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To drown in gentle waters

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Summary:

“If it would please you, I could bring someone to keep you company.” Rook picked at the fabric of his trousers. As much as he wanted to keep being stubborn, he was lonely. It would be nice to have someone other than his captor to speak to. “Would they mind? This place isn’t very lively right now.” “I’m sure they won’t,” said Solas, and that was that.

Rook will see the old world, in time. Solas will make sure of it.

A/N: So! This fic is sort of an extended version of Discordant. Or it takes the general idea of the fic, anyway. There are soft moments, but fair warning, it's a pretty sad fic.

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solas pov your goth boyfriend asked if he could do your makeup

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mien'harel [gen; adult]

CHARACTERS: Solas; Felassan; Mythal; Ghilan'nain; Andruil; Imshael; Geldauran; Anaris; Abelas; Original Elvhen Characters.

RELATIONSHIPS: Solas & Felassan; Solas/Felassan (Slow Burn); Solas & Mythal; Solas & Original Elvhen Characters.

RATING & WARNINGS: Mature; Graphic Depictions of Violence; Major Character Death. This fic does not follow Veilguard's established lore for Solas, as it was drafted much earlier than the game's release.

A spirit is called from the world that dreams into the world that wakes. He is given the name Solas, and then he is told to forget he ever was a spirit at all. He grows up as the son of a washerwoman, a servant of Mythal the All-Mother, and knows no life but the life of the incarnated. Until his brother is kidnapped by Andruil, on the hunt for fresh blood to feed her Champion's vile experiments. Solas attempts to petition Mythal for his brother's release, but is offered an alternative instead: work for the Mother of the Evanuris, rise through the ranks, and gain enough power to free his brother himself. But unknown to him, and to the other Evanuris, history is being nudged (or perhaps shoved), and Solas will soon find himself in the position to change the course of Elvhenan forever.

PART ONE: ALL NEW

CHAPTER TWELVE

He stopped for a moment, to gather himself piecemeal: a fragment from the Summer Palace. A moment from the Temple. Anguish from the burning halla fields. The despair of the Pits. The joy of the first summer rain in the orange groves behind the servants' quarters. Cherry blossom wine. The pain of changing his Vallaslin. He gripped lungfuls of memory in his teeth. Breath circulated in his chest and in the blood. Breath affirmed breath; inhale and exhale made him real enough to withstand whatever was about to come. Mythal stood in the centre of the Well. Her dress, white and unceremonious, floated in the water that brushed against Her thighs. Her hair was unmade, free. It was plastered to Her forehead and to Her shoulders, as if She'd just been for a leisurely swim, not standing in the great heart of Her power. Her eyes were flickering cyanic, bright blue filling them so that no iris or pupil was visible. As the three of them drew closer, the magic cleared from Her gaze. The natural golden colour seeped back from the interstitial spaces between the sclera and the iris, dispelled the last of the blue that must have been the Well's magic. She did not smile. “You have come.” But Her voice was not as cold as Solas expected it to be.

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soft solythal sketches ... i am always thinking about them and their antics

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Chapters: 21/45 Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rook/Solas (Dragon Age), Felassan & Rook (Dragon Age), Rook & Female Cadash, Felassan/Rook (Dragon Age) Characters: Female Ingellvar, Solas (Dragon Age), Felassan (Dragon Age), The Caretaker (Dragon Age), Female Cadash (Dragon Age), Vorgoth (Dragon Age), Mythal Fragment, Varric Tethras, Leliana (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, But Not Exactly a Fix-It, Canon Has Not Just Been Yeeted, It’s Been Reduced to Its Component Molecules, Dragon Age: The Veilguard Spoilers, Complicated Relationships, Past SolHruse, Eventual FelaHruse, Solas is Fen'Harel (Dragon Age), Felassan is Flirty, Rook is doing her best, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Minor Character Death, The butterfly effect, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Short Chapters, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note Series: Part 1 of A Rook’s Gambit Summary:

A chess piece, moving in straight lines? Or a harbinger of war and change? Hruse Ingellvar thinks she might be both. When the world ends, and the choices are death or desperation, she willingly goes back to the beginning to see if she can stop it from happening.

Now the only question that remains is will she turn the Dread Wolf away from the duty he thinks he can’t escape, or sacrifice herself for the greater good?

Completely written. Updates once a week. Beta’d by Iron_Angel.

Chapter 21 - Blood

She gave Felassan a flat stare. “Do you know what that sigil is for? He’s going to tear open the Veil and make a rift, possibly one large enough to walk through. That’s his plan, to break into the Black City. And when he does, all the varieties of fear drawn to this carnage will escape from it. And possibly some pride, considering he’s an enormous sack of hubris. Are you prepared to deal with both the Venatori and angry spirits?”

He frowned at her, but didn’t argue. From the inside pocket of his brown jacket he withdrew a stick of wood no bigger than his hand. Before her eyes it transformed into a staff, and he began raining fire onto the Venatori. Hruse grinned fiercely and drew her bow.

When she ran out of arrows, she tossed the bow aside and pulled her daggers. The leap would be considerable, but if she timed it right to use the Venatori to break her fall, and then roll with it…

Could work.

“Are you mad, Hruse?” Felassan snapped at her, evidently guessing what she had planned.

“Quite possibly,” she retorted.

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it’s a miracle my lavellan didn’t sock solas in the gut for the fade kiss.. now they’re doomed yaoi

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“Solas.” She spoke, bringing him back to reality.

He noticed her hand had moved fully over his, thumb dragging across it in a gentle caress. She tilted her head at him and her curls fell over her shoulder with a gentle smile. “Are you alright? Don’t tell me my advisors have worn you down.”

“They would never hear the end of it.” Felassan commented.

Solas chuckled. “I am quite alright, lethallan. Your Seeker and Commander may know how to push people, but I am adept at such things.”

“I suppose you have to be, after traveling with this one.” She replied, teasing Felassan now.

“That’s it.” Felassan replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and rolling her down into the snow. He took hold of her wrists before proceeding to sit on top of her, refusing to let her budge an inch. Inara laughed, knowing she’d finally found the button to press to annoy him.

She looked over to Solas for help, but he shook his head with a chuckle. Inara pouted in order to sway him to her side. It didn’t work. She then looked between them with a narrowed gaze. “Felled by my own mages. Are we experiencing a rebellion?”

Felassan playfully regarded Solas. “Not a bad idea, actually.”

“And what would the good Herald give for her release?” Solas asked, playing along with a devilish grin.

Inara sighed, blowing a curl out of her face as she searched for a peace offering. “If I’m able to find a decent wash tub at Skyhold, you two get first dibs. Fair enough?”

“That does sound nice.” Felassan mused before looking up at Solas. “Do you think that's a good offer, or should we continue to hold her hostage and ask for more?”

“If we hold her for any longer, I fear the Seeker will send the soldiers after us.” Solas replied, glancing down the cliff at the encampment before returning his gaze to Felassan’s. “Though it is tempting.”

“Fine, what would you two like then?” She asked.

Solas mulled it over before finally settling on a response. “There’s a rotunda at Skyhold that I witnessed in the Fade. If it’s not destroyed, I would like for our research on the Veil to take place there.”

Inara nodded. “Deal.”

“And I would like a nice room that’s high above the rest.” Felassan chimed.

“Alright, but you’ll probably be sharing it with Leliana’s crows.” She replied, “How do you feel about the smell of bird shit?”

“You know what - on second thought maybe the bath will do. But there’s no limit on how many times I get to use it. ” he quickly replied.

Inara nodded and Felassan retracted his hands, releasing his hold on her. She sat up as Felassan smiled mischievously. “A pleasure doing business with you, Herald.”

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We shouldn't be doing this, Solas thinks as his hands grip Ravens hair and pulls, pulling a pleased gasp out of her before he covers her mouth with his own. Even blood soaked his hands are quick to pull apart the belts and buttons of her armor, desperately trying to get to the skin underneath. Solas trails his lips down her jaw to her neck before greedily licking the blood that had splattered from the fight earlier. Just thinking about the way she had slammed an arrow into the guys throat had sent him roaring with fear and need. And for now the need wins, as she gets her hands underneath his robes. The blood on her hands stains him just as the blood on his hands stains her, their need desperate and animalistic as he fucks her against the tree. Raven moans underneath him and when he meets her eyes, they're blazing just like they were during the fight and shes smiling. Solas curses in elvhen and kisses her again, smothering that knowing look with his own burning desire.

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phantasmagoria

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oh and btw i am Not shitposting about soghren

oghren is a product of orzammar, of being trained as a beserker, asked to give his life for his people - and i don't mean risk death, although that too, but to literally dedicate his existence to protecting orzammar - and he does! he does

things happen, i'm not going to lay out the whole thing here, but when he joins with the warden, he's an alcoholic. he fought darkspawn. he fought for his home. he still cares about orzammar. it exiled him, and he still cared. he's all twisted up about it, he's in pain, he's isolated, he almost certainly has ptsd... substance abuse isn't an unreasonable direction

and he's so discerning. but he tones it down, plays dumb. he's a beserker. he's an angry drunk dwarf. that's all he is, all he'll ever be... (right?) except, no! there's bits of his dialogue that just cut right to the heart of a thing with this perfect precision. he knows things. he knows people. he understands people, how they act, how they react

so put him and solas together, and yes, they'll piss each other off royally. oghren will be all "sharks are smooth, actually," and it'll drive solas batty. but as the act slips and depth is revealed, solas, ever-curious, will want to dig. will want to tease out these other aspects. will find the pain and the bravery and the conviction and the wisdom that is buried beneath the bravado and the act

and that'll piss oghren off and then they'll be mutually pissed off and intrigued and frustrated and carefully maintained walls slip as they try to get underneath the other's carefully maintained walls and it is A Mess

this is my soghren agenda uwu

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I was reading regency au fics a while ago and got possessed by a spirit that made me draw this.

Aerwynn uses they/them

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The Wine, The Woman, and the Bedroom Hymn: Chapter 2

His ritual stopped, Solas returns to Kirkwall with Lavellan. There he encounters Isabela, who has been friends with benefits with Lavellan for the past 10 years. Solas and Isabela get competitive over who is the better lover and Lavellan is able to reap some very pleasurable rewards from the experience.

That morning Ghilara woke early, having agreed to get some breakfast with Isabela. She slipped out of the tangle of Solas’ arms, padding over to her trunk to get dressed for the day. Solas groaned as she left his side, curling up in on himself from the loss of her body heat.

He mumbled something unintelligible, and Ghilara slipped back over to him, pressing a peck of a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be back by midday probably. I promised Bela I’d get breakfast with her.”

Solas groaned, rolling over and flailing out with his hands to try and drag her back into the bed. Even if his arms weren’t still heavy with sleep, she still danced easily out of his grasping hands.

His eyes cracked open. “Mmmm, d’you have to?”

She smiled at him fondly. “I do, da’len,” she said apologetically, “but I won’t be long. Sleep while you can, you’ll be running the gauntlet again today I think.”

He groaned, stretching out in the bed, his eyes slipping shut again. “You’ll defend me if she questions me again?” He said drily.

Ghilara grinned, but tilted her voice innocently, blinking with doe-like eyes. “Questions you on what, hahren?”

“Don’t you ‘hahren’ me vhenan," he harrumphed, "you know what I mean.”

Her grin stretched wider. “I do, but I’d enjoy hearing you say it, I think.”

His response was a pathetic toss of a pillow in her general direction, which arced through the air and landed two whole steps from her feet. Ghilara finished tying the knot of her kerchief with her hand and teeth.

“Back by midday!” She called over her shoulder, shutting the door behind her and springing down the steps.

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sulevin lavellan - he/they/any

boys, there's enough space

inspired by the trend of people lifting up their blankets and waiting to see their partner's reaction. sulevin isnt a much of a words person so he just gestures like this pretty often

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this is a purely silly, very cathartic fic that I've written in the midst of my new masters program-- starting from the idea given to me by @arrowfortea about solas sweeping trevelyan off her feet (alcohol likely needing to be involved... mostly as an excuse to insert my headcanon of a wine-drunk housewife solas)

somehow spiraled into a 7k+ fic of silliness and conspiracy and solas doing a lot, LOT of teasing...

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