#solavellan fluff

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[an-established-butt-dent]

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.

[jochiemgrace]

In The Valley | Short Solavellan Headcanon

Lavellan wanted a place away from Skyhold. She snuck into the valley below, a religious town greeting her steps. She purchased a small cabin on the edge with her own funds (she's fairly certain the seller knew who she was).

Over the months, she will stay here when she needs the quiet. She leaves little trinkets and items from her travels. She pebbles things for her companions here, she's too shy and scared to actually give it to them.

One day, while wandering the halls of Skyhold, she overhears an argument between her Vhenan and their military leaders:

Angry Cass: Tell me something. Do you care about anything in the world beyond the Fade? Solas: Ah. Angry Cass: Ah? Solas: The Seeker turns her hawk-like gaze to me, penetrating deep into my most secret desires. Only… not. I care deeply for many things beyond the Fade. Just not you. Angry Cullen: Well, at least you’re polite about it. Solas: She did ask. I am powerless to hide anything from the keen eyes of the Right Hand of the Divine and the Lion of the Inquisition. Angry Cullen: You’re going to want to watch that attitude, Solas. Solas: Why? Do you have another expert on the Fade hiding around here? Are you absolutely certain you won’t need me? I volunteered to help, Commander. Rattle the bars if you like, but I chose to enter this cage.

Does he hate it that much? He hadn't said anything. Guilt overtakes her, as she now has an excuse to show him. She asked Dennet for a horse that could carry both of them over a short distance, not wanting to take more from the stables than she needed.

Lavellan keeps her plans close. He trusts her as she guides him from the fortress, riding through the valley, to her home from home.

“I overheard something you said, and I wanted you to know there’s a place outside of Skyhold you can come to. Even it I’m not here. If you want one of your own that’s fine too!” Her words become rushed, her fear taking the reins. “I know some who are” he pulls her head around to place a kiss gently on her lips.

“Vhenan, I don't even know what this is,” he said with a small laugh and loving smile.

“This is my house. I bought it not long after we came to Skyhold. I needed something I could make completely mine. Some place I could feel… normal. Like me again.”

His heart ached for what she was losing by showing this to him. What had she overheard? “You don’t have to do this, my love. It is okay to have something that is completely yours.”

“No… I wanted to share it before and just needed a reason?”

“I don't understand"

“Ar lath ma.” She released those words she was so scared to say, the fear clinging to every syllable. Drifting, oh so quiet, from her lips to his soul.

Solas' arms tightened around her, “Why do you fear, my love?” whispered into her delicate ear.

“It doesn’t feel real, sometimes. I fear I’ll—I will give in only to wake up and learn you were a dream.”

Oh how he knew that fear well.

“I am no dream, ma Vhenan. I am flesh and blood and bone, as you are. And my heart will always be yours. Even if only connected by dreams, I and it will always belong to you. Ar lath bell'anar'is, ma Vhenan.” Her trembling eased at his words, though he felt the tears land on his arm.

The horse whinnied and stomped in frustration with their sudden and seemingly unending halt. The outburst broke the tension, the two giggling and guiding him around the building.

The cabin felt like her. Though it was small, her home had more splendor than any castle of Arlathan. So warm and cozy, so welcoming.

Her shyness didn't dissipate as she showed him around. Her anxious ticks grew when she took him to the small loft. She explained as they went up the narrow staircase that she used the room for little crafts and as a small apothecary.

In a corner with the most light sat two tables, an easel placed between them. Brushes, paints, pencils, sketchbooks and more littered the corner.

Her nervousness babbled out, "I've been collecting things for a while and didn't know what to do with them and kept them here just in case and then--"

He stopped her with a kiss, deep and grateful and in utter awe of this woman who found him.

They take time here, more often than they should, playing house and just living with one another.

Just being Lavellan and Solas.

[lana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Unfortunately, I don't have a new chapter of In Dreams, He Came for this week but I do have an excerpt from my current draft of Part 10, currently titled 'Arlathan,' which will have to tide everyone over for now 👀

“What if I’m done denying it?” She met his eyes, almost defiant. She meant it hypothetically at first but the longer the words hung in the air, the more seriously she considered them as did he.

“They will say I seduced you and corrupted you. Cassandra might know the truth of us but the Divine will have no choice but to denounce you when it becomes known you are working with an ancient elven god bent on releasing chaos and demons into the world, a situation not so dissimilar from what the Inquisition fought against,” he said. “It will ruin any credibility you have as the Inquisitor and it will mark you an enemy of the Chantry.” 

“I’m surprised you would be so worried about the Chantry,” she replied, a smile teasing at her lips. 

“I’m not. I’m worried about you. I want you to understand what it would mean for the world to see you as–” he paused, lips pressed together as if to speak but the words stuck to his tongue and he had to push them out, “–mine.” It almost irritated him when she started to smile at the word, as though she wasn’t taking this seriously enough. She closed the few feet between them and took his hands in hers. 

“I’m already yours,” she said softly, nearly a whisper. He shook his head and looked down between them. 

“You know what I mean.” 

“I do, and I also know that there’s no going back now.” She leaned down to catch his eyes again. “The damage is done. We’ve been spotted. And if I remember correctly, you were the one who told them we were a family.” He sighed and closed his eyes, letting his head droop forward. She was right, but that didn’t change how he felt about it. Althima pressed a kiss to his forehead while it was at just the right height.

“I have been made a monster and a villain in the history of the very people I sought to save. I would not have that done to you,” he said, lifting his head to look at her.

“You do realize you’re far too late for that, don’t you?” She stifled a grin. “And I would gladly take on whatever else comes if it means we’re united.” He started to shake his head, but she continued, “your path is mine now and we will walk it side by side.” When would he understand this, she thought. How many times would she have to remind him that she loved him and that meant she wasn’t going anywhere?

“I don’t deserve you, and you don’t deserve this,” he whispered, barely audible as his eyes remained downturned.

“I don’t know about that,” she said, “but I know that I’m here because I want to be. And I know that you’re tired and need to rest.” She saw the corner of his lips twitch up for just a moment and she smiled. “I also know that I missed you.” He perked up at that, staring back at her confused. “That I missed sleeping next to you.” A tired smile finally graced his lips and it felt like victory at last.

Catch up on Parts 1-9 on AO3!

[songofamazon]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age), Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Dalish (Dragon Age: Inquisition)/Solas Characters: Solas (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Lavellan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Fluff, Kisses, Angst, Solavellan Hell, Solavellan Smut Summary:

Sometime after the events of Redcliff, Solas and Elanna Lavellan are collecting firewood for making camp in the Dales, when the happen across some raspberry bushes. Elanna gets a taste of home, while Solas learns exactly what it takes to dominate her usually indomitable focus. He also learns, with trepidation, the true depths of his own affections.

[hellomehlo]

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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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[captainlavellan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Did a sweet drabble between Solas and my Lavellan. :) I had this idea in mind for a while and finally got around to writing it.

Summary: Isolda Lavellan has always been the curious sort, and now is no exception. Curled up with her beloved, she finds that her mind conjures another question for him.

Tagging @hipersomniaaa because they planted the seed of actually putting finger to keyboard and putting it out. :)

[theelibugs]

I love making Solavellan fluff, it always makes me feel better about my day.

Anyway solas is warm fight me.