#iloniyn

[vivispec]

hello and happy friday! maybe "Snowdrop (Hope): “We’ll make it through this.”" from the flower prompts for Viera Lavellan & Iloniyn Lavellan? uwu

tysm! my very first @dadrunkwriting prompt fill and i get to write my fave (platonic) pairing >:) these two always end up hurt/comfort so here is exactly that! probably halfway through the trespasser dlc. Viera & Iloniyn words: 664

“There were peaches in the kitchen,” Iloniyn said as he opened the door, rapping knuckles light against the wood. “I brought a basket.” It took Viera a moment to look up from where her hand was clenched in her lap. She almost didn’t. Still, she knew she’d feel better once she did, even if it was a guilty relief. Smiling up at her tael’inan, she shifted aside on the bed to make space for him. “Thanks. Hadn’t managed to grab dinner, yet.” “I figured,” he responded, settling beside her and pulling out his knife. With ease he halved one of the fruits and twisted its pit free, eying her sidelong and arching a brow. She knew that look, but couldn’t think of anything to fill the silence. So she didn’t. “...That bad, huh?” Evidently, she didn’t need to. “The council isn’t impressed with my running off, it would seem,” she said. “I’m not sure how much longer Josie’ll be able to stall for me.” Iloniyn snorted. “Who cares what a few crusty shems think? For fuck’s sake—” He cut himself off when she cleared her throat, returning his attention back to slicing fruit. “Fen’harel’s arse, they’re dull. Thought saving the world from an ancient evil might earn you a little respect. Shows what I know.” He held out a sliced peach, and she took it between her fingers. Any other night his griping might’ve pulled some humor from her, or his kindness some relief; as it was, she only ached. Sweet flesh met her lips, but the fruit was not so ripe as to melt in her mouth. It was still firm, and mild. Though she wouldn’t meet his eyes she knew they studied her, until she could feel his presence shift. “What’s this really about, Vie?” She didn’t want to speak the answer, even to him. Especially to him. Her fears unspoken were hers alone, shouldered in silence so they couldn’t spread. Inevitably the pain would come for him, she dreaded the day it would—what use was there in the torture of anticipation? Or worse, in hope?  In her lap her left hand opened, still sticky at the fingertips from his gift, before an involuntary spasm tensed it shut. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, but she could feel him, pressed to her side. She could feel him, sifting clues from her expression. Tael’inan. One soul, two vessels. Together, whole. But, apart… “If something were to happen to me,” she finally forced out through the lump forming in her throat, before he could hear it, “promise me you wouldn’t follow. That you’d return to Niri, and our clan. Promise me you’d keep them safe.” “Creators, Vie, don’t talk like that—” “Promise me.” This time her voice wavered, and cracked. Beside her, Iloniyn seemed to shift to stone, still and solid. “Promise me. Please.” He didn’t move, not at first. Then, wrapping his peach with the rag he’d spread across his lap and setting his knife aside, he leaned into her. His hand snaked slowly behind her head, palming below her ear and tugging her towards him, until she’d nestled in the crook of his neck with his chin resting on her crown. For just a moment he held her there, unmoving, unspeaking.  Not stone, she corrected, failing to trap tears in squeezed shut eyes, but the trunk of an oak. Stable, enduring.  “Okay. I promise.” His fingers trailed through her hair, tracing around her ear as his chin rolled, and was replaced by his cheek. “But it won’t come to that, Viera. We’re making it through this.” More than anything she wanted to believe him. As quiet tears rolled down the line of her jaw, however, another shock pulsed through her body from her hand, this one taking near all her control to hide as it jolted her heart.  I only need to make it a little longer, she pleaded, shaking in his grasp. Creators, let me make it just a little longer.

#viera #iloniyn #dadwc #my writing #dragon age #dai #lavellan

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Quick little doodle of me and my friend's Lavellans! It's my OC Athimien (by the fire and tents) and @vivispec's OCs Iloniyn (foreground) and Viera'vun.

#dragon age inquisition #others oc: iloniyn #others oc: viera #oc: athimien #lavellan #jun art

[vivispec]

hanging by a threat

prompt: breaking point

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairing: solavellan

tags: rogue!inquisitor, adolescent death, whump, time travel, solavellan fankid, viera pov, solas pov

“‘Tell me honestly, Solas, that there is truly no better way.’”

The Veil is torn asunder, ripped to shreds by Talasyl'nir's sacrifice and Solas' oversight, and as Viera'vun loses her daughter she loses herself. With nothing left within this world to save, the former Inquisitor travels back in time—consequences be damned—to stop this reality from ever having the chance to exist.

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@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #no.17 #hanging by a threat #breaking point #dragon age #dai #fic #solavellan #death of a minor #adolescent death #time travel #convulsions #death threats #solas #viera'vun #talasyl'nir #iloniyn #viera pov #solas pov

[vivispec]

prompt: arlathvhen

fandom: dragon age inquisition

characters: viera’vun, iloniyn, nuarehn

tags: dalish ocs, platonic, i really don’t know how else to tag this, mature themes?

“Were you even listening?” Iloniyn nagged, “Fading youth, temporary freedom, so on and so forth. The important bit is the wooing.”

Viera and her two best friends, Iloniyn and Nuarehn, are excited to experience their first Arlathvhen since becoming adults. While Rehn goes off to hunt for stories from the other Firsts, Vie and Ilo search for partners to make merry and more with

@dalish-appreciation-week

#dalish appreciation week #dragon age #dai #dalish ocs #lavellan ocs #original characters #dalish week 2022 #viera'vun #iloniyn #nuarehn #god i love writing these three i hate what i'm going to do to them

[vivispec]

what doesn’t kill me...

prompt: sleep deprivation | defiance | "better me than you”

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairing: solavellan (mentioned, not the focus)

characters: viera’vun, iloniyn

tags: hurt/comfort, twin souls (platonic soulmates), dalish ocs, solavellan fankid, post-canon, ilo pov

“Her face was hardset still as she scrutinized him, trying to decide whether she should let it go or continue the argument, but leaning towards the latter. Then, as if the storm were breaking, it fell to study her daughter instead, focus flicking across her face as the child’s breath whistled.

‘...I saw a wolf in my dreams, Ilo.’”

The Inquisition is no more. Living again as a nomad, Viera'vun finds that sleep no longer comes easy with the threat of detection hounding her dreams, so Iloniyn helps her get some rest.

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@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #no.29 #what doesn't kill me... #sleep deprivation #defiance #better me than you #dragon age #dai #fic #solavellan fankid #hurt/comfort #dalish ocs #platonic soulmates #viera'vun #iloniyn #ilo pov

[vivispec]

fight, flight, or freeze

prompt: "i don’t want to do this anymore”

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairing: solavellan

characters: viera’vun, dorian, the iron bull, cole, iloniyn, gerda, talasyl’nir

tags: childbirth, angst, hurt/comfort, platonic soulmates, post-canon

"And then, deeper still, a darker fear that twisted what excitement she’d held into dread. No, this was something I wanted, she had to remind herself, I still want this future. I will not let the heartbreak steal that, too. I will not let it make regret of my joy."

Viera goes into labor early and, as things fall apart, begins to have second thoughts.

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@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #no.24 #fight flight or freeze #dragon age #dai #fic #solavellan #childbirth #labor #fankids #solavellan fankids #viera'vun #iloniyn #talasyl'nir #viera pov #this is late but long. double upload tomorrow to make up for it #also i would tag the others but #i'm not gonna clog their tags with solavellan bs lol #time to. sleep.

[vivispec]

it’s been a long day

prompt: fetal position | going into shock

fandom: dragon age inquisition

characters: viera’vun, iloniyn, varric

tags: rogue!inquisitor, post-canon, dalish ocs, panic attack, emotional shock, reliving trauma, arrow wound, self-sacrifice, platonic soulmates, viera pov

“A glint of armor, the flash of an emblem, anything to hint at the reason why they might take him away from her. She needed to know. Hands wrapped tight her nas’falon— the sharer of her soul, the only person always by her side—and she felt as if she might collapse beneath the weight.

‘I can’t do this again.’”

While walking in the woods together outside Kirkwall, Iloniyn gets between Viera and the arrow that would take her life. Transported back to the time when she lost someone else dear to her, Viera keeps it together long enough to drag her hunting partner to safety...before finally losing it all.

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@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #no.20 #it's been a long day #fetal position #going into shock #dragon age #dai #fic #dalish ocs #dragon age ocs #panic attack #emotional shock #reliving trauma #trauma flashback #arrow wound #self-sacrifice #platonic soulmates #viera'vun #varric #iloniyn #viera pov

[vivispec]

dead on your feet

prompt: hidden injury | can’t pass out

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairing: solavellan (mentioned, but not the main focus.)

tags: rogue!inquisitor, poisoned, platonic soulmates, viera pov

She was submerged under the water of a quick moving river, it seemed, her head only barely breaking the surface to catch glimpses as she passed these rapids.  

While tending to the newly arrived refugees, Viera is struck by a poison dart that sends her mind reeling. In order to preserve the faith of the people who came to her seeking salvation, she must fight the disorientation or risk losing their confidence.

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@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #dead on your feet #hidden injury #can't pass out #dragon age #dai #fic #original characters #dragon age oc #viera pov #viera'vun #iloniyn

[vivispec]

Tallied Scars

tallied scars

prompt: lacerations

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairing: solavellan

characters: iloniyn, viera’vun (with special guests solas, dorian, iron bull, cole, and blackwall)

summary: Out in the Western Approach, Viera and her scouting party get ambushed by raiders. While Solas tends to Dorian's worse wounds, Viera and Iloniyn have a heart-to-heart while he patches his old hunting partner up like old times.

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@badthingshappenbingo

#solavellan #dai #dragon age inquisition #bad things happen bingo #bthb #lacerations #iloniyn #viera #okay can i just say that ilo and vie are so fun to write together #i know this is left over from when i wrote arthur and vivi but i love writing platonic relationships #they love each other SO MUCH okay #also juxtaposing them is so fun like describing a beautiful setting that viera would be SO EXCITED for #just to have ilo be like why tf am i here #also poor solas #he tried v hard to make a friend of his gf's bestie and got shut down

[vivispec]

silence is golden

prompt: lost voice | “you better start talking”

fandom: dragon age inquisition

characters: viera’vun, nuarehn, iloniyn

tags: mild hurt/comfort, bullying, dalish ocs, kids being cute

“Like fire swallowing a breath of wind to swell, Viera’s anger became bigger than her.

‘I won’t let him have what he wants.’”

When a young Viera'vun loses her voice, her rival—Iloniyn—is quick to tease. Upon her inevitable lashing out, Nuarehn helps his best friend cheer up.

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@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #no.25 #silence is golden #lost voice #you better start talking #dragon age #dai #fic #dalish ocs #original characters #viera'vun #nuarehn #iloniyn #viera pov

[vivispec]

can’t make an omelet without breaking a few legs

prompt: fracture

fandom: dragon age inquisition

characters: iloniyn, talasyl’nir

tags: dalish oc, solavellan fankid, child injury, broken bone, adopted father/daughter bonding, hurt/comfort

“The trunk shuddered against his back as weight subtly shifted, and the piece found its way to his lap. That little troublemaker. His ear twitched, listening, and he caught the sounds of tiny and controlled movements, daring to go higher despite her promises.”

While out on an outing with Iloniyn, Niri falls from a tree and breaks her ankle. Lucky for her, Ilo is well-versed in caring for adventurous girls who often scrape their knees (or, in this case, fracture their bones).

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@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #no.13 #can't make an omelet without breaking a few legs #fracture #dragon age #dai #fic #original characters #dragon age ocs #dalish oc #iloniyn #talasyl'nir #broken bone #child injury

[vivispec]

everything hurts and i’m dying

prompt: stomach pains | head trauma

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairing: viera & iloniyn, solavellan (mentioned, not the focus)

characters: viera’vun, iloniyn, talasyl’nir

tags: rogue!inquisitor, solavellan fankid, sickfic, head trauma, platonic soulmates, iloniyn pov

“He was lowered like a babe onto the soft ground, a wool blanket and bedroll between him and the dirt, and above him now was a brow knit with worry yet still soft with humor. He didn’t see that often from her anymore. ‘It’s been some time since I’ve cared for you and not the other way around, hasn’t it?’”

Iloniyn hits his head, Viera steps up, and he is reminded of another night seemingly ages ago when his partner took care of him while ill.

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#whumptober2022 #no.8 #everything hurts and i'm dying #stomach pains #head trauma #dragon age #dai #fic #iloniyn #viera'vun #talasyl'nir #ilo pov #blood #original characters #dragon age oc

[vivispec]

a hair’s breadth from death

prompt: gun arrow to temple | bthb ‘mind games’

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairing: solavellan (mentioned, but not the main focus.)

tags: rogue!inquisitor, verbal abuse, whump, iloniyn pov

He caught his own breath, reined it in, and a cool hatred washed over Iloniyn. Fen’harel had no power over him if he did not have his fury. The trembling tension in the hand that pulled the bowstring taut became still, controlled, and any forced warmth left on Solas’ face disappeared.

In search of a means to bring about Solas' downfall, Iloniyn scouts an ancient ruin and discovers he is not alone. Face-to-face with the man who would end the world—and the prick who broke his partner’s heart—the two hold each other in a stalemate as both try to disillusion the other.

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#whumptober2022 #no.3 #gun to temple #dragon age #dai #fic #iloniyn pov #solas #iloniyn

[vivispec]

Runaway

runaway

prompt: broken nose

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairing: solavellan

characters: viera’vun, iloniyn

summary: Before she received her vallaslin, Viera was a hunter's apprentice with a wanderlust that caused quite a bit of trouble. No longer satiated by the familiar pathways her clan has traveled, she sneaks away and into the great unknown only to fall from the boughs of discovery. Her Maela is not amused.

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@badthingshappenbingo

#solavellan #dai #dragon age inquisition #viera #viera'vun #bad things happen bingo #bthb #i actually really enjoyed writing iloniyn? very nice #can't wait to write more of him and vie #they are pals and buddies #ilo #iloniyn

[vivispec]

Hello & Happy Friday! From the 'platonic prompts' list and for Viera and Iloniyen: "I am this close away from strangling you." Happy writing!

With how much they bickered as kids, it was really hard to just choose one scene :') here's Viera and Iloniyn preparing for the ball at the Winter Palace, featuring that godawful Inquisition getup.

@dadrunkwriting Viera & Iloniyn words: 660

“Wipe that smug look off your damn face, before I wipe it off for you.”

Viera lifted her hand to hide the offending expression, but Iloniyn could still see the laughter in her eyes. “I think it suits you,” she managed, barely able to contain the giggle seeping into her voice. “It’s…bold. Very…intriguing.”

“By the Creators, I will strangle you.”

“If you value your own life, I wouldn’t,” she warned, crossing arms clad in white satin up to the elbow, and drawing near. “Vivienne’s attendants spent the better part of an hour on my neck alone, and you should know from the lethallen who wove our plaits as da’len that there’s no wrath like that of an artist scorned.”

His scowl was broken by a scoff. “They powdered your neck?”

“Yes. My neck, and just about every other bare piece of skin on my body. It feels terrible, like I walked through a dust cloud on a dry day, and didn’t bother wiping it off.” She lifted a hand, running it along the blue sash cutting across his chest, stark against the bright red fabric behind it. “At least your tunic looks comfortable. I can barely breathe through all these layers.”

“You’d rather look like some exotic bird?”

“And you’d rather be swarmed by bored shem on the hunt for a little entertainment, courtesy of the Inquisitor’s elusive Shadow?” His ears ran red as his tunic at the suggestion, blinking away with a sour set to his brow—no different from when they were children, and she got the best of him. “I didn’t think so. They’d be no match for your good looks, at their full power. For the sake of the world, I’d much rather spare the both of you.”

“How shall I ever repay you,” he griped through his teeth, and she gave his sash a firm tug. “I can’t even begin to understand why you dragged me here. Barely three months since I left the clan, and you bring me to a ball? Really?” 

“You’ll be able to stomach it for a single evening.”

“This isn’t because I pushed you into the river, is it? Or said you looked like a bogfisher?”

“I need you here, Ilo,” she pressed, white-knuckled against his chest. Then, her fingers relaxed, lifting to smooth the cowlick at his hairline. “You won’t have to speak with anyone, but I’ll be too busy appeasing the nobles to see what’s roiling under the surface—if appeasing them is even something I can hope to do. If you can keep your eyes and ears open, look out for anything amiss…”

“Does Nightingale not have agents for that sort of thing?”

“She does. I don’t.” Her eyes rimmed by severe black, her features framed in gold, she was a far cry from the sun-touched hunter he’d ran the trails with; and yet, her touch at his temple was familiar, the curling of her fingers as she coaxed his stray hairs back into place as recognizable to him as his own. “And they don’t see the same things we do. I trust you, more than myself. Just this once, and I won’t let them dress you in something so garish ever again.”

“Swear it. By the All-Mother.”

Tilting her chin, Viera straightened, her voice growing grave. “In the name of Mythal, the Protector, I do swear to defend Iloniyn Sarethon—the blood at my back, my eyes beyond me—from any and all offending garments.”

Stifling the smirk that thinned his eyes, he chewed on his answer before, eventually, heaving a sigh. “Alright,” he relented, “just make sure, in no uncertain terms, that the tailors know red really isn’t my color. It washes me out.”

“I’ll make it very clear,” she promised, before turning to retrieve her mask, and make for the door. “A burnt orange, maybe, or a nice, neutral black?” 

“Over this monstrosity? I’d take magenta, were it paired just right.”

She snickered, and slipped away. “Don’t give me any ideas.”

#oc: viera #oc: iloniyn #dragon age #dai #dadwc #my writing

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Here's an old doodle I never posted!

It's me and @vivispec 's OCs (her Iloniyn on the left, my Athimien on the right) in some uncharacteristically revealing outfits pinterest decided tried to recommend for their fashion boards. Very good for grumpy boys that would never wear this in their lives!!!

(The recommended images under the cut)

Iloniyn:

Athimien:

#male lavellan #dragon age inquisition #lavellen oc #others oc: iloniyn #oc: athimien #oc: mien #jun art