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divine-donna · 10 months

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inquisition companions react to the inquisitor missing half their arm

because bioware didn’t wanna give it to us, i decided i’d just do it myself. (insert thanos meme) even though i am like years late to the hype.

the game is like 9 years old at this point, but spoilers ahead.

do keep in mind this is my own personal interpretation of each character. it may not be accurate to your own interpretations. (also i know leliana is technically not a companion in inquisition but i included her anyways)

cassandra pentaghast

if cassandra could plunge a knife into the heart of solas, she would. she would not let him get away with betraying you and taking the anchor along with your arm. you had basically fallen into her arms when you emerged from the portal and she had to carry you back to halamshiral. for the days you were unconscious, cassandra was anxious and extra prickly. there were many times where cullen would have to talk her down from her anger. even varric did too.

dorian pavus

the first thing he did was crack a joke. the atmosphere was tense and it just slipped out. “i asked you to come back in one piece, not missing one.” safe to say, the other companions did not approve of his joke. dorian was set to return to tevinter after being notified of his new position as a magister, but he delayed the return to his homeland for you. he sat in your room as you lied unconscious, barely breathing, leg anxious bouncing up and down. when you awoke, you were immediately met with a large and tight hug from him. he knocked the air out of your lungs from that.

blackwall

blackwall admires you. in fact, everyone would go so far as to say he adores you. he thinks of you as strong, capable, almost infallible. you closed rifts, you closed the big green tear in the sky, and you defeated corypheus! what couldn’t you do? all your feats proved to him that you were the strongest leader he could ever know. and yet, you were still mortal. you left the eluvians mortally wounded and exhausted beyond belief, your eyelids so heavy and ready to close so you may drift off into the black void of sleep. blackwall would not let you, not until you were taken away to be cared for. you found him sitting besides you, awake and on guard. your mortality was his reminder that you and him were the same, even if your lives appeared to be completely different. and he understood that the world would need a leader like you and that is dangerous.

iron bull

the bull could feel a stronger kinship with you that day. it appears that the both of you lost something. he betrayed the qun for the inquisition, thus losing a part of himself, his people. you lost a literal part of yourself, something you had to come to terms with after having the anchor for two years. to say iron bull was shaken up would be an understatement. he was getting cassandra to hit him with sticks for days on end while you lied unconscious. he wondered what would’ve happened if he was with you, if maybe...he could’ve stopped solas. but reminiscing never did anyone any good.

cole

as much as he wanted to help you, cole couldn’t. he also understood that you wouldn’t accept his help, no matter how much he insisted. so instead, he did the best thing he could do: help tend to your injuries. what was curious was that he could feel very little of your pain. when he felt your pain two years ago after forming the inquisition, it was concentrated in your hand and forearm. with it gone, you felt at peace. the primary source of pain for you had been washed away. perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, he thought.

sera

sera’s immediate reaction is, like dorian, to crack a joke. everyone is used to her eccentricity. but it felt different this time around. while you laid unconscious, recovering from the long battle, she occupied herself. she had to busy her hands and her legs, keep moving, keep her mind busy. because if she sat too still for even a second, then her mind would think about the worst outcome. she would get images of you, dead, because solas had betrayed you, betrayed her, betrayed the inquisition. hell, he betrayed the world! that knob! thinking he knew what was best! sera’s all the more relieved when it’s revealed you survived. she bursts through the door to see you and hug you tightly, complaining about how much you scared her.

varric tethras

in all honesty, varric should’ve been more prepared to expect...well, the unexpected. he had expectations of you coming out unharmed, untouched. obviously, that was not what happened. and he wondered if he was responsible for this. he had been one of the many people to support you as the inquisitor two years ago, suggesting it. he wondered if he made the wrong decision. but also, part of varric was relieved. he lost someone close to him two years ago. he didn’t know if he could handle losing you too.

vivienne de fer

the court would devour tales of the eluvians and how you managed to survive. that was vivienne’s first thought. people would be talking about you for centuries to come, certainly. and yet, she knew in her soul that was not what you would want. she does her best to minimize what rumors spread when you first emerge from the eluvians and help give you privacy. behind closed doors, vivienne checks on your injuries. part of her is amazed that the anchor was removed so cleanly.

josephine montilyet

josephine has seen many things ranging from serious to just plain absurd. when she was alerted that you had returned with many serious injuries, including the loss of half your arm, she sent messages to get the best possible doctors in all of orlais to help attend to you. the woman was definitely stressed beyond belief. but when she wasn’t trying to get everyone from backing off from you or getting people to look at you, josephine was attending to you herself. you awoke to find her wiping some sweat off your face and when she noticed, she muttered about how great andraste was and embraced you tightly.

cullen rutherford

your knight-commander appeared to take the news very well, much to the disapproval of cassandra. but the moment cullen was alone, in private, he flipped a table, causing everything to crash. all he could feel running throughout his body was regret, guilt, and anger. regret and guilt for not having gone with you. he should’ve. because if he did, maybe you would have came back alright. anger directed towards solas because the apostate had betrayed you, the inquisition. and everything you and him had worked towards was going to crumble. all of his hard work, leliana’s, cassandra’s, josephine’s, it’d all be for naught. cullen ends up spending a lot of time alone while you’re unconscious. he prays to andraste and the maker to distract himself from any wandering thoughts going towards lyrium. certainly the new mabari hound he decided to adopt on a whim helps with distractions at least.

leliana

the woman has seen many things in her lifetime, having experienced the fifth blight itself and been part of that fight against the archdemon. still, things aren’t easy when you come back from the eluvians missing half of your arm. even if it goes against all her duties, leliana stays with you until you wake up to make sure you’re alright. you’re the inquisitor after all and it’s vital that you’re still alive.

solas

he’s the one who took it. you think he cares?

in all seriousness, it gave him no pleasure to remove your arm for the anchor. even if his plan was...well, shoddy we should say, the anchor was going to kill you. he had no choice. carrying your hand and forearm around felt heavy. he could carry it just fine but what made it heavy was the burden that came with his plan to tear down the veil and bring doom upon the world in a desperate attempt to bring it back to what it once was. and also, the burden of having harmed you.

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imdoingaokay · 5 months

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Romanced!DAI Companions and Advisors (+ Platonic!Vivienne) when The Inquisitor returns to Skyhold late

(A/N: Heyyyy guys... I've missed you :) This past few months have been awful for me... but I'm back... teeheehee

I think this is gonna be really niche so I feel a need to explain what I was thinking??? Basically, The Inquisitor has been on a mission for a while now and they're returning extremely late at night.

Apologies for the inaccurate lore stuff, I don't think hours exist in Dragon Age because they don't have clocks? Or they do??? I dunno man I got a final tomorrow and I don't know if I'm gonna pass

Just know that the whole reason I got inspired for this was because it was late and I was imagining Vivienne watching The Inquisitor come back and her wrapping her robe around her waist like a mom watching their grown child come home from a rave or something

Once again, no beta we die like men

And happy late dragon age day, love y'all)

TW: Mentions of death

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Unable to sleep. He’s waiting, whittling at the griffon he keeps. He doesn’t want to sleep anways, who will greet his lover? The wind? No. He’ll stay up, just for a few minutes longer, he tells himself… But soon he finds himself whittling into the early hours of the morning. That’s when there’s a stir of the guards, the whispers, and alerts are quiet, as to not wake up the many souls sleeping, but the message is clear.

His love has returned. And he will wait by the gate, a grin on his face and sleepiness in his eyes. He greedily hopes his lover may wish to sleep a few hours before the rest of Skyhold truly awakens.

Cassandra: She’s in bed, but not sleeping, reading a book. She’s trying to sleep, but her anxieties are getting to her. Somehow, ever since she got the letter saying that her love was returning, she fears even more. Her mind is plagued with images of an assassinated Inquisitor on the way back to her. Maker! Why didn’t that fool just bring her?

Just as she scoffs, she hears something of a commotion outside. She prays for a moment, the news is good, and she throws on her armor, knowing better than to leave her room without it, and rushes to the gate. This is where her fears are put to rest as she greets her lover, a relieved smile on her face. And it is with this her sleepiness finally settles in. after a quick word, she urges her lover to rest, with or without her. All that matters that they returned.

Cullen Rutherford: He hasn’t slept since his lover left. A few moments where he stares off into space, drifting off before yanking himself back into consciousness. So it feels normal for him as he scribbles away the missives on his desk, being sure to double check each one so he didn’t accidentally write something foolish in his sleep deprived state. Somehow, in this half-dead state of his, he can hear the murmuring of guards outside of his door, and one enters.

The guard has been ordered to inform Cullen of when they see The Inquisitor, so when they enter, Cullen knows what it’s for. And somehow, the sleepiness Cullen once had disappears, replaced with a drive he always feels when his lover returns. He rushes down the battlement steps, sure to not seem too desperate to his men. And in his excitement, he quickly meets his lover halfway on the bridge. They may be on their horse, but Cullen will happily walk back with them, looking up at them like they hold his whole world in their hands. When his lover gets off their horse, however, that is when he embraces them, a chaste kiss pressed to their cheek. This is when he finally asks them to rest with him, as his exhaustion is coming to bite him in the ass.

Dorian Pavus: Dorian has lied to himself multiple times throughout the night. He lied to himself claiming he didn’t care if he was asleep when his amatus returned from their very dangerous mission. So he lays in his bed for hours, trying to sleep. And when he can’t? He lies to himself, coming up with some excuse as to why his mind will not rest. So he waits in the library, sipping a glass of wine while attempting to read nonchalantly. Of course, he seemingly can’t. So he decides to wait on the battlements, claiming he must need some fresh air. Even though he despises how cold it is that night.

But, somehow, without meaning to, he notices the small group of people making their way across the bridge. And, without a reason at all, a huge weight is lifted off of Dorian’s shoulders.

He lets out a sigh and returns to the warmth of the library, happy to wait for his lover to come to him. And when he does, only then does Dorian finally agree to go to sleep.

Iron Bull: Doesn’t sleep, but this is because he knew his lover was coming back tonight. So he waits patiently in the tavern, a ear out and ready, waiting for murmurs of The Inquisitor’s return. And when he does hear, he happily shoots up from his chair and makes his way to the gate, happy to greet his lover.

Bull was only slightly worried to be away from his lover, he knew they could handle their mission without him, but still, who knows what could happen? But the news that The Inquisitor was coming back? That was enough to settle his nerves. But seeing… and feeling his lover in his arms? That is what truly relaxes him.

Josephine Montilyet: Josephine is the only one who is asleep, she was corralled to his bedroom by Leliana, who told Josephine that she would wake her up when The Inquisitor returned. True to her word, Leliana gently shook awake a sleepy Josephine who, wrapped in a robe, quickly made her way to the empty Great Hall. She situated herself onto Vivienne’s balcony. She happily watched her lover pass the gates a promptly made their way to her, greeting her with a gentle kiss, which Leliana thankfully turned away from. Afterwards she’s happy to lead her lover to bed, as the second the pair’s heads hit the pillow, the pass effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.

Sera: Sera’s mindlessly making arrows, her door is locked, as she grew tired of Cole trying to make his way into the room to encourage Sera to talk about her anxieties surrounding her Inky leaving without her. She doesn’t even know her lover has returned until she hears the door jiggle a bit before her lover’s voice calls, “Sera, I saw the light was on, are you awake?”

This is when Sera happily throws the door open and grabs her Inky and drags them inside her room, into her arms. The two were eventually found the next morning by a messenger, who reported The Inquisitor and Sera were fast asleep in a pile of various blankets and pillows.

Solas: Solas isn’t sleeping much either, somehow he can’t take his mind off of his vhenan. He completely understand why his lover would take another person on their adventure, potentially a different mage than him. But he worries when they’re away! And there’s not much to do in Skyhold when The Inquisitor is gone. Most servants and nobles steer clear from him. He busies himself painting the various frescos in the atrium. He’s just taken a break and decided to walk along the battlements, and that’s of course, when he sees his beloved. He’s happy to walk down the stairs of the battlements and meet his lover at the gate, awaiting them with open arms. He happily leads them away, whether to their bed in their room, where Solas will leave them to rest. Or if they prefer, they can spend a bit of time in the atrium alone, Solas would be happy to hear the stories of his vhenan’s journey.

Varric Tethras: Varric is rotating between the tavern and The Great Hall. Ever since he first got the letter from his lover, happily informing him of their return, he’s only been more nervous. Like Cassandra, he fears the image of a truly tragic hero, beaten down on the way back to the arms of their lover.

He thinks he’s been writing too much tragedy when he firsts gets that mental image

Nevertheless, he pushes through the night.

Eventually, he’s sitting at his usual spot near the fire, unhappily grumbling to himself, sounding like a real dwarf. His mind is racing, and he can’t seem to get the thoughts to stop. So, for one last time that evening, he walks out of the hall, preparing to return to the tavern for a drink and a song from Maryden. That’s when he sees his beloved standing by the gate, quietly talking with a solider who leads their horse away. They’ve returned and they’re safe, that’s all he needed to know.

When The Inquisitor finally catches a glimpse of their lover, all they see is a bright grin spread across his face.

Varric is happy to go along with whatever The Inquisitor wants, bed, a drink, a tale by the fire, he’s just relieved they’ve returned.

Vivienne: Vivienne lies to herself. The day that she hears The Inquisitor will be returning that evening, she nods and nonchalantly walks away. Yet she finds herself constantly checking the gate everytime there is movement in that direction. She has no idea why, however. Her friend, whom she doesn’t really call friend, is taking an awful long amount of time to just get back to Skyhold.

She justifies her musings on The Inquisitor’s safety as rationally as she can. If The Inquisitor dies, Thedas will be lost. If The Inquisitor dies, her position in court may affected. If The Inquisitor dies, she will be sad-

That is what gives her pause. She straightens her back, hands quickly going to her face as if to smooth out her frown that was previously there, and then she turns on her heel and returns to her sofa. She attempts to swallow down her fear the entire day, but as the night swiftly covers Skyhold, she finds herself unable to sleep. The moons is high in the sky when she emerges from her room, robe tightly wrapped around her. She is sure not a single soul will see her in such a… vulnerable state. She quickly makes her way to the balcony again, and stays there for what feels like an entire age. But just as she gets ready to sigh and return to a sleepless night in her bed, she hears a disturbance coming from the gate. That is where she sees The Inquisitor, alive and perhaps wrapped in the arms of lover. And with a sigh of… relief? She quietly returns to her chambers. Never speaking of this again.

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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oh i got one. Dragon age with Solas, Cassandra, Varric, Cullen, Josephine, Leliana, iron bull, and Sera.

Where their inquisitor!S/O has a identical twin to the point it's uncanny. And when said twin came for a surprise visit, they both decided to prank everyone by appearing in separate places so it would look like the inquisitor was in two different places at once. How long did it take before they realize that there were two of them.

Hahahaha! I love it 🤣 Twin shenanigans

Solas - he’s not so easily tricked, but finds you and your twin’s antics humorously endearing

Cassandra - she was surprised at first but after the few times you two prank her, she’s all like “ok haha 😒 very funny”

Varric - he thought he noticed something was different at first, but caught on pretty quick when the three of you had a good laugh over it

Cullen - you’re going to give him a heart attack!! But now he’s double thinking everything like “was that then I kissed or their twin?”

Josephine - takes her a bit of a while but she started picking up on it, with the little mannerisms here and there. Surprised when she figures it out but excited to meet your twin!

Leliana - busy AF so she gets frazzled about it at first, “wait you were there?” “Now you’re here?!”, until you reveal to her it’s your twin. “Oh it’s so nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much!”

Iron Bull - he’s perceptive about these things so he also figures it out three of you have a good laugh about the pranks you’ve all pulled in the past

Sera - oh she’s loving this!! Finally two more people who can be her prank buddies in Sky Hold

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year

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Fellow Bioware fans, specifically for Dragon Age Inquisition- Hear me out on this idea ive had

So what if Bioware did a DLC for Dragon Age: Inquisition, similar to Mass Effect's Citadel DLC

(And for those who don't know the Citadel DLC, its an...expansion pack? Or something similar that allows the crew of ME3-Mass Effect 3- to have a shore party on the Citadel. It has mini games to play of all kinds, small scenes with our favorite characters, love interest or not, and even a bit of a quest line to follow that is very hilarious and even more exciting, plus a bit more dialogue added to the game I believe)

Anyhow-What if, despite the circumstances, the inner circle of the Inquisition got something similar. Maybe not a whole vacation in itself but still something, y'know? I know Tresspasser may have did something similar but this is just me imaging fun and more comical with the potential chaos of the Inquisition crew.

Imagine this- romance scenes with the love interests like-

Seeing a more playful side of Cullen as we volunteer to help with dog training. Perhaps finally seeing him without a suit and in some casual clothes for once. I can just imagine a scene of him getting tackled by dogs as our inquisitor is laughing their ass off on the side.

Seeing Cassandra get pulled into relaxing for a bit by reading a story together, maybe her indulging in some fun by voicing the dialogues as our inquisitor is the one to act them out more.

Seeing Solas take us through a bit of an art gallery and pointing out his favorite pieces as he explains the meanings behind it. Then deciding at the end of it that he would like to make a peice with us or paint something in our quarters by our asking.

Seeing our favorite mage, Dorian go out on an actual date with his boyfriend and easing his nerves about being public about it. Him waving them off and saying thats hes fine, but obviously melting once he realizes that no one cares that its two men. And not just that- but him being sassy and playful, flirting with his Amatus as they dine together freely.

Piggybacking off the previous one, if your inquisitor is female and bestfriends with him instead, then the two having a nice day out together. Maybe if he isnt romanced to Bull in that playthrough, then helping him get a small date with someone. Maybe he fails a bit, but is able to laugh about it cause it was less terrifying than he thought compared to home. (You can plainly tell how much I adore this man)

Going to see a Jousting match with The Iron Bull. Maybe not as exciting as Dragons but perhaps Bull can read into the body language and tell whos going to loose, and instead of just telling us, he makes it a game that WE have to guess instead. Romanced version- if we win, hes laughing a bit, saying "Thats my Kadan!" (Jfjsjffs)

Blackwall probably can't do a whole lot, considering after his real identity problem, so maybe he makes pulls together a nice dinner instead. (Mostly for romance version) And somewhat saying towards the end, "You may be the Inquisitor, but you're still a lady, and you should be treated as such."

Look, I havent romanced Black wall that often, but boy- from the scene on youtube, the man can sure show his gentleman side.

And the fact that you can romance him as any race? OOO- Just imagine how much more tender that'll feel for a qunari or eleven inquisitor, LIKE-DKDJSOWNAK MAN WANTS HIS LADY TO BE TREATED LIKE THEY DESERVE

Anyhow, im gettin' off subject-

Helping Cole on a task he asked from us. It could be something so simple as flower picking cause he felt a little girl nearby feeling real upset about something and wanted to help.

I know alot of people have different views of Cole, just like any character, and people see him as either the son or little brother depending on how you go about it. So maybe this can go either way. Especially if your character is elven, they can give him tips on which flowers may be more appropriate or safer to leave for the little one.

(Ignore this if you want- My main Inquisitor is an elven chick named Bellatrix and ive always imagine her having a small soft side for Cole, treating him like a little brother in some areas cause he reminds her of her siblings. )

There are so many ways to go about this whole idea, honestly. And while I don't have many ideas for Sera, Josephine, Leliana, Varric, and Vivienne, I would have loved to see scenes with them in playful moments like these. Like Vivienne shopping with the Inquisitor or Sera going on that promise to make cookies with them and it turns into a whole mess but both end up laughing on the floor, flour caked on.

Out of all the Dragon Age games, Inquisition has to be my l, above all, favorite because of the outright love the characters bring to your character. Whether they are a steel on the outside, light hearted qunari, a playful and chaos making elf, or a soft but proud decision making dwarf with a bit of clumsyness. You cant really say that it doesnt matter what or how your character is, but its true how much it does matter cause it brings just another side of possibilities with such a character.

I apologize for my ranting but if you've taken the time to read this, please share your ideas with me cause even though hasn't made something like this for Dragon age, fans surely bring that idea to light in any way they can💜

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #cassandra pentaghast #the iron bull #cullen rutherford #da solas #cole dragon age #blackwall #dragon age games #Dragon Age x inquisitor #dragon age x reader

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multiverse-menagerie · 1 year

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4 on the OTP asks for our favorite elves (Ferris, Zevran, and Solas) ?

Ah yes our…favorite…elves -side eyes Solas- anything for you nonnie <3

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Zevran

You know, this might actually be a balanced relationship in terms of protectiveness

Unless you are completely untrained in how to protect yourself, Zevran will be fully confident in your abilities and he’ll expect the same from you

He’s a well-trained assassin and he knows how to handle and take care of himself. Zevran certainly won’t be mad about you wishing him well or encouraging him to be careful, but he doesn’t need nor want you trying to step between himself and danger

He’ll put himself between you and danger only if you start struggling and are clearly being overwhelmed

The both of you are more likely to be protective of one another in conversations, particularly when people try to question your relationship or make pointed remarks about either you or Zevran

Fenris

If Fenris had his way, he would stand between you and the world. However, he understands how unrealistic that would be

That doesn’t stop him from trying, mind you. Even if you’re stronger than him, he’s putting himself there by you, helping you fight your battles. Whether those are physical or conversational, Fenris feels like this is something he needs to do for you

In turn, he does not expect that from you. He doesn’t expect you to think he needs protecting and so if you do so, he’s a bit baffled. In a fight, he’ll reprimand you for placing yourself between him and danger and remind you that’s he’s fully capable (a hypocrite honestly, bc so are you, but he won’t hear it).

In conversation… Fenris is used to being spoken down to, being viewed as less-than. He honestly doesn’t even pay attention to those sorts of remarks anymore. But the first time you speak up in defense of him, and he can tell by your tone how honest you are, he’s thrown off balance

He tries to let you handle your own battles, whatever they may be. But no matter what, Fenris is always a presence by your side, ready to step in front of you again

Solas

Solas is obviously not the strongest man. Talented and smart and powerful yes, but not particularly physically imposing. He knows better than to place himself between you and danger, though he has plenty of barrier spells ready to go at a moments notice

And I think the same could be said for conversation. He recognizes that you’re capable and smart and he lets you handle any nonsense people try to attack you with

It’s only when you’re not present, unable to defend yourself, that Solas speaks up. Snappy, impatient, and frankly unimpressed, his defense of you is almost more of an attack on whoever dared open their mouth

Protecting him is…a little different. Solas holds himself in such a way, that he rarely needs you stepping up for him. If you voice this thought to him, that you feel like you can’t help him this way, he’ll just wave your worries away

“You do enough. More than enough. I am well used to looking after myself, though I will admit, it’s…flattering, that you try for me.”

#solas x reader #fenris x reader #Zevran x reader #da x reader #dragon age x reader #dragon age reader insert #da reader insert

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yanderesbeloveddarling · 2 months

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Do you have any Yandere Solas headcanons?

Ahh absolutely! I won't be as creative as I would like to because I didn't play Inquisition in so long. I'm sorry.🩷But I love him and I'm glad you asked! Sorry it's been ages, I had a lot going on. I hope you're still here.

I thought of a yandere Solas before! "A talented dreamer can shape the Fade and affect the dreams of sleeping people, killing or driving them mad." Think about all the dirty things that could happen. And the way he would haunt your admirers.

Note: I accidentally posted this while it was a draft and privated afterward.

Yandere Solas headcanons

stalking, possessiveness, non-con, kidnapping

Dreams:

Naturally, he can navigate this world far better than you ever could, and you would have no idea of his visits, of the hours he spends watching you. Would you even know if he played with your mind? If he reached closer than he allows himself in the material world? Maybe he even liked to have you so unaware, unable to fight back.

Just as he can never get you out of his head, he would not let you forget about him. Even after leaving you, he would have you dream of him every night. Do you deny yourself sleep for it? Or do you embrace your slumbers for a glimpse of him? His hunger is not sated by a mere glance at you, but he can't have you remembering those moments yet. But if you wake up in the middle of the night, hot and bothered, needing something to fill you, there's probably a reason for that.

You may call him selfish, he would not protest to that, but he wouldn't change himself for it. If you ever tried to move on, or if anybody had their eyes on you, he would know. One night is all he needs to fix that. - You can't have a peaceful sleep if you dare think of anybody else but him. He would burn images in your mind, of what you could have instead. He would have you plead for a real touch, beg for a release. But you wouldn't deserve that. He just has to make sure he ruins you till all you can think of is him. - Whoever thinks they can find a place in your heart would have the worst nightmares of their life, if they can even awaken from it. No matter how much they liked or loved you before, they would not be able to fight against what they experienced. And if they ever did, Solas would find a way to make sure they won't wake up from it the next time.

Kidnapping:

You may have parted ways, but it doesn't have to stay that way. He doesn't have to be fulfilled with dreams of you when he can just have you. Whether he sticks to his path or change his goals, he will make sure you're by his side for it.

He would find ways to keep you busy, enjoy it as your assertive protests slowly turn into whimpers in his ears, break you down until your love for him overpowers anything else.

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shaebutter-baby · 1 year

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My solas and lavellen got married and lived happily ever after….please let me live my fantasy🥲

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 1 year

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Thighs

Summary:No matter the situation, you always have a hand on their thigh

Type:Hcs: Krem X M!Reader: Josephine X M!Reader: Iron Bull X M!Reader: Solas X M!Reader

Version:Inquisition

Josephine

She must admit, it did make her alittle flustered

Especially since you did it so often

More specifically, everytime you sit sat next to eachother

But she doesn't mind

Krem

He started thinking it was a subconscious thing

Mainly because you did it everytime you say next to him, even if people could see

It use to annoy him, but now be doesn't mind at much

He actually now waits for it, he enjoys the warmth

Solas

It would definitely surprise him, but only the first few times would he push your hand off

Mainly because he was embarrassed

He still is, but now be only looks away from your hand

To avoid the blush

Iron Bull

He finds it amusing

Especially if you're surprised the first time with how big his thighs really are

He doesn't mind in the slightest, hw actually enjoys it

It's nice having a more loving contact rather than a lustful one

[A/n: Back again with the thighs. I hope you enjoyed]

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anim3-g33k25 · 8 months

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Forbidden - Cullen x Fem! Reader (chapter one)

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"It's too much! We can't defeat them!" One of the mages says as it tries to put up a barrier but is knocked down by a rage demon. An (s/c) mage looked around at the battlefield to see half of her companions downed either hurt or dead.

"We have to push forward! We are almost there!" She said as she tried to motivate them, but it wasn't working. They were slowly giving up and she had to think fast.

They were currently trying to get to Haven where they heard where the rest of the mages were, but they were attacked by some unknown creatures. She lets out a frustrated yell as she shoots ice at a demon instantly killing it and it went inside some portal.

"Over there!" She heard someone say that wasn't a part of their group. She looked over to see the Herald and his companions and she let out a sigh of relief. She was out of potions and her health was pretty low.

As soon as the Herald arrived, they worked together to get rid of the demons, and the herald closed the portal and everything went back to normal like it didn't happen at all instead of the groaning from her downed mages. She stood up and looked at the rest of the standing mages who were helping out the injured mages. She was relieved that the worse part was over and they can finally make it to Haven especially since the Herald was here.

She turned towards the group as they walked towards her and she gave a slight bow. "(Y/N) Amell. It's finally nice to meet you Herald of Andraste." She said standing back up to stare at the taller male.

"How do you know who I am?" He asked and she looked at him quizically. "Everyone should know who you are. You are the Herald are you not?" And the male rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I wouldn't call myself that. Manuel would be just fine." She gave a slight nod and looked at the other mages with a sigh.

"Mind telling me why are there a bunch of mages out here in the wilderness?" He asked with a small tone as he looked at the other mages.

"We were making our way to the Safe Haven when we came upon the rift and it became too much for us to handle. As you can see." She mumbled as she gestured to her fellow companions. "Wait, why are you trying to get to Haven?" A female voice called out and (y/n) looked over to the voice to see a pixie-haired woman looking at her with a glower.

"We have nowhere to go. We have been with the circle but ever since it has been destroyed, we have been on our own ever since." She answered truthfully then looked back to the mages that were now standing up behind her. "I am their leader now ever since we left and I am all they got." She then looks back at Manuel pleading. "We were hoping to help out the Inquisition. Anything that you need we can do."

He thought about it for a second as the pixie-haired woman cut in on his thinking process. "You're seriously not thinking about letting some apostates stay at Haven, are you? Even if they can help we could get in trouble." She said walking up towards him and the dwarf cut in, "I think it's a good idea for them to join us."

"Please... I don't want to fail them..." (Y/N) pleaded more. She wasn't like this but she was getting desperate and she didn't want to fail them either. Manuel took a second to think about it and looked at Cassandra. "I think that we have enough room at Haven for them. If they give problems, notify me." Cassandra looked like she was going to protest but her lips became a thin line and nodded her head.

"Understood Herald. I hope that we don't regret it." She said with a warning tone. Y/N felt her chest swell with happiness. She can't believe that they were finally going to be safe.

"Many thanks, Herald. You won't regret this at all." She said as she places her hand over her heart and bowed, then turned towards the other mages with a smile.

"My friends! After today, we won't have to worry about sleeping and bandits will kill us in our sleep. We have found the Herald. We will be going to Haven." (y/n) said with a big smile on her face and some mages cheered as some had smiles on their face. She fulfilled the promise that she made to them and she was going to keep that.

Back at Haven

"Has the Herald come back yet," Cullen asked walking inside Josephine's office as she was at her desk writing some reports.

"I believe not. I did get word that he did pick up a group of mages from the circle." Josephine said not looking up from her work and Cullen's face turned into confusion.

"Mages from the circle? Do you mean apostates?" He asked as he puts his hand against the end of his sword.

"Yes, but the report said that they were running since the circle was destroyed," Josephine said now looking up, and Cullen went rigid. 'Mages from the destroyed circle? Does that mean...' "Is there anything wrong with that Commander?"

"No... I'm just worried about the apostates being in Haven. We just had a problem with them." He partially lied. He was having flashbacks from when he was in the circle and it was not good flashbacks instead of the one girl that he was in love with.

"Will it be better if you met them before we let them in?" Josephine suggested as Cullen snapped out of his thoughts.

"I don't think that is not a good idea. If they were from the circle that was destroyed, then they don't want to see the Templar that was overseeing the whole circle." Cullen suggested and Josephine nodded her head in understanding.

"Understood commander, but I hope that you will come by and give them a chance. Now if that is all, I would like to get back to work please." She said looking back down at her work, Cullen nodded his head and left the room.

He wants to see who these mages were but he didn't want to cause any conflicts between them already.

A few hours later

(Y/n) walked around the little campsite that was inside the walls of Haven. It was small, and it had some defense but it was better than being outside in the wild. She walked towards the camp where the mages were being held and she smiled. They were in much better spirits than the last fight and getting the rest that they needed.

"(Y/N)!" A young elf mage named Massa came up to her, and (y/n) smiled at her. "Massa! How is everything going with the healing?"

"Everyone is healing well. Some will make it through the night and some will be able to fight." Massa said placing her hands behind her back. "That's good. I'm... uh sorry for everything and getting everyone hurt, and some killed." (Y/N) said the last part quietly, and Messa waved her off.

"It's quite alright. I had more fun than staying in that old tower, but do we trust these people? I heard that they were trying to get the Templars to join them." Messa states with a scared tone.

"What else are we supposed to do, Messa? We can't just keep running forever or stay out in the wilderness," (y/n) states as she stared at the short elf with her (e/c) eyes. Messa looks like she was going to say something but she closed her mouth aced nodded her head.

"Just take the help wherever you can even if it's dangerous. I trust the Herald to keep us safe." (Y/n) said placing her hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Now go help out wherever you can so you can pay back their kindness." Messa's worried face becomes more confident as she nodded her head and walked hurriedly off.

The older woman smiles as she watched the girl run off then starts to head off toward the camp where the soldiers were training at. Haven is such a beautiful place with snowy mountains. She looked around the campsite is saw a blonde tuft of hair for a split second.

She was going to walk over to introduce herself but she thought against it as she thought that no one wanted to see an apostate until she was properly introduced as not the enemy. She turned around to go back to the mage camp when she ran into the Herald.

"My apologies Herald! I didn't mean to run into you." She said apologetically and her cheeks became red. "It's quite alright. I was just coming to get you so you can meet the war council." He states with a smile and (y/n) felt her stomach drop a little. She knew it was coming but she didn't think it was so soon. "Is now a bad time?" Manuel asked as he saw the color drain from her (s/c) face.

"No! I mean, uh... Right now is a good time. I don't want to raise suspicion among your people since you are already having problems with the mages." She said rubbing her (h/c) hair in apprehension. Manuel nods his head and nodded towards the gate that leads inside Haven.

She walked with him slowly toward the temple and she heard what the people of Haven were saying about her and her people.

"Did you hear that the Herald brought in more mages?"

"Yes, I have. But don't you think that's a bad idea if we are going to side with the Templars?"

"If they find out that we have some apostates in Haven they won't help any more than they have now."

(Y/N) felt her blood run cold. They were thinking about siding with the Templars? She thought to herself as she looked up at the taller male. He kept his stare forward as he was used to this by now and it didn't bother him. They walk inside the temple and (y/n) took a look around seeing the different intricate designs.

They came up to a door and the Herald opened the door walking inside with (y/n) following in after him. They sat there in silence for a few seconds before the Herald started to talk.

"If you don't mind me asking, which circle did you come from?" He said suddenly and (y/n) jumped slightly at his voice and he apologized afterward.

"No, it's quite alright. I'm was from Fereldan. Kinloch Hold. I was there when it was destroyed by the rouge mages." She explains not looking into his eyes. She doesn't like to talk about what occurred to her and her friends, and that's why she vowed to get them to safety.

"Oh? Our commander is a former Templar from that circle. I heard about the circle. Luckily they had rebuilt it." He explained but she wasn't listening to him. She was worried about the former Templar that was here. Were they in trouble if they stayed here? She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the door opening behind them.

She turned around to see two women and a taller man with the same blonde hair. He locked eyes with her before quickly adverting his eyes. Maybe out of fear? Guilt? She doesn't know.

"Oh! Just in time. Meet the consultants. Josephine Montilyet our advisor for politics and diplomacy." Manuel gestured to the woman who had almost silk-like clothing. Josephine smiled warmly and bowed in respect. "Nice to meet you. It must've been hard to lead such a big group through the wilds?" She said looking at her with sadness in her eyes.

"Yes it was hard but we were able to make it this far. With so few casualties." (Y/n) explained with a small smile on her lips. Josephine gave a small nod of respect and smiled back. "Next is Leliana. She is our consultant secret forces."

"It's nice to meet you. Luckily you're on our side because we didn't want to kill you or your mages." Leliana stated with an eerily tone and (y/n) was going to ask what she meant then she remembered that she probably had information on her and the other mages so she decided against it and kept her mouth shut.

"And lastly this is our commander of our troops, Cullen Rutherford." He stated as he gestured to the taller male with blonde hair. The said man made eye contact with her and she was stuck in place as she remembered those hazel eyes back in the circle, when they had feelings for each other.

"And this is (y/n) Amell. We found her in the wilds trying to look for Haven and is prepared to help us during this upcoming war." Manuel stated breaking her eye contact with Cullen to look at him but she can feel the other male's eyes on her.

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randoimago · 2 years

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Hello I don't know if you still do Dragon Age headcanons? if you do I have an idea for Fenris, Solas, and Zevran react to a s/o who is a martial artist that is technically a mage but instead of casting spells they use it to enhance their physical capabilities and packs a mean punch that can rupture the ground, destroy armor, and really knock down larger enemies.

S/O Using Magic to Help Their Physical Capabilities

Fandom: Dragon Age

Characters: Fenris, Solas, Zevran

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: You can always check my fandoms list to see what I'm writing for!!

Fenris

He's not the biggest fan of using magic to enhance physical aspects just because of the hell he's gone through. Just not a fan of magic at all.

So if you want to cast spells and then throw punches then good for you. He's sticking to his sword.

Still keeps an eye out in case your spell fails and you need backup. He doesn't like magic, but he likes you. So he's not going to let you die.

Can't deny being impressed with what your magic does for you, so long as you're not talking to demons are using your blood then he won't be too annoyed with the magic use.

Solas

It is fascinating seeing what you use magic for.

Honestly, this is Solas, he's probably used some magic to add to his own punch if someone pissed him off enough.

Does still keep an eye on you. Your fists might pack a punch with magic, but he knows that magic comes with weaker constitution.

So you can keep packing your punches and he'll save some mana to heal you. He can't deny that you make a good team.

Zevran

Is absolutely going to make comments about what else can be amplified with the use of magic.

Does think it's a good trick to punch someone with fire or add some ice in there.

Might ask if you can put something on his daggers to give them some extra "oomph".

Not that he needs help killing people, but they look prettier if there's some flames. It cleans the blood easier too.

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headcanon requests!

i’m feeling like trying my hand at some headcanon requests! send in some general ideas/prompts and i’ll probably do a bunch for different characters :) definitely for dragon age, but also check out my request posts for other fandoms i vibe with.

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ratofthemedievalsewers · 1 year

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My Heart Bleeds Whenever I Look Upon You, But I Can Not Bring Myself to Turn Away - Part I

Solas x Dalish, Inquisitor, Male Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, canon typical violence

Part I: Even in darkness Vhenan, I shall guide you home.

"Ir abelas, Mythal save us!"

Y/N woke with his heart clawing to escape from his own chest, bed sheets soaked with sweat that had seeped through the simple, white cotton nightwear shirt. He felt it stick to his skin, clinging desperately to the curves and forms of his body. His breathing was ragged and untamed, causing his brain to fog and his head to feel weightless as if it could just simply roll off of his shoulders.

Slow, deep breaths.

In... Hold... Out... Repeat.

So many nights practising the same routine.

Y/N turned to the beds that lay a few steps beside his own, thankfully his nightmare had not woken those who he shared a bed chamber with. He knew some nights simple dreams would turn into him screaming, pulling him from those same dreams with a burning throat and aching lungs. Thankfully he hadn't had one that bad while in Haven.

It surprised him nonetheless, that his friends who slept with knives beneath their pillows and swords by their fingertips had never heard him. Not when he woke as if he had been drowning, or when he slipped from the tacky covers to feel his bare feet on the cold, stone floor or when he slipped through the door of their shared room out into the hallway.

Another routine; slithering through the halls of the Chantry building, avoiding the night shift guards that forced their tired eyes open, pushing against the sleep that threatened to claim them where they stood. Y/N would move through the shadows gifted by low burning torch light, finally letting out a breath when his back pressed against a heavy wooden door and all that stood in front of him was a ladder leading to the roof.

Even during the warmer months, Haven was frost ridden. Nestled snugly between the mountains it never received the warm winds from the north, instead, the snowy ranges kept a blanket of cold stillness across Haven. With Y/N used to the milder, damper-heavy forests the frigid air made his muscles ache and his bones creek at any movement. Even standing still for too long made his limbs go numb.

Sitting on the rooftop of the old Chantry building did nothing to help the creeping feeling of slowly being paralysed by frost. The tiles beneath him were like fresh ice, jagged and unwelcoming, making even his skin feel raw beneath his heavy sleeping trousers. The light wind that had found its way through the hills was bitter and cruel as it caressed the thin layer of his nightshirt and bare face.

The scar within the heavens shone brighter than the stars, its crackling, green lighting harsher in the dark, the Lichtenberg figures the static created twisting and gripping onto the sky with too many fingers to count. Within the eye of the storm there was a window to an unknown world Y/N wished he would never have to return to; its towering, gravity-defying pillars of jagged rock, dense, choking fog, and the creatures that scuttle and crawl within it.

He shivered and pulled his arms tighter around himself, ignoring the protests coming from his aching back.

"It'll be hard to save the world if its mighty hero catches a cold." Y/N violently turned at the voice, almost slipping on the tiles in the process. Solas stood there with a gentle smile gracing his lips, eyebrows slightly raised in an almost concerned way. He took a moment before approaching, an ugly-coloured blanket draped over his forearms.

Solas was careful as he sat beside Y/N on the awkwardly sloped tiles; not too close, but close enough that he could drape the scraggily blanket over the other man's shoulders. It did not keep in any warmth as there was so little in the first place, but it acted as a stronger barrier against the wind, which seemed to whine at the loss of someone to torment.

"Thank you, Solas," Y/N's throat still felt raw from trying to keep his sobbing quiet, the remnants of dried tears still clinging to his blushing cheeks. He held onto the blanket in a vice grip, pulling it tighter around him, bunching up his shoulders in a practised defence, "I'm sorry if I woke you."

"No bother, I was not sleeping," Solas' voice was like mulberry silk, soft and delicate, yet his voice would cut through the thick fog like a freshly sharpened blade. "I could hear your dreams in the Fade."

Y/N stilled, his knuckles growing white as his grip became like iron on the fabric. "What did you hear?"

Solas pondered for a minute, head tilting to one side. "Hear is the wrong word perhaps, but to say I sensed it is not correct either. I did not hear what was said nor what occurred. Instead, I felt its symphonies... its purest emotions. Maybe if I pried I could get a clearer picture, but something as private as a dream should not be invaded."

Some of the tension that clung to Y/N dissipated, a sigh escaping his lips. "It'll be hard to save the world if I'm too busy running from my nightmares."

Something that could be read as concern finds its way into Solas' features as he turns more of his body to face Y/N, shifting his balance so he does not fall from the tiles. "What are your nightmares?"

A dry chuckle leaves Y/N as he watches the forest sway. From so high the trees are so small, so fragile, it is hard to imagine that stood at their base the branches and leaves would tower high above his head.

"Part of me wants to be able to say the big hole in the sky, or maybe the ugly as fuck demons falling out of it. I would prefer it if I was fighting them, it's easier to fight what you know is real."

There is a ram that drinks from the flowing parts of the river, the water not yet consumed by ice. Its ears are twitching as it listens, legs braced in case it needs to dart back into the protective arms of long grasses and thick tree trunks. But nothing has come for it yet, it is allowed a moment to rest.

"Do you miss the forests?" Solas had followed Y/N's gaze to the ram, now watching it too.

"Yes... Gods yes," A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips.

"What is it that you miss most?"

They sat in silence as he thought for a moment, "The privacy for one. Some days I feel as if I can't piss without someone's watching eyes, waiting for me to turn into a monster or reveal my villainous plan." Y/N carefully adjusted his seating as the base of his back began to sting at the numbness. "I think... I think I also miss the freedom. Even when Cassandra removed the bonds from my wrists I still felt the ghost of them... and sometimes the cord tightens and I can feel the circulation being cut off from my wrists to my hands."

Y/N took a breath, lip quivering as he held onto the last few strands of willpower he had spent so long weaving.

"I want to run Solas... even now when the world gives me a chance to breathe, I want to run back to forests and just sit under its canopies. To listen to a songbird's melody, to smell fresh dew atop soil... anything that isn't..." he flails his hand in the air, "...this."

"Yet you stay... and that is braver than almost anyone here." Solas moved closer, just by an inch. "Many forget that you are not a divine being sent by the heavens, you are just a man and that is all that should ever be asked of you. You have not trained your whole life with a sword, you have not commanded armies, and you do not get to hide in the shadows and listen to a person's deepest secret or topple someone with a few intricately laced-together words. Yet you stand tall with what you do have and you build up from nothing but rubble and ash."

Y/N's eyebrows knitted together as he let Solas's words sink in. "Thank you... I think..." Y/N turned to better face Solas as well, his knee bumping against the others at the difficult angle. "I do believe a lot of that was insults though before you got to the compliment."

"You will have to grow used to it if you wish to gain the allyship of those with their noses pointed to the sky... they may even forget the compliment at the end."

"I didn't realise you were capable of telling jokes, Solas."

The elven mage lets out a soft laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling at the smile it forced on him. "Incredible, a compliment and an insult in one, you'll be strutting your way through the courts in no time."

"Dirthara-Ma." The lashes came fast and heavy, settling into a confident rhythm. With the pattern, he was able to relax his muscles once more to make the next hit more tolerable. He just needed to hold on a little longer, for if he let himself fall it would only start over when he woke.

Y/N woke once again to sweat-soaked sheets. His head was calmer this night though, something soft stroking against his mind in an effort to soothe him. It was gentle, not attempting to make its presence known or to try to hide it either; just the tips of fingers gracing against hair around the crown of his head.

The first sunlight peeked through the stained glass windows, decorating the floor with colourful, abstract, illustrations. Y/N just lay there, allowing himself the indulgence in the comforting sensation. He took a single, deep breath that expanded his lungs to their limit and let it flow out of him once more as his feet touched the cool stone. As he did so, the presence went, but it left behind the mental peace it gave him when he woke.

The day was almost at its end once more, it was a blessing that he finally found the time to search for the man he sought. Tucked away beneath the old Chantry building, sat in its little dungeon library, Solas let his fingers skim over the books, taking in their dust-ridden titles and worn-down spines. He looked half interested, but there was little to do in Haven for most apart from complain about the cold.

The Room was only illuminated by a single brazier and a few scattered candles, leaving creeping shadows to settle comfortably in the little nooks and crannies the litter dotted about the room caused. Crumpled papers most likely old, incorrect notes, tossed books and writing equipment. Perhaps a scholar's or researcher's old room, but why would it be down here?

"Was it you?" Y/N cringed at how loud his voice had sounded, echoing throughout the empty halls - he did not mean it as an accusation, but the walls of the Chantry made it so. Yet Solas did not tense, he did not even turn at the sudden displacement of noise behind him.

"Yes, it was," His hand slid from its hovering position at the bookshelf and fell to his side as he finally turned towards Y/N, "I apologise if I overstepped my bonds."

Y/N thought for a moment, cracking every joint in his hand - a nervous tic he still had yet to grow out of. "No... No, I-" He stopped himself and collected his thoughts once more. "It helped... the nightmares, I still feel them, experienced them... but not alone... Thank you."

A soft, yet hesitant smile tugged at Solas' lips. "I'm glad." He took Y/N's hand from its place at his side in his own, his other hand coming to rest on top, fully encompassing it. "You needn't fight alone, we... I am your ally. I am here to help you win any battle."

"This is not a battle I think I... we can win, even with your aid," Y/N found his gaze lingering on their intertwined hands, allowing himself to give in and feel the warmth that seem to radiate from Solas' palms.

"Have faith."

A beat passed between them... then a second.

Then Solas pulled his hands away, a look on his face that was unreadable, but not wholly negative. The sudden cold of the cellar hit Y/N's bare hand which had been marked by the anchor and he shivered.

"Find anything good to read down here?" A casual conversation, yet the question felt awkward upon Y/N's tongue. He found himself scanning the few titles that had been discarded and left upon the cobweb, dust-ridden desk.

"Nothing so far. There are some of Varric's pieces here."

"I think I shall pass, thank you," A book of tales and fables written in a variation of the elven language caught Y/N's eye and he gently blew on the cover, attempting to clear the detritus that riddled the front. He was gentle turning the pages, so afraid to tear the delicate paper.

"Not a fan of romance?" Solas turned just briefly before returning to the wall of books, a genial smile once more gracing his lips.

"I'm not a fan of the romance Varric rights, too much swooning for my taste," Y/N closed the book, his fingers resting on the cover for a moment before he left it to its resting place. He did not have the luxury to spend time reading fantasies. "Don't tell Varric I said that or I think I might end up with a crossbow bolt buried in my skull."

The other man laughed, muted in its hesitance, but genuine. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, Falon."

Solas stood in front of Y/N now, less than an arm's reach between them. The air seemed to still in its own anticipation, almost seeming to watch with gated breath. A moment passes once more and something careful passed through Solas' eyes, a single thought that he seems to immediately blink away, breaking his study of Y/N's features.

"Take it," He pushed the book that Y/N had been ogling on the table into his stomach, not forcefully but with a commanding push, "Read before you sleep, it will help you rest." Then in a breath, he was gone.

*****

The stench of blood hit him first like a slap across the face, a spark of panic shot through his body and it awoke him to the scene that surrounded him. The smoke was next, coupled with the roaring flames that burned hot as they brushed against Y/N's skin, stripping away the small hairs.

The fire engulfed the wooden hulls of the aravels, reaching into the gaps it had paved away with its sharp claws and tearing them apart until they were unrecognisable. The crates and chests that sat idly by them suffered the same fate, the flames blanketing them in twisting red and orange heat.

A shrill, piercing scream hit Y/N's ear but he could not find a person to connect the voice to through the burning aravels. The smoke settled like a heavy fog obscuring his vision and the light from the fire blinded him. Y/N lifted his hands to his eyes in an attempt to shield them as he stood, feeling the creaks within the joints of his protesting, aching knees.

The first step was agony, almost sending him toppling back down into the dirt - the second step was not much easier.

The third sent him falling back to his knees, the pain shooting through him like a thousand small knives, reaching up through his thighs to his hips. He let his arms fall back to his side as he wept, unclear if the tears came from the smoke filling his eyes or the pain he felt racking his entire being.

"Ir abelas," Y/N felt the words leave his lips before he could stop them. "IR ABELAS." The tears flowed freely now, cutting through the filth that coated his cheeks, leaving pathways atop his skin.

It took a moment to notice the sitting wolf through blurred vision.

It was towering, twice the size of that found within these forests he'd spent his life travelling through. Its fur was not dissimilar to that of charcoal but held a shine compared to that of obsidian. The snout was long and pointed, the same as its ears, the shape of them narrower than to be expected. Its eyes were a dim red, but as Y/N stared into their hollow colour he swore he felt it staring back.

The tears stopped flowing and his heartbeat quietened in his chest, even as the flames danced and the cries sounded around them.

He was calm.

"Ir abelas" - I am sorry.

"Dirthara-Ma" - May you learn.

"Falon" - Friend

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age x reader #solas x male reader #dragon age solas #solas dragon age #male reader #solas x inquisitor #solas x lavellan

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nightowlfandom · 2 years

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Us Against The World- Solas (Dragon Age: Iquisition. Fem. Human! Mage! Reader) Part 1/2

You're a slightly clumsy human with a heart of gold...and a horrible lack of people skills. Everyone, though their intentions are pure, think of you as fragile...except for one person

Contains: not canon in the SLIGHTEST because Ion feel like crying today, smut (in part 2), Reader whose shorter than Solas, smut (In part 2), references to nightmares/sleeping problems Gen Z humor, 21st Century slang/references (because why not and it's funny!), Smut (in part 2), angst, emotions, references to mental illness, I'm trying to give everyone who loves this egg some crumbs. (It's me, I'm 'everyone') praise for your strengths because you deserve it

Solas is my husband and I can change him it's okay, it's fine. I'm not heartbroken at all.

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Leggo!

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It's a well known, yet unfortunate fact that however you introduce yourself to the world is how you are perceived and it's the persona you must stick to. Well, you were clumsy one. the girl who fell off a ledge, face first into the snow.

You had been walking, there was a log, then the next thing you know you went flying. A small group of people crowded around you and you had to brush off your pain and oncoming tears with a loud laugh and a snort. Ever since then, it was a known fact. If someone wasn't you, you were pretty much a lost cause.

Y/N was a cute little human, silly mage girl. She can't handle sharp objects without assistance. Cassandra, Cullen, Varric, Sera, EVEN Vivvienne (and considering her stance on mages, you were REALLY worried about that) all followed this fucked up code of conduct when it came to you. It sucked....it sucked Dire balls. You could have killed Blackwall when he stopped you from cutting open an apple with a dagger and did it himself, loudly stating "You could hurt yourself doing it that way."

"Mornin' Y/N" Krem had walked from his post over to where you were standing. You had been feeding your horse, Chestnut. "Slip on any puddles today?"

"Very funny." You sourly replied. "Did the big oaf send you on a solo mission to drag barrels of liquor through salty sea mud?"

"Don't remind me." he gagged. "I'm still not over last time."

"That's what I thought." you laughed. "And for the record, I'm wearing my slip resistant boots today. I had these made, strictly for this-" You began dancing in place. "See? No slipping today! HA!"

"Well, I'm happy for ya...I don't suppose your party will act any different?"

"Not in the slightest." You griped. "Imagine how much bargaining I had to do just to get a horse."

"I mean, a 800 kg death trap-"

As if being insulted, your horse gave a low huff, raising it's head from their obviously interrupted breakfast.

"Sorry buddy-" he laughed at your pet's diva-ish attitude. You watched as Krem gently combed his fingers through Chestnut's mane "But to be fair you did accidentally start a fire."

"It was aimed at the pile of wood meant for the fire anyways!"

"The fire was bright pink, Y/N..."

"Well no one told me that my staff was switched with Solas' and to be fair, I think it is quite impressive to start a fire with storm magic!"

"Which is why you aren't allowed to sleep with your staff next to you anymore."

"But it's still pretty cool." you pointed finger guns at your lifelong pal. "Admit it!"

"I'd have to agree." a new voice joined you. Speaking of Solas, he strode up with his hands tucked behind his back. "I've never seen something quite like that before. It's almost amazing to think no one outside of these walls could experience a phenomena."

"Heh, well...um-" you stammered. "I am pretty amazing." you shrugged, followed by a pathetic attempt to look casual.

"Pardon my meddling but I was hoping I could speak to Y/N for a moment." he looked who Krem who had been holding in a laugh.

"Right, I got some stuff to do. Drinks later?" he pointed at me as he began walking backwards, probably to pester Iron Bull or antagonize Cullen. You started wide eyed in terror as you were left alone. You faced Solas, trying to put on a smile.

"Um...hi?" you shyly waved.

"Hello, my friend." he greeted you back with a somewhat knowing smirk. "I hope all is well?"

"Um, pretty much." you rocked on the balls of your feet. "You wanted to speak with me?"

"Yes, yes I did." the much taller male smiled kindly. "I wanted to check in, and make sure your dreams aren't causing ailments again."

"..Oh, those." you sighed sheepishly. "I've felt worse...but they aren't bothering me too much." you confessed.

"Are they getting worse?"

"They're about the same."

As well as having slight troubles when it comes to staying vertical, your dream state had been suffering since you were small. It was one of the many reasons people kept an eye on you, after you made a campfire burn four trees down in your sleep.

Solas, being the only one well versed in this kind of stuff was tasked with helping you by any means.

"Hm, I feared you'd say that." he shook his head. "Ah well, I might have another solution."

"Hey, at this point I'll try anything." you pet your horse's head. "I don't know how much use I'll be if these stupid dreams keep getting worse. So you have a solution you said?"

"Hm, yes. I fear we must do it in private though, come to my cabin tonight."

"Can do, Solas." you nodded. As he stalked off, you released a dramatic breath. Not only was be ethereally attractive, but part of you felt like you couldn't breathe around him. "Tell me the truth, did that look bad?" You turned back towards Chestnut who had neighed through eating. "Great."

...

Night eventually fell, and the moon was nearly at it highest point. You stood outside of Solas' cabin, rocking on the balls of your feet. You couldn't find it in you to knock for whatever reason.

Solas must have sensed your presence anyways because before you could raise your hand, the door opened. "Ah, I thought I heard you out here. Please come in."

"U-um, sure!" you walked passed him into the warmth or a roaring fire. Solas really knew how to turn such a spot into a temporary home. His bookshelf, no doubt full of fables and tales as well as many different types of Codex.

"Please. sit." he motioned to his bed. For a while now, at least two days out of the week, Solas would have you in his cabin so he could somewhat 'experiment' with your dreams, must as he has with his own dreams.

"I was doing some reading, and I came across something that I am dishonored to say I missed."

"Oh?" you bought up your legs to sit on the bed with your legs crossed. "What is it?"

"Nightmares are a highlight of the things in our lives that scare us. You never did tell me what these nightmares were about. While it's not my place to ask, I fear the solution to helping you would be for you to tell me."

You frowned, looking down at your fingers. You dreams...they weren't about war, destruction or anything that anyone would really deem as worthy of getting help for. For a long time, you used to have dreams of home and how much you missed it. Then suddenly...

If it wasn't him dying in your arms, it was you dying in his. If it wasn't you dying of a broken heart, it was him laughing in your face. It was you behind a pane of glass unable to break it as Envy took the form of another woman and charmed him. It only got worse as time progressed. It then managed to turn into him killing you himself...on a good sleep.

"Is something ailing you?" he spoke softly, allowing you to break from your thoughts. "You know, I would never allow anything to happen to you."

"Solas, I can't tell you without risking anything." you sighed, standing up. "If I told you...I can't even imagine how little you'd think of me."

" Y/N, after all we've been through. After all you've been through, do you actually think that I'd ever think so lowly of you?"

"Of course not, but when you've been raised to keep your mouth shut because your troubles aren't nearly as 'valid' as everyone else, I have no choice but to think that way." you replied sourly. "If I tell you that my nightmares are because you-" you instantly stopped yourself from speaking, instantly regretting the words that escaped your lips.

"Me?...Your ailments...are because of me?" he whispered, mainly to himself. "Could it be?"

You watched as Solas began shifting his weight from side to side. Something which was very out of character for him.

"Solas, say something." you took a step towards him. "Please say something, anything."

"For the longest time, I've been having difficulties in The Fade, I can't hold focus well as I used to, I can't sleep soundly any longer. I've nearly succumbed to temptation so many times only to be woken up." he spoke in riddles again, much like he did when coming to a discovery. "Y/N...have you been having dreams because of your feelings towards me?"

"M-my feelings towards you?!' you repeated. "I-um..." you looked down at your feet. "I-....yes." you nodded.

"Have you seen death? Envy?"

You nodded again. "I watched it seduce you and take you away from me." you bit back the tears of embarassment.

"Did you kill me in any of them?"

"No." you found it in you to look up. "You killed me." You emphasized. "You laughed in my face, and told me-"

"Why on Earth would I ever love scum like you?" you both said at the exact same time. It was your turn to look surprised. How did he know.

"Solas." you whispered. "Have you been-"

"I've been having nightmares, each one worse than the last. All of them involving you saying the most heinous things to me"

"What?" you stammered. "S-solas I would never-"

"Allow me to finish. I fear that if I don't, I'll never get to say thing-" he spoke. "My adoration for your has manifested itself into fear. Fear that you would never-"

"Never what?" you asked.

"I could only dream of being in your presence the way I want." he spoke. "To look into your eyes in the way lovers do, to share intimacy."

Your words caught in your throat. Hearing him speak so highly of you.

"S-solas." you whimpered. "Are you saying-"

"I'm in love with you, Y/N. Why else would I put up with that mage hating human piece of-....piece of shit. That unruly, far too outspoken bull...and Varric" He stepped closer to you.

You opted to laugh at the lack of description for for Varric. Cullen and Iron Bull were a bit much, but you hadn't realized that Solas felt so strongly. Either you were blind or ignorant.

"I thought you'd never feel the same." he rested his forehead against yours. "I was swayed into thinking you'd never-"

"For such a smart guy, you sure are silly." you laughed sheepishly. "But I-" you couldn't help but laugh again.

"What are you laughing at?" Solas furrowed his eyebrows, though he wore a knowing smirk.

"Nothing...nothing at all." you shook your head.

"...I really want to kiss you right now." he whispered lowly. "If you'd indulge me."

"Might wanna hurry up before we both realize we're dreaming."

"Oh don't even joke about that." he rolled his eyes, rested a hand on your cheek. Solas somewhat uncharacteristically eager. crashed his lips over yours. You grew hot, your tunic becoming heavy. You absentmindedly held onto his sleeve in an effort to stay upright.

" A giant hole in the sky, an impending war, murky islands, and Vivienne's constant nitpicking....and this is easily the biggest victory of my life." you thought.

Solas broke away from you, breath every so slightly wavering. "I don't know what's better, knowing this is real...or -"

"Knowing Cullen is going to lose his mind when he finds out?" you giggled.

"Exactly." he smirked, kissing you again.

(PSA , Not making Krem romanceable was a crime because I love him....I will die on this hill

Smut in part 2)

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