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[scaryanneee]

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"i didnt need to try very hard to do a bad french accent" - GDL

anyways this definitely direct quote from tevinter nights features in the latest chapter of the joplin-inspired fic i'm co-writing with @cursedhaglette: nothing beside remains so. go read it hehe :)

[elf-trash]

Solavellan Recommended Reading

I made a post like this for SilverV a million years ago and wanted to make one for Solavellan as well!

A few of these fics overlap with the ones I have linked in my current pinned post, but there are soooo many fantastic Solavellan fics out there that I decided to make a longer rec post so I could include more of them!!!

Without further ado, here are some of my favorites, in no particular order. Some of them are one-shots or shorter multi chapter fics, and some of them are massive long fics and everything in between. Some of them are new and still in progress, some of them are completed, and a handful of them are older fics. All of them are absolutely worth your time!

walk you to the shore - Scaryanne A beautifully written post-Veilguard one-shot about Solas and Lavellan having it all out in the Fade. Highly recommend!

the sun to burn - Pip (Moirail) An Inquisition re-write that goes off canon and does a phenomenal job at exploring a ton of aspects of the lore and story. Features fantastic character writing and takes really thought-provoking directions with the lore!

love is not a victory march - Brunchatthebookstore A Veilguard retelling where Lavellan is present at the ritual at the beginning that goes off book from there. It's beautifully, heartbreakingly written and off to a REALLY strong start with some truly devastating moments, so this one is absolutely one to watch.

miles below the surface of the dawn - gostak This fic is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read, period. On its face it's just 6 chapters of "there was only one bed" Inquisition-era Solavellan smut, but I stg the writer was channeling the spirit of Solas Dragon Age himself because it is the most perfect Solavellan smut I can imagine. Read this one, just trust me.

Martyr - widowling If you like Solavellan angst, this one delivers in spades!!! It's set during Veilguard and explores what would happen if the Evanuris kidnapped the Inquisitor (and more specifically, how Solas would react). It is DELICIOUS and also extremely painful but well worth it!

Requited - cursedhag A beautifully written, pitch perfect Inquisition rewrite that fully checks all the boxes! Features a lot of excellent Solas POV that incorporates all the new lore reveals we learned in Veilguard. Do yourself a favor and read this!!!!

rook wins in the end - wiltedartist A great exploration of Rook's relationship with Solas in Veilguard. Solavellan, but focuses on the one-sided unrequited feelings that Rook develops for Solas. Really interesting angle that I haven't seen done better.

And Yet - say_lene Beautiful Inquisition-era Solavellan one-shot. All of this writer's fics are so beautiful and well-written, so I kind of picked this one randomly but ALL of their Dragon Age fics are worth reading. We stan a good smut character study!!!!!

In the Colours of Your Regrets - scribeofmorpheus Another excellent smut character study! Solas sadly jorkin' it in the Lighthouse to his own sad murals of his wife. 11/10 no notes.

Roses Where Thorns Grow - Bdafic This one explores what would have happened if, after Crestwood, Lavellan learned the truth about Solas and they rekindled their relationship. It's a beautiful story that stays true to character and explores some of their messier and more complicated relationship dynamics.

Servitude - niceasspavus Another really, really solid Inquisition rewrite that explores Solas and Lavellan's romance. Well-written with excellent details and characterization. Highly recommend all of this writer's other fics, as well.

These Hands, If Not Gods - Gefionne An AU where a pre-Inquisition Lavellan accidentally discovers an eluvian that lets Arlathan-era Solas time travel to her. Beautifully written smut and character development. AUs aren't often my thing, but this one is absolutely worth your time.

Looking Glass - Feynite This one is theee classic Solavellan fic and probably needs no introduction. It's a time travel Arlathan AU, and it still holds up even after all these years, even unfinished. If you haven't read this one yet, stop whatever you're doing right now and fix that.

Wildest Dreams - elf_trash Finally, this one is mine!!! It's a retelling of Veilguard with Lavellan as the protagonist (aka Lavellan IS Rook) that focuses on her complicated relationship with Solas. Starts near the end of Inquisition and will continue through Veilguard and slightly beyond. I plan on reincorporating a lot of scrapped ideas from Joplin.

This list is in no way comprehensive, as a) there are sooo many good ones and b) I haven't read everything (yet lolol), so please feel free to reblog this and add your favorites!!!

But in the meantime, do yourself a favor and check out all of these fics! Top tier stuff all around.

[vhen-harel]

Under a Fading Moon

For @dragonagekissweek - Day 1: Camp

If it was any other night, no one would have noticed the tent flap opening. The person on the inside trying to slowly extricate themself from it was making a careful effort to leave the tent without a sound.

But on this night, Sera noticed.

She thought little of it until she realized whose tent it was and who the shadowed body was slipping out at such a late hour. It was only moments ago a foul mood besieged her when her need to take a piss had dragged her out of a very lovely dream of her Widdle. As the person leaving the Lady Inquisitor’s tent came into view, that mood improved considerably.

Read the rest on AO3:

Under a Fading Moon (3312 words) by VhenHarel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age), Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age) Characters: Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Lavellan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age), Fen'Harel (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: POV Solas (Dragon Age), Canon Compliant, Sexually frustrated Solas, Solas is Horny, Solas is Grim and Fatalistic (Dragon Age), Typical Solas angst, heavy petting and making out, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Established Relationship, duty vs desire, Guilt warring with Love, Sera Being Sera, Sexual restraint, Self-Denial, Kissing, Dry Humping, Slight Nudity Series: Part 4 of Solas and Saethre - Ara ma’athlan vhenas (I will call you home) Summary:

For Dragon Age Kiss Week 2026 - Prompt: Camp

This was inspired by the banter Sera and Solas have about the Inquisitor. I headcanon that Sera brings it up because she caught Solas sneaking out of Lavellan's tent late at night. This was the perfect prompt to expand my headcanon into a short story.

[cryptid-catt]

Wip Wednesday! Thank you @ashillayn for the tag! Got a couple things.

Bouncing off the inspiration from my last fanfic fanart piece of Solas having a mental health bath (here), I wanted to draw something from @crimsonphantasmagoria 's wonderful fanfic works!

Solas inspired by her work. Cropped out with refs bc it is spicy. Go read her story 'It Will Come Back', it is really great! Especially if you like pining, sad sack Solas.

Still working on Cole from last week but he's on the back burner atm.

Finished chapter 3 of 'Perchance to Dream', called Dread Dreamer and posted it today (here). Around 1000 words. Go check it out to read about Solas giving some terrible men their comeuppance in Ilaan's nightmare memory.

Working on the very beginning of chapter 4.

Also these crystal grace dividers at the top and bottom of this post. I have another version that isn't done.

@wickedsnack @haezelnut @vhen-harel what're you guys working on?

[lagunapoint]

pairing: Solas x F!Reader <3

A description: Solas is always tender and uninhibited under the blanket

Notes and tags: +18, soft and gentle sex before sleep, unprotected sex (or protected if you imagine it as magical protection or something like that :D), kisses, kissing, kissing, cuddles, elvish, pointy ears meow

word count: about 1k

Leaving one candle burning, its reflections scattering around your room, you tiredly undressed and slipped beneath the cool, thin blanket. The fatigue that had been building in your body throughout the day instantly enveloped you, and the softness and comfort of the bed surrounded you from head to toe. Lying with your eyes closed, you smelled the sweet scent of lavender from the bedding. Through the open balcony doors, you could hear tired voices from the Skyhold tavern and the occasional laughter of those resting by the fire. The birdsong had been replaced by the quick trills of crickets. The soothing night bustle lulled you, but even through the oncoming drowsiness, you heard his footsteps.

You pretended to be asleep, hiding your smile in the pillow when you heard him approach, heard him take off his clothes, leaving them on the couch. You yielded to temptation and opened your eyes to look at him. In the diffused candlelight, in the nighttime mist and the haze of the fading day, Solas looked magnificent. You studied his half-naked body with thirsty curiosity, and when he discarded his pants and turned to look at you, you quickly closed your eyes. This small mischief dispelled your drowsiness. It was replaced by a quickening heartbeat and an exhilarating anticipation of what was to come. You focused on listening, following his steps as he approached the bed, lifted the edge of the blanket, and lay down next to you. His arms enveloped you in a needy embrace. This embrace, homely, tender, and greedy, consumed you completely. Like a soft vine, he wound around your body and pulled you against his chest. 

"Are you asleep, vhenan?" 

He whispered softly, tickling the delicate skin of your ear with his breath. In response, you slowly stretched out in his arms, settling in more comfortably. You sensed the warmth of his body, breathed against his chest, and, with your fingertips, you began to stroke his back. You felt Solas’s hand move to the roots of your hair, and with a gentle motion, he loosened it, letting it fall onto the pillow behind you. One kiss. Light. Quick. You touched your lips to Solas’s bare chest and felt his hand move to your buttocks, slowly and unhurriedly stroking the tender skin. Did he sense the shiver of goosebumps beneath his hand as they rippled across your skin at his touch? 

He did not stop. Ignoring the thin fabric of the nightgown, his hand moved up to your lower back, where you arched pliantly, pressing your chest closer to him. Gentle warmth in light waves of arousal spread through your body from his proximity, and he always felt that, anticipating and predicting your next desires. Solas paused for just a moment, only to find your lips. Reaching for him, you touched his soft lips in a tender and sensual kiss, giving a blissful feeling of tranquility. 

He leaned in slightly, touching his nose to yours, and repeated the kiss, deepening it. He gripped your thigh with his fingers as he gently urged you to part your lips and touched your tongue with his own. Your body yielded, slowly rocking and pressing against his as the kiss became deeper and deeper. His kisses were always greedy, striving to obtain the forbidden at any cost. You liked how he took the initiative, playing with your tongue, pausing to look into your eyes, then continuing again. Each kiss constricted your throat in anticipation, stealing your breath. 

He breathed against your lips without touching them as his fingers traveled from your lower back along the curve of your waist to your chest, pushing the nightgown up high. His unrestrained desire resonated in your body, and lifting yourself slightly, you kissed him the way you had been dreaming of all day. Touching his neck and squeezing it lightly with your fingers, you deepened the kiss, allowing each unfulfilled longing to come true. He broke the kiss, gently touching your cheek with his lips, then your jawline, lowering himself to your neck, lightly sucking on the tender skin. Pulling the nightgown down, he kissed the protruding, aroused nipple through the thin fabric. Unchecked waves of arousal filled your mind and body each time he nibbled the excited skin with his teeth. With his free hand, he stroked your stomach, tenderly caressing lower, pressing gently as your body arched to meet his touch. He rose above you as you pulled him closer, no longer willing to follow the rules of his game. Solas lingered for a few moments, gazing into your face and at your moist, parted lips. You ran your hand over his face, his soft cheek, and touched his pointy ear with your fingers. 

A quiet, unrestrained word in Elvish escaped his lips with a deep exhale, its meaning lost amidst the overwhelming sensations that enveloped you. He kissed your lips unrestrainedly, and simultaneously with the kiss, he spread your legs apart and slipped his fingers inside. A quiet moan broke out against his lips, and it was met by new, abrupt sentences - quiet Elvish words he whispered into your ear in a low voice, allowing your hips to sway on his fingers. 

Each of his words hypnotized you. Your fingers slid along his neck, the back of his head, and down to his shoulder blades every time he broke off and covered the tender skin on your neck and collarbone with kisses. You lay more comfortably when Solas rose above you, settled between your spread legs, and slowly entered to you. Swaying together in ecstasy, every cell of the body seemed to turn into liquid electricity. Desires, insistent and unrestrained, sped up the movements that merged the bodies into a single whole, until the point of ecstasy completely swallowed every thought. A whirlwind of arousal spread in pulsating warmth, and Solas blissfully buried his nose in your neck, breathing hotly. 

The long and strong embrace lasted an eternity. You felt how his breathing calmed, how his body pressed more firmly against you. His slightly husky and dear ar lath ma, vhenan scattered into stars within your thoughts. Settling on his shoulder, you caught yourself thinking, just before sleep claimed you, that tonight, more than anything, you wanted to join him in the Fade. With these thoughts, in a blissful doze, you finally let sleep take you, remaining in his cozy and protective embrace, where the world beyond the room lost all significance.

[lampost-in-winter]

DRAGON AGE KISS WEEK: BEACH + SNEAKY

M/F Solavellan, Explicit, 1.330 words

CW: Solas having a short sexual fantasy, the horny bitch (affectionate)

It was an unusually warm day at the Storm Coast. For the first time since the Inquisition had started their operations in the area, some months ago now, the rain and wind had stopped completely and the sun peaked gently through the clouds. The Inquisitor’s entourage, who had come prepared with heavy clothing, found themselves sweating profusely under their armors.

“Fucking shit this is,” Sera enunciated what all of them were thinking.

But luck would have it that they came across a small cove of soft, gray sand, where the sea seemed calm enough to swim safely. Their fearless leader suggested that they took a bath, and The Iron Bull and Sera agreed in an instant. Which led to the unfortunate situation of Solas having to see Inquisitor Lavellan strip herself off her clothes. He tried not to stare, but he couldn’t be faulted if he stole a glance of his vhenan. She left her underclothes on, the white fabric contrasting beautifully with her warm brown skin: the brassiere was composed of two pitiful triangles that did little to hide the shape of her breasts; her underpants were a narrow strip that was tied with two bows above her hip bones, and a little hint of the curls beneath escaped from its sides. Solas wasn’t proud of how his dick immediately jumped to almost full hardness at the view.

“Aren’t you joining us?” she asked, bright and smiling, her chest lightly bouncing as she stepped towards him.

Fenhedis, he couldn’t let her see him without his many layers of clothes right then, he’d be utterly incriminated otherwise.

“That’s, I… Apologies, I’d rather stay back and work on some sketches.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” she replied coyly, her eyelashes batting and—wait, was she flirting? He couldn’t handle flirting in that moment, his head was already running low on blood as it was.

Solas was about to pass out because of repressed lust when, in an unlikely turn of events, he was saved by Sera, out of all people. Sera, who has completely naked, and passed running between them as she yelled, “Last one to the water is a rotten egg!”. The Iron Bull also went running behind her, also fully naked, and that was a sight that would remain etched in Solas’ mind for eternity (a very long and thick sight, to be precise). His vhenan laughed and ran after them. If he allowed himself to keep his eyes on her backside until it disappeared under the water, no one needed to know.

He tried to do as he’d said and sketch the lovely view of the coast, but the ruckus kept bringing his attention back to the people enjoying the sea. A water battle had started, the Inquisitor fighting alone against her companions. She had the advantage of magic, conjuring waves as she pleased. But the Bull’s big hands could move almost as much water in one sway as magic could, and Sera was a cunning fighter. But Lavellan seemed happy, laughing as much as she could while avoiding swallowing water, and Solas was glad to witness it. She didn’t have as many opportunities to just exist as her unburdened self those days.

His sweet musings where cut short as he noticed that the water had made the fabric of the brassiere more transparent, as well as make it stick tightly to her skin, and so he could practically see the dark nipples below. His mouth went dry as he imagined taking her somewhere more private, another nearby cove perhaps, licking the saltwater off her neck and the hollows of her clavicles, and asking her to push away the soaked cloth so he could suck at those lovely nipples. And maybe afterwards he could lay her over a flat rock, push apart her legs and tease her over her underpants. And by the time she was writhing and begging beneath him, he would tear the fabric off her and sink his face into the mane of curls he imagined between her legs.

Solas clenched his fist so hard around the charcoal he’d been using that it broke in half. He didn’t understand what she’d done to him to make his into this lustful beast. Never before in his long life had he found it so difficult to control his arousal, never before had he been drawn to the specifics of another person’s physical body as he was with her. It was as troubling as it was intoxicating.

With a sigh, he accepted there were times in a man’s life where he had to stop running and face what he feared. So he discreetly cast a cold spell and used it to tame his erection, and once he was sure it wouldn’t be noticed, he took his clothes off and rushed into the sea. Despite the exceptional warmth of the day, the water itself was freezing cold; he was grateful for it, for it helped in finishing up the subduing of the unruliness in his crotch.

“Solas! Join me!” Lavellan greeted him, before yelling at her companions, “We’re going to destroy you! Na melana sahlin!”

“No way we’re losing to the elven glory twins!” Sera yelled back.

Unfortunately for Sera, the combined power of two mages shaping the sea to their will was too much to handle, and her and the Iron Bull would’ve likely surrendered soon if a flustered Inquisition scout hadn’t showed up on the cove to interrupt the fun.

“There’s an urgent message from Sister Nightingale waiting for you at camp, Your Worship!” the young woman announced, her cheeks red as she scrambled to not look directly at the Inquisitor without seeming disrespectful. She then turned back and walked in the direction of the camp with the awkward gait of an enchanted automaton.

Their friends rushed out of the water—or more like the Iron Bull rushed as he practically dragged Sera by the scruff of her neck, right after directing a brief knowing glance at Lavellan. Solas wasn’t so foolish that he couldn’t see the opportunity that was being offered, so he leaned towards the Inquisitor. He placed a hand on her lower back and the other on her face in such a manner that it would block the view of their lips in case there were other scouts nearby.

Her lips were cold, so he caressed them with his tongue to warm them, tasting the salt in them. He felt her fingers grazing the base of his skull, and she pulled away momentarily to change the angle of the kiss and push deep into his mouth, taking his breath away. It has him that parted them in a definitive manner, even if everything in his body was screaming not to.

"We should head back to camp," he muttered.

"Yeah. Sure," she replied, but the way her round eyes dug into him made him wonder if she’d had flights of fancy similar to his. If she also fantasized about pressing him against the rocks and having her way with him until she was satisfied.

And the truth was that the insistence upon discretion was a leash he used to keep himself tamed more than anything else. It’s not that he didn’t care about not becoming a political liability for her, nor about her desire to keep her love life from becoming fresh meat for nosy courtiers to tear apart, he did care about all that very much. But the true crux of the matter lied in that, if he didn’t keep as many safeguards in place as he could, he’d be unable to stop himself from pressing her body to his, allow her wet skin to slide over his, and keep going until he did something that would only bring her pain once she learned the truth about him.

And so, they walked to the shore in a heavy silence, their hands remaining linked until their feet were firmly set on dry sand.

[rhoxxia]

DAKISS WEEK DAY 1

Camp!

Find it here

Excerpt is from WIP Wednesday but have it again 😘

Solas nearly starts when he realizes he has walked to her in his unhurried watching and now stands only a foot away. He feels the dewy breeze across the tips of his cool ears and watches her hair flutter like dancing butterflies across the flesh of her neck. He envies it. 

“Well?” Elora asks and he blinks, forcing his eyes from the place where her pulse beats steadily in her throat- his lips tingling with the urge to press there and suck. Their eyes meet then and a smirk pulls one corner of her mouth higher than the other. Everything about her in the moment is relaxed and it aches him to know it is he who makes her feel this way. “Where is my morning kiss?”

[transhades]

"In this new position, Solas all but towered over them. Dishevelled, unarmoured and unarmed as they were, it was suddenly quite obvious to Dorian just how tall Solas was for an elf. When he leaned forward to hover his lips on theirs, the defined muscles of his back shifted over his shoulder blades, highlighting the dip of his spine."

Or more accurately: what you see when you suddenly find yourself catching your boss and your coworker about to go at it on a desk in the middle of the night

The absolutely insane (affectionate) @opale-scent (check out all their socials here!!) completely killed me again with this comm of Solas and my Ta'revas Lavellan, from a scene from my Solavellan fic lover be good to me 💫

I absolutely needed to see it visualised otherwise I was going to lose my mind, now I CAN DIE HAPPILY