#saeris lavellan

[alienturnipp]

Talenna & Saeris for @exalted-dawn and @oxygenforthewicked, respectively ☀️🌙

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[samcadoodles]

Commission done for @oxygenforthewicked of their OC Saeris Lavellan bonding with the halla 🥺

[exalted-dawn]

Cuddle Pile of Inquisitor!Talenna and my buddy @oxygenforthewicked ‘s OC Saeris 🥰🥰🥰 they’re cute

[neonteeth]

[ID: Digital drawing of a nonbinary elf with brown skin and dark brown hair that flows in front of him. They are dressed in plate armor, holding on to their sword with a glowing hand. The background is blue overall but a pink and orange light illuminates him from the right side. End ID.]

for @oxygenforthewicked 😌

[nirikeehan]

OC Kiss Week: Rain

and probably also "almost."

@oxygenforthewicked let me borrow Saeris for a bit of a smooch for @ockissweek, and I decided to go completely unhinged and try out a new AU – where *checks notes* Thalia escapes from the Mage Circle and becomes a stage magician/grifter. Saeris does not approve of her choices, as usual.

Words: 490

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He comes in from the rain, long hair wet and dripping, into her dressing room. She’s by the mirror, unpinning her hair. 

“You didn’t have to wait out there all that time,” she says, vaguely horrified.

“I wanted to.” Saeris shrugs. 

Thalia leaves her hair for now, goes for a towel so he can dry off. “What did you think of the show?” 

She suspects he hated it. His face is set in a stoic line, and he isn’t known to sugarcoat. 

“Is this truly the best use of your time?” he asks instead. He scrubs at his hair with the towel and motions to the flyers they had printed for the act: Metrion the Magnificent and Lady Marmalade. The stencil likenesses aren’t very good. “Doing parlor tricks to distract the crowd while he runs his mouth and picks their pockets?” 

Thalia flushes red. “He didn’t try to—?”

“I made sure my coin purse was well secured.” 

Thalia bites her lip. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight, or else I would have warned you.” 

Saeris sighs, puts aside the towel, narrows dark eyes at her attire. A red satin dress with tight bodice and low neckline, it’s something she would have been mortified to wear in the past. But years in the Circle of Ostwick, of wearing the same navy and bronze patterned robes day in and day out — well. Freedom is worth a little embarrassment. 

“You could have come with me, you know.” Saeris’s voice is soft, but disappointed. 

Thalia glances away. She always feels too hot under his gaze. He was the first friendly face to find her when she escaped, but she’d been so young and scared back then. The thought of traveling around with a Dalish elf seemed like it might paint a target on both their backs. It took awhile longer to find Metrion, running from demons of his own, before she felt safe enough to have a traveling companion. 

“He’s just a friend,” she finds herself saying, as Saeris gazes at the illustration of Metrion in a top hat and coattails. “I don’t think I’m his type, if you know what I mean.” 

“He’s only taking advantage of you in one way, then?” 

Thalia flinches. “That’s not fair. You know there aren’t many options for escaped mages, at least not until this war that’s supposedly brewing in the west reaches us.” 

He looks at her with sad, longing eyes, and she turns away. She thinks of asking him to leave, but then she feels his hand on the small of her back, where the lacing ends. “Let me help you out of this absurd dress, at least.” 

Her heart pounding, she whirls. His face is so close, and she closes the space for a brief, warm kiss. But it lingers, longer than she planned. That’s always the way of it. 

“I think I can manage on my own,” she whispers, breaking the spell. 

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

Happy Fridayyyy~ For DADWC, I'm thinking either "I didn’t know where else to go" AND/OR the classic "who did this to you?" for Saeris/Talenna? c:

I have nothing else to say to you except you asked for this u_u

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Post Trespasser, Angst, Hurt In Need Of Comfort, ~460 words

Home | By Exalted_Dawn

“...Who did this to you?”

The question was quiet and cold as death. It promised death. 

Talenna was too tired, too weary, to answer him. And, in truth, part of her feared what he might do if she did. Numbly, she shook her head. She did not want to discuss this now.

But Saeris did not seem to care. “...Was it him?” 

Another ice-sharp question. “Saer, sathan, don’t.” Everything she had wanted to say, every threat she had dared promised to deliver onto him, had already been made. She clutched tighter at her arm, hugging it close as if to shield it even from him. As though, to hide the sight of it might calm Saer’s rage. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into him and sleep. Because then maybe, when she woke up again, she might find that everything had been some sort of shitty dream. She could pretend, just for a while, that none of this happened.

That she hadn’t stepped through that damned eluvian, and hadn’t found him waiting there on the other side. 

“I just…” She pressed further into him, until her brow rested snuggly against his neck. The both of them were sticky with sweat and covered in dirt. Viscera. But the sound of his heart, no matter how thunderous, had always been a comforting one. And even now, on the verge of simply breaking down, in it she found the strength for words and dry eyes. “I just want to forget about this.” I want to go home. 

The fact that she couldn’t loomed somewhere on her periphery, a grey-clothed spectre in the form of the yet unresolved Council. And behind that, a bigger monster. One shadowed, with sharp fangs and a dripping maw. A new foe. Another war to fight. The life she wanted with Saer- their children- 

Talenna bit back a sob so violently that her teeth ached, and dug in further. “Please.”

She could feel his anger. His hunger for vengeance and restitution. They had both faced the brink today, and neither had come out unscarred. Or whole.

I just want to go home.

To him. To his arms. To Salean and Hanehn. And to feel like, for once, the entire damn world wasn’t falling apart around her. But it would seem that she had been right in all her snide jokes and comments. The Creators themselves sought to see her ruined. 

And to think, she had called one of them ‘friend’.

She could have laughed. She had been a fool.

Blood stained arms closed tight around her, shaking and scared but strong. Forceful, even; as if by holding her tight enough, he could pack her tight against his heart and keep her there. Safe. “...Alright. Ma nuvenin, vhenan.” 

‘Let’s go home.’

[badartxd]

Hello hello! Here is my piece of Saeris Lavellan for @oxygenforthewicked !! Thank you so much for commissioning me, he was a delight to draw! 🥹

[peoneys]

‘We might not remember much of what was, but one thing was certain, everyone knew how much the moon loved her human boy’

[rosella-writes]

lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

I'm so happy to have had the chance to write @oxygenforthewicked's beloved Saeris for the DAFF Discord’s Annual OC Swap this year. 💚 Saeris Lavellan is their OC and you can find out more about him here.

Rating: Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 6,648 (complete)

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Relationship: Inquisitor (Dragon Age)/Original Character(s), Nonbinary Lavellan/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Saeris Lavellan, Virelan Iralen (Companion!Virelan AU)

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Feelings Realization, Inquisitor as a Companion, Nonbinary Character, First Kiss, Warrior Lavellan (Dragon Age), Original Character-centric, The Winter Palace (Dragon Age), Sex in the Winter Palace (Dragon Age), Romantic Fluff, Romantic Friendship, Gift Giving, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Woman on Top, Sharing a Bed, Beds

DAFF tag list: @warpedlegacy  | @rakshadow  | @effelants | @bluewren | @breninarthur | @ar-lath-ma-cully | @theluckywizard | @nirikeehan 

[vasallan]

[samcadoodles]

I have made it in time for Mermay!! Have some mermaid Saeris >:3

(OC by @oxygenforthewicked, who also helped me draw this piece ❤️)

[exalted-dawn]

OC Kiss Week 2024, Day 3: Sunrise

Talenna/Saeris for @oxygenforthewicked

[ashalle-art]

Finished the mistletoe Meme last night/today :D Thank you so much for suggesting all the pairings 💕🥰

Which kiss is your fav?

[nirikeehan]

Happy Fridayyy~ For DADWC: "DAY 23: presumed dead" ;-;

HI GIN THANK YOU. I got Thalia x Saeris on the brain again so here, have some pain.

Thalia and Dorian discuss the loss(?) of a certain elven scout for @dadrunkwriting

WC: 667

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“Word for you, ser,” says the requisitions officer, handing Thalia a missive. 

She takes it, unrolls the parchment, reads the words. Then reads them again. The third time, the ink starts to blur together in her vision.

“This can’t be right,” she whispers. 

It says her scout, Saeris Lavellan, was ambushed with his team by a group of Freedmen. None were presumed to have survived. Her mouth feels dry and sticky. 

She leaves the camp, sits on a log, and stares out over the leafy expanse of the Emerald Graves, the missive clutched in her hand. 

Dorian finds her there, some time later. 

“Sovereign for your thoughts,” he says, stepping over the log with long legs and settling beside her. 

Thalia swallows hard and looks down. “It’s nothing.” 

“Ah, yes. Getting a letter, going white, and then disappearing for hours certainly implies it’s nothing.” Dorian adjusts himself, dusts a bit of pollen off one shoulder. “Beautiful place, these Graves, but I’m being eaten alive by mosquitos. Maker, do I hate the South.” 

She can tell he’s trying to get a laugh out of her, but she can only manage a pained smile. “Do you remember one of our scouts? Saeris?”

“The elf with the great hair?” 

Thalia snorts. “That’s the one.” 

“Only in passing. I’m not sure we ever talked. But he cut a striking figure, so I confess he does stand out in my memory.” Dorian narrows his eyes at her. “What about him?” 

The words stick in Thalia’s throat. “He’s dead.” 

“Ah.” Dorian shifts his weight. “That’s too bad.” 

Too bad. Is that really all it is? She crumbles the parchment tighter in one fist. “He’s, um. He was nice to me. I liked his bird.” She sounds like an idiot. She inhales sharply, fighting an onslaught of tears. 

Dorian peers at her, surprised. “Sounds like it was a touch more than that, perhaps?” 

“Yeah. Maybe.” They had kissed once, while camping together in the forests outside Crestwood, when she was brooding over the mistakes she’d made with Blackwall. She agonized over that kiss afterward, worried it was too forward of her, too stupid for her to jump at the first man to be kind to her since the warden. That maybe it would be too strange to continue, her as a highborn lady and Saeris as a representative of the Dalish. But she’d wanted to, maybe, once time permitted. Once her responsibilities cleared out, and she could think about it logically. 

And now it was too late. 

“The Freedmen,” she says, with a sniffle and a scoff. “They’re just some desperate rabble-rousers. That’s hardly a fitting end.” 

Dorian watches her with a heavy expression. “I am not sure any end is fitting, when it comes down to it. It’s always too little, too soon. You always think there will be more time.” He’s looking past her now, into the rustling foliage. Thalia swallows, remembering that Dorian has ghosts of his own, ones that follow him in his quest to aid the Inquisition. 

She sighs, wiping at her eye with a knuckle. “They didn’t even find his body.” There was a grim poetical quality to it, that Saeris should be lost in a land named for the slaughter of his ancestors. 

Dorian puts a hand on her shoulder. “Come now. It doesn’t do to dwell on the gruesome details. Return to camp with me and we can toast to his memory.” 

Thalia raises an eyebrow. “You’ve brought alcohol with you?”

“When am I ever without it?” Dorian grins. “A nice Minrathous red I’ve been saving for a special occasion, ever since I bribed the quartermaster to obtain it.” 

Thalia snorts in spite of herself. 

Dorian nods. “I think now could not be a finer time to drink it.” 

 He leads her through the gathering dusk by the elbow. Thalia stuffs the missive in the pocket of her trousers. She’ll pull it out from time to time in the future, read it over again, and wonder. 

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

ED I come bearing a Talenna/Saeris request this lovely Friday: "You’re not in bed. I came looking for you." AND/OR "I like this. A quiet breakfast with you." ;u;

I started late on my prompts and SOMEHOW churned this baby out XD The power of Talaeris and fluff uwu (and also temporary angst) I love them, Your Honor. They're just so cute domestically uwu

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Slice of Life, Slight Angst, Fluff, ~1.2k words

Empty Spaces and Broken Eggs | By Exalted_Dawn

When he woke in the morning, the bed beside him was cold. Searching palms ghosted along the ripples of fabric, blindly searching for an echo of warmth. For the touch of sleep-warm skin or long, silken hair. But the longer his fumbling search stretched, the more he stirred, alarm growing like a thorned weed in his chest and choking the sense of comfort that normally came with morning. His eyes fluttered open, panic and wrongness flooding him.

Talenna was gone.

Saeris sat up, his eyes flicking first to her spot on the bed– empty– and then to her desk. Papers sat there in thick stacks waiting to be addressed, but nothing about them had changed since last night. Next he checked the balcony; the doors were closed and no one appeared to be outside from where he sat half-propped up. 

He frowned, and the pit in his chest grew. It was not like her not to wake him. Even on his late mornings, she usually roused him just enough to let him know where she would be going. A blurry whisper of a memory he would wake to some hours later. But he could not recall even feeling her leave. With Devotion, he let his concern ripple across the Veil like a baleful wolf’s cry, lonely and searching. 

Where are you? 

But he could not feel her. Not even close. 

Moving then in haste, he shot out of bed and dressed. Memories of the attack at Emprise du Lion flooded his mind– the flash of an assassin’s blade and snow stained red with petals of blood. Her golden eyes, tarnished and unseeing. He could not feel her then either, and his hands began to shake as he attempted to fasten his sash about his waist. 

He hadn’t even bothered with his leather leg wraps. As soon as he was deemed remotely presentable, Saeris was rushing down the stairs, searching with the abilities Devotion granted him for that thread of connection. For the gentle press of her heart, like a welcome presence, against his own. He almost considered Fade Stepping down, but the threat of scaring some unsuspecting serving person witless was too high, and he was not so desperate yet that he would risk revealing Devotion. So he took stairs two at a time, sometimes three, and nearly tripped over his own haste to reach the bottom. He hadn’t even thought to grab Evanura or Vun’amelan. Part of him still clung to the reality that he was likely just being over-dramatic; they were in the heart of Skyhold, and if their Inquisitor had been stolen or hurt, he knew he would be able to feel the panic from everyone like a roiling tidal wave. But that did not stop the images behind his eyes, or the fear in his heart. 

He moved faster. 

Let him be the fool for overreacting. So long as she was safe, then he- 

There was a small warmth that floated against his chest, distant and flickering. A candle flame. Talenna. 

He gripped to it, the heat tangible in his mind just as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He could feel the quiet in her heart, stirred only by a general… frustration maybe. But it was gentled. Softened almost. He pulled open the door at the bottom of the tower, and padded across the main hall, following the thread of their connection.

She was… in the kitchen?

He stood before the unassuming wooden door, and could feel her light now like dawn break from the other side of the wall. She had felt him approach, and her frustration had turned even gentler still, now fluttering with an eager sort of happiness. Inquisitively, she tugged at him, unsure of why he was lingering. 

His hand closed around the handle and he pulled at it just enough for the door to swing open at his will.

Talenna was standing by the cook stoves, her back partially turned to him as her attention remained pinned to a cast iron skillet. But even from where he stood, lit by the hearthfire, he could see her lips curve up in the smallest of smirks. 

Her voice floated through his mind.

‘On’dhea’. 

“You weren’t in bed when I woke,” he said, trying not to let the panic he’d felt leech into his tone. He wasn’t entirely sure he succeeded. “I came looking for you.” 

For a fraction of a moment, her eyes flicked to him, sensing the weight behind the statement, but with a curse they quickly flashed back to the pan as she scraped at something in it with a wooden spatula. 

He spotted a sliver of yellow. An egg?

“Ir abelas, I wanted to surprise you,” she murmured. It was only then that he noticed the scent in the air. A creamy nuttiness, mixed with a touch of nutmeg. Oatmeal. There was a pot of it simmering on the stove next to her, and a whole array of fruit cut up on the table behind her, two bowls sitting empty and expecting beside them. 

His mind numbed still with anxiety, he asked, “You’re making me breakfast?” 

“Trying to,” she snorted. “This is the seventh egg I’ve ruined.” 

He wandered closer, pulling her into his arm as he peered over her shoulder. A disc of egg, crisped black around the edges, sat sadly in the pan, not ruined but certainly a bit overdone. He huffed a laugh, and felt the edges of his panic fade, leaving only a subtle ache in his chest at the sight. I was worried. 

She leaned further back against his chest, the scent of wildflowers wafting softly against him with the movement. “Well worry not. I think I’ll just skip the eggs at this point. I’d rather not risk giving you food sickness.” Her presence pushed against his in unspoken comfort.

He breathed in deep and then relaxed against her. He had been foolish after all. “Serannas, but I would hate for all your hard work to go to waste. And that egg looks edible enough.”

A spark of competing emotions, satisfaction and harsh pride, flared in her for a moment, before Talenna briskly shook her head. “No. I woke up early for this. I would rather we both enjoy our meals, rather than simply tolerate them.” She set the pan aside on a cold burner, and turned in his arms. Slowly, so as not to trip them both, she eased him back towards the tables until they hit the back of his thighs. Smiling up at him, she reached around to grab hold of the bowls. “Now if you would let me serve us both?”

Talenna cocked her brows, waiting. 

But he did not want to let her go. “I will enjoy it. A quiet breakfast with you– what is not to like?” 

Talenna looked unimpressed however, her smile tilting into a shallow pout as she pushed onto her toes and pressed a fleeting kiss to his mouth. “The eggs,” she repeated with a wash of breath, and then retreated from him once more. 

Or tried to.

He wrapped her up tighter in his arms, and chased her lips with his. He kissed her slowly. Deeply. The last of his worry ebbed. And finally, she dared not pull away again. She sunk against his chest, her lips sweet as honey against his own.

A good start to his morning. At least good enough to look past a few burnt eggs and a momentary panic, he thought. Any breakfast, any morning, was a good one, so long as it started with her.

[shivunin]

For the edgy meme - #1 and #10 for your whole crew? Please? 🥰

Brave to ask about all of them haha!! Thank you for the questions, Lilou c: These questions are thought-provoking for sure. That first one was a doozy.

(Edgy OC Ask meme)

1. What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Arianwen: Ooh this is a tough one. I think Wen would often like to wipe the slate clean and start fresh, so to speak. It would be easier and less painful in some ways. If she were to pick just one, I think it would be going back to Ostagar and having to watch Alistair find his brother's body. I think it was the first time she could admit to herself she really cares about him and there was nothing she could do to help. That's a hard place to be if you're used to not caring about people and acting before thinking.

Maria: The sound Bethany's back made when the ogre snapped it. Not her whole death---she wouldn't want to forget her sister's last moments---but the sound haunts her.

Adahlena: The moment she realized her father had been made Tranquil. She could handle losing him and she could handle helping him settle in to his new life, but the moment she realized he was never really coming back is the singular most painful moment of her life.

Elowen: None. The idea of forgetting anything terrifies her. She keeps meticulous notes just in case.

Emmaera: Halamshiral. She despised the experience and now that it's done with and she knows she'll likely never have to interact with the Orlesian crown again she'd rather wipe the whole experience from her mind (except the balcony. She'd hang on to that dance on the balcony)

Salshira: Watching her best friend die as a child. She has always felt responsible, and for a long time would never have given up the memory (it's her fault; she owes it to Saeris to remember), but I think once she comes to terms with it as an adult she would rather put the memory to rest and stop having nightmares about it every night.

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

This is a really funny question because all of my Lavellans were originally written in AUs. Emma, who is my actual canon Inquisitor, has an extremely flimsy timeline because the first fic I wrote for her was an AU haha.

Arianwen: I am working on a sort of spy vs. spy one with her and Zevran right now that's been really fun, but I am playing with the idea of Wen being stuck in a time loop and (entirely separate) a soulmate au inspired by that *strangles you with the red string that ties us together* post

Maria: I just finished the only AU I had planned for her so far (the magician au) but I also was playing with a circus au before that...but I'd have to find a way to make it distinct from the magician au so I need to think on it more.

Adahlena: Her entire existence is an AU, so none.

Elowen: I have an avvar au and a love triangle au for her more than half written, I just haven't felt like coming back to them lol

Emmaera: The mermaid au I'm currently working on! She is an archaeologist at heart and would be out there exploring Elvhen ruins if it hadn't been for the Inquisition. I'm enjoying writing this one because she gets to be in full archaeologist mode (and finds a mysterious man on the beach etc etc). (I want to finish this but I keep getting distracted by Maria). I've also toyed with some kind of vigilante au with her (but let's be real, she spends the greatest swathe of her time in Kirkwall clearing out Darktown and it's not that much of an AU)

Salshira: I also just finished an AU for her! I do think a princess/bodyguard AU would be fun with her (because she would be climbing out the window constantly) but I don't currently have plans to write one. Oh, also the various Josiemancing fics I have for her I guess? They're not really AU but they are alternate to her main timeline.