @artisticallyamber! I love them, they’re so pretty <3 <3

(x) More Pentavelyan smooches! \o/ by @gracedrawsstuff​

Kirkwall Karaoke

(x) Commissioned @neotericwitch for another art from another one-shot, Kirkwall Karaoke! (I promised myself I’d get a commission for each one-shot I post to AO3.)

That’s all for now!