#SOLASSSS

[mournsblush]

kinda regretting making a solasmancing inquisitor for veilguard... wish i had made one that was only friends with him

[dreadfutures]

I want more suledin keep / dark Solassss

which means I have to write it

but god they just

want to be SO SOFT together smh

[exadorlion]

SOLASSSS

[fenharel-babe]

YESSSS!!! FINALLLY!!!! To the part of “I have to save him!” heart option in Trespasser YESSSS. SOLASSSS HERE I COMEEE!!

[pikapeppa]

Ohhhh my GOD ok well I’ll be in my bunk

omfg yes just take me

[mournsblush]

why did they go so hard with the lost elf theme

[fenharel-babe]

I try to forget always. And amazing work🥺💙💙.

some days it's easier to forget why he wants to bring doom upon the world

[fenharel-babe]

SO GOOD!!😭💙💙.

Words:3635

Warnings: idiots in love

Pairing: Solavellan

Also on my Ao3

“Vir lath sa'vunin” = we love one more day

The milky mist rose from the damp, mossy ground in swirls. It danced around the trees, shrouding them and sliding on the rough bark. The rays of the sun peeked through the leaves of the trees, small spots of warm light glistening on the ever-growing grass. The morning dew sparkled lazily under the gentle touch of the sun. The chilly breeze woke the birds and they chirped their excited trill in the silence of the forest.

Alongside the songs of the birds, a loud noise disturbed the harmony of the moment. The snore came from one of the tents owned by the Inquisition. It belonged to none other than Master Varric Tethras, his piercing wheeze breaking Solas’ deep concentration, as his eyes scanned the yellowed pages of a book. No matter how much he fought to ignore them, the snores drilled their way deep into his brain, chasing the words away.

Solas huffed and shut the book with a snap. Reading helped him to pass the time, but Varric’s infuriating snores proved to be a frustrating challenge.

The elf shook his head and glared at the campfire. The blinking sparks left soothing trails of warmth and light on his strained face. As he watched the fire’s dance, a thought crept into his mind: Varric’s snores weren’t the cause for difficulty to concentrate. No, it was the Inquisitor’s fault. What she had done worked up his mind in such a manner, nothing captured his interest long enough to lose himself in absolute concentration.

The kiss. Elluin’s lips clashing against his shattered any walls masterfully built to contain the burning passion for her. He gave in, the intoxicating pull of her body encouraging him to get drunk on the taste of her lips, to devour her as if they had only a minute to live. He lavished in those moments of ecstasy and wished nothing more from the world as her scent trapped his mind in sweet surrender. After a few weeks, the bliss transformed into worry and fear for what was to come.

He should have stopped it, he thought every night, staring at the ceiling, the darkness the only witness to his struggles. He should have ignored the longing in her eyes and her mind-numbing smirk. He flirted with the Inquisitor daily as if they were star-crossed lovers, instead of making the right decision and turning his back on her. He had no right to love her, no right to desire more from her. Even so, he gave into the memory every night, promising himself it will be the last time.

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[fenharel-babe]

So good!! Solas panicking and it happening after crestwood?? Perfect Angst™️

“Take My Hand”

It’s been 84 years since I wrote anything, largely thanks to Smol Beach, but when @scharoux asked me to do a commission for the 14 Days of DA Lovers event, I couldn’t resist this delicious, angsty prompt.

Thank you as always for trusting me with Rhaella, Sacha, and everyone check out all the lovely art and writing for the event!

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Pairing: Rhaella Lavellan x Solas

Rating: G

Rhaella was over the edge of the cliff before she knew what had happened.

One moment - frost at her fingertips as she cast a glyph to freeze the Red Templar barrelling towards her - the next - nothing but iron-grey sky and her stomach hollowing out as she fell. She was too shocked to be afraid, to do anything but fall. Her right side hurt. Why did it hurt so terribly?

She shouldn’t be falling.

She needed to stop falling.

“Rhaella!”

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