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#solas x male lavellan

deilmo · 1 year

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"I would not have you see what I become"

I tried something new to color, I kinda like it, might stick with it in the longterm.

Imagining Solas will probably turn to blight magic to reach his goals terrifies me, But I also want to see it. Until DAD drops I can only dream!

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possessedopossum · 9 months

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I didn't want to romance Solas at first bc of all the angst but the more I played the more I realized how fucked up the inquisitor Lavellan is even without romancing Solas. Especially in case of a mage...It feels like the game is punishing you for siding with mages and elves or being one yourself. Your companions don't like you, you lose your faith, your entire history is one big lie, you can even lose your entire clan. Both the mage rebellion and the dalish are constantly demonized. You have to listen to racist or pro templar bullshit. No one understands you except for Solas who leaves in the end. I gave his romance another try and oh god. This is like ultimate loneliness and isolation. I had no idea why would someone like Solas fall in love with a modern elf but now I know why. Because Lavellan is like the only one who can see a real person in him. In modern Thedas, he is nothing but another pair of pointy ears. An apostate. An elven hobo. During the days of ancient elves he was nothing but a title. The Dread Wolf. A symbol, not a real person. And literally the same thing can be applied to Lavellan who is being crushed by the weight of their title. Who is being devoured by the narrative until there is nothing left of them. They are so alike, damn. Inquisition companions mostly act like a group of coworkers and Solas doesn't trust even his own agents (hi Felassan). The game ridicules a player for certain opinions and Solas conditionally says he was called a liar, a fool, a madman by both his enemies and his allies alike for trying to share his knowledge. I used to think Solas romance was kinda empty and unsatisfying and holy shit how wrong I was. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Solavellan to me is about finally finding a person who understands you under the shittiest circumstances possible after accepting that you will probably die alone. And then...Being completely destroyed by your own sense of duty. With all the Solas hate in this fandom I kinda forgot he actually...Cares about Lavellan? It wasn't an easy decision to leave. And it was even harder for Solas to not let Lavellan join his cause. He had to get rid of his own humanity for the sake of other elves and he doesn't want his vhenan to do the same. And the most tragic thing about this, that there is not much humanity left of Lavellan anyway. They are tired and lost and alone. Inquisition has changed them, they can't go back and pretend that nothing happened. They are not the same person they used to be. Solas greatest fear is dying alone but in the end of the game my Lavellan felt like they are the one who is slowly dying alone.

Also Solas is bisexual to me I don`t care what bioware say.

#dragon age #dai #art #solas #solavellan #m!solavellan #solas x male lavellan #dread wolf #inquisitor lavellan

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neonteeth · 2 years

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[ID: Digital drawing of Solas and a male elven Inquisitor laying on a bed together at night. The Inquisitor has slightly tanned skin, dark wavy hair that's smushed against a pillow, and Dirthamen's vallaslin. Solas is laying on top of the Inquisitor with an arm hooked under his shoulder and the Inquisitor's arms are wrapped around Solas's upper body with a hand cradling the back of his head. Both are shirtless but are wearing pants. End ID.]

and you think, maybe, if you hold him tight enough, you can keep him from crumbling into sand and slipping through your fingers.

#did this turn out how i'd hoped? no. but it's done & that's all that matters! /lh #solavellan #m!solavellan #solas x male lavellan #solas #dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #My Art #marilis lavellan

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prettybadathis · 9 months

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Somnairu

Solas's promise to Somnairu was that once the breech was closed and Corepheus was defeated, he would reveal the truth. However, upon the victory of the final battle, Solas instead disappeared, only visiting Somnairu in his dreams, rescuing him from the nightmares that chased him every night. With each dream, Somnairu became more and more determined to reunite with his love at any cost. Once they're together, at last, nothing in the entire world could stop them. That is, of course, unless the entire world around them is nothing but a fabrication of one's imagination, clinging onto what could have been, wishing this reality was the truth. Which is it, even? Surely it is real... It feels real, sounds real, smells real. Reality never felt like this before but, then again, before now he'd been apart from his lover. Perhaps this is the work of what love does to someone's psyche? But then, the pain- throbbing, torturing, terrible turmoil. It stung, singeing, scorching, stirring his consciousness.

"Sh, sh, sh... Hush, vhenan, just sleep..." A valley of greenery speckled with flowers washes over the scenery, greeting him with a golden sunset. A warm, familiar hand reaches him, offering a gentle, welcome embrace...

#dragon age inquisition #dragon age trespasser #dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age fanfiction #solavellan #inquisitor lavellan #male inquisitor #male lavellan #solas x lavellan #solas x inquisitor #solas x male lavellan #gay inquisitor #canon rewrite #sollavellan hell #solas dai #solas fanfiction #alternative cannon

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aldruiel-scribbles · 10 months

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Romancing Dorian, after a Solavellan playthrough is a shock.

The bar was so low, limbo dancing in elvhen hell with Andruil, that I wasn't expecting to actually experience emotional communication skills. I'm like: ???? The fuck is this ???? Someone being open about what they want ???? About our future ???? About themselves ???? SORCERY!!!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #dorian x inquisitor #male adaar #male adaar x dorian #solavellan #solavellan hell #solas x lavellan #solas x inquisitor

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nerd-elf · 1 year

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Headcannon:

In DA4, when the protagonist asks a romanced Dorian how they met, he answers:

"I saved him, of course. Before me, he was being haunted by plaidweave shirts and the tackiest coats I've ever seen. "

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catofadifferentcolor · 1 year

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An Incomplete List of Dragon Age AU Fic Ideas

A Curious Thing Happened on the Way to the Conclave: In which the Inquisitor is a Spirit of Curiosity who enjoys being trapped in the mortal world just a little too much

Forget-Me-Not: In which an amnesiac Inquisitor Trevelyan learns he was once Corypheus' second-in-command, and gradually comes to terms with his villainous past

From Lothering with Love: In which a case of mistaken identity makes Edmund Hawke the Champion of Kirkwall and the Hero of Fereldan and the Herald of Andraste

The Magister Who Loved Me: In which Dorian Pavus bends the laws of time to save his lover, Inquisitor Lavellan, but winds the clock back just a little too far

The Name of the Dragon: In which Razikale has been hiding out in the mountains since the Warden killed her dragon cult, but could get used to this Inquisitor thing

Time Loops Are Forever: In which this is not the first time Inquisitor Lavellan has saved the world, though he'd very much like this to be the last

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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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meowsgirldrawing · 2 years

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Still wish we had Bi Solas but I guess drawings and fanfics will do

#bi solas #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #fen'harel #oc x canon #lavellan x solas #male lavellan #Boyfriends #husbands #digital art #Bailey Lavellan

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possessedopossum · 9 months

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My inquisitor Amari Lavellan post Trespasser. Still not over Solas and probably will never be...

#dragon age #solas x male lavellan #male solavellan #solas #dread wolf #art #m!solavellan #inquisitor lavellan #solavellan

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artistic-gato · 1 year

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Solas and my best friend’s male Lavellan doodles!!

#digital art #procreate #art #dragon age inquisition #dai #solas x lavellan #solas dragon age #male lavellan #bioware

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prettybadathis · 9 months

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Freaks: Solavellan Edit

this was the original Somnairu design but because it was technically a self-insert at the time I changed it... mayhaps ill post art of the fanfiction or just revert back to the self insert inky seen in video tehe

#solas x male lavellan #dragon age inquisition #solas x lavellan #solavellan #solavellen hell #yes im spamming i just realized i could find my people here and i am SORRY #new to tumblr #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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childofsolace-write-ups · 1 year

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Walking in

Mahanon shifted nervously before exhaling deeply. He was starting to get cold feet, the gift hanging heavily inside his waist pouch. However, he knew Esaldir will never let him hear the end of it. Especially not after the struggle they went through to defeat the High dragon at Crest wood to get what he needed to craft the gift. Plus, he got an earful from Solas, telling him off for dragging Esaldir into the quest considering how fool hardy tended to get at times. If he was going to back out of this, it would make putting up with the scolding pointless.

The mage still felt bad that they brought Blackwall as their warrior for the quest instead of Bull. He knew how much the Qunari loved battling dragons, but given the intention, he didn't bring him so he wouldn't catch on to the surprise. Though in retrospect, since Bull was a Ben-Hassrath, Mahanon wouldn't be surprised if the Iron Bull already had an inkling.

Mahanon stepped into the Herald's Rest, raising a hand in greeting to Krem he toasted a mug towards his way, before heading straight to the Qunari lounging at his usual spot. Bull was already raising his head as he neared his approach, and Mahanon went straight to the point before he could lose his nerve.

"I have something for you." The elf said, and he did a little internal victory dance that his voice didn't crack... Much.

"Really?" The Iron Bull hummed in interest, nothing his tone giving away whether he if he knew about anything or not. "Well, I have something for you too. C'mon, I'll go first..."

Mahanon is still surprised how the Qunari could get out of his clothes so fast, then again it must be mostly to do with how he only had pants on half the time. The elf sat on the bed, carefully hiding his gift under the bed. There was time for it later, and he figured he would feel less nervous after they've had one round.

"There we go..." The Iron Bull spoke softly, in always sent pleasurable chills down Mahanon's spine. He diverted his attention to quickly undoing the wraps around his bare feet to make them, well, all the more bare. "No Inquisition, no war. Nothing outside this room; just you and me... So, what'd you want to talk about?"

Before Mahanon could answer, they hear the sound of the door clanking open.

"I'm sorry, Esaldir. But I must get back to my reports."

"They'll still be there after an hour." Esaldir said with a pout, hugging the commander's arm and playing up a coquettishly petulant act. "C'mon vhenan, I'm not going to see you for another two weeks when Solas starts another questing tomorrow. I'll promise to even help you later, and by 'help' I mean making sure Sera doesn't try any pranks while you're working."

Before Cullen could respond, he hears someone clearing their throat. Since he could see that the sound wasn't made by his lover, he looked towards the room they were entering and immediately looked away. Cullen's cheeks flared up and he used the clipboard he was holding to block the sight before him as much as he could. "Sweet Maker..."

The Iron Bull smirked, "Cullen, how's it goin'?"

"Honestly," Mahanon, however, was looking more mortified. "there's this thing. It's called 'knocking', Mythal's mercy, and elves are the ones mistaken to be savages?"

Cullen sounds sheepish when he mumbles out an apology, still avoiding eye contact.

"Bleeding thorns..." Esaldir breathed, blinking his eyes as he stared at the Qunari's naked form in all its glory and letting go of Cullen in favor of marveling at the sight in awe. "How the fuck can Mahanon still walk...?"

Cullen sees the elf practically ogling the buck-naked Qunari, and he scowled. Still trying to avoid seeing the indecency before him, he uses his other hand not holding up the clip board to block Esaldir's view in a possessive manner.

"Really?" Esaldir raised a brow at him. "I'm just looking. You know I prefer playing with yours."

Cullen groaned, his cheeks getting hotter by the second. "Maker's breath, Esa..."

Meanwhile, another certain someone was walking along the battlements. Solas knew he was scheduled to leave for the Western approach and check on Hawke's and Stroud's lead on the Grey Wardens. He didn't really think the order, but he simply couldn't dismiss the problem they would be if left to their own devices. Solas also knew the Mahanon was stopping by again today, and he wanted to know how clan Lavellan was doing. He thought it would be a comfort to Esaldir if it was assured that his former clan was faring well.

Looking up from a report he was reading, Solas finds Esaldir and Cullen standing idly by the door to an empty room. The elf grimaced, wondering if Esaldir was trying to get Cullen to do lascivious activities with him at broad daylight. The man approved of their relationship, not that it was needed but Esaldir was still pleased he was. Regardless, he knew Cullen was a man dedicated to his duty as much as he was to his heart and Solas would rather Esaldir learn the importance of time, place, and opportunity.

So he moves to intervene.

"Has anyone seen Mahanon?" Solas approaches the threshold, "I thought we'd discuss the issue at Wycome and clan Lavell—ah!"

Bull rolled his eyes, and looked at the ceiling. "Oh for fuck's sake!" He exasperated.

[read the rest in AO3]

This is a part of my 'Inquisitor Solas' AU where Solas is not the dread wolf. You can read that main AU it here and moments like this posted story here. In Qunlat: Kos:[11] "A type of energy associated with nature;" refers to nature damage from a mage's staff. Mahanon Lavellan's specialty is casting nature related spells to deal damage. That's the nickname Bull chose for him.

#Dragon Age: Inquisition #The Iron Bull x Male Lavellan #Cullen x OC elf #Solas #Inquisitor Solas AU #The Iron Bull #Male Lavellan #Cullen Rutherford

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