Solavellan Angst and Smut

Read on AO3: Outside the Realm

When Elia Lavellan finally finds the Dread Wolf, he’s not what she expects. Or perhaps he’s just not what she hopes.

He glances over his cloaked shoulder at her. “You should stop searching for me,” he says.

“Fuck you,” she hisses.

He looks down at her sharply, his hands folded behind his back. “Words are powerful, vhenan. Do not say what you do not mean.”

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This is a short oneshot that was meant to help me process my feelings after Trespasser but it backfired and now I’m even sadder. Oops.

Angst, arguing, sex and sadness. Sorry in advance.

incorrect-dragon-age-quotes:

Inquisitor: When I die, I want Solas to lower me into my grave so he can let me down one last time.

HAHAHAH oh god it hurts 😂😭

FUCK YOU, SOLAS. BUT ALSO, FUCK ME SOLAS

My feelings about Solas in a nutshell

Spirit Cole is a cinnamon roll

Read on AO3: A Sharper Edge of Love

Cole drifts through the halls of Skyhold, watching and waiting, healing little hurts before they collapse into chasms.

When Solas leaves Elia Lavellan without a word of goodbye, Cole begins to realize there are some hurts too deep to heal.

I love Cole SO FUCKING MUCH, and somehow I was possessed to write something from his POV. Here’s some Solavellan angst through the eyes of my favourite spirit.