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catharsisfire · 2 years

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burning water and bubbles (m.)

Solas x Female Lavellan Inquisitor

In which Solas asks for forgiveness.

Warnings: smut, solas being a tease, thats about it tbh

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It’s odd to see her sitting sideways in the bathtub, head laid gently upon her arms along the edge. The music from creatures outside spreads across the room, wrapping around the walls and filling the space between them; eerily soft and slow, the nighttime nocturne meanders round and round enticing the dust in the air as it catches the fire light of the candles. He wants to apologize, admit he was wrong and bear the consequences of his mistake, but she’s unrelenting. A cold anger and an even colder love, she’s not going to be so easily swayed by the tender apologetic words her lover could soon come to muster. And he is not one so easily ensnared by the wicked games she plays with him.

“Are you really going to ignore me all night?” He tries his best to sound annoyed, to sound bothered by her cold shoulder, but he can’t, amusement tinges at the edge of his voice because he knows exactly how this game ends. How this game will end.

She makes no indication that she has even heard him speak, no sound or movement comes from inside the tub aside from the rolling of steam off the water and into the air.

“So you are holding to your word then, huh?” A grin bites at the edge of his lips that she cannot see, but she hears it in his words. She cannot see him but knows exactly how he looks right now, painting it in her mind’s eye. His arms are folded across his chest while he’s lazily propped against a door frame in her room, their room, within the stone walls of Skyhold, with a tilted grin on his face and a teasing look sparkling in dark eyes. She doesn’t need to see him to know he enjoys this. That he enjoys their games together.

She answers with a hum, electing to turn around in the tub ‘til she’s seated in it correctly, sinking within the water until she’s laid out, stretching her body until her ankles hook at the narrow edge in front of her and she is submerged to her shoulders.

She’s denied him the view of her now, so he pushes off the door frame, shutting the stained glass door behind him and walking forward until he’s in front of her. He easily catches her ankles in his hands as he gazes down at her, but she remains unmoving and seemingly relaxed, her eyes remain closed as if she’s far off in thought somewhere. Yet Solas knows her too well, knows that she is no master at ignoring him once he gets his hands on her. That she is quick to crumble beneath his gaze, so eager to please, that this is the only reason she has her eyes closed and her body is buried within layers of bubbles to block his view and hopefully his lingering hands.

She tries to flinch her legs away from him as he begins to rub delicate circles against her ankles, but he’s too quick, too strong, and his grip tightens tenfold around her. There’s a split second where she fears he may pull her legs until she’s dragged under the water as some form of childish punishment for her silent treatment and her eyes fly open at the thought while her hands shoot from beneath the water to brace on the side edges of the tub, but Solas makes no move to do so. He only loosens his grip, resuming his earlier task of rubbing her ankles. The corners of his eyes crinkle under his boyish grin as she glares up at him petulantly, deciding then to dip her hands back into the water before bringing one back up to flick water onto his face.

“If you want attention so badly, why not go find Varric? You know how he likes to talk.”

“Maybe I will.” He laughs, but he makes no indication that he is going to take his leave. That he will walk out of this room and go find the aforementioned, leaving her here alone in the burning water and bubbles of her bath.

“Then I certainly will not hold you here, Solas.” There’s a teasing glint to her words, she’s prodding him for a reaction, and it works. He hums an acknowledgement, nodding his head as he peers down at her contemplatively. She knows he will not leave, but what exactly he will do instead, she is still entirely unsure of. He loosens his grip on her ankles and his hands leave her for a split second as he begins to slowly make his way from the end of the tub in the middle of the room. His right hand finds purchase on her right leg, dragging leisurely and dipping beneath the water as he makes his way around until he’s kneeling next to her.

“How can I get your forgiveness, ma vhenan? What would you have me do?” He’s asking her jokingly, she knows this, but there’s something hidden behind his eyes that tinges with want; want for forgiveness, want for her.

“I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to figure it out yourself.” She chides, smirking, feigning innocence and ignorance of the answer to his question. And he hums back in turn, seemingly contemplating her words and his own actions from here on out, with raised brows. His right hand emerges from her thigh beneath the water, liquid dripping down and disturbing the bubbles.

He repeats her own action from earlier and lifts his hand to flick the residual water from his hand onto her face, before he lifts himself from his kneeling position beside the tub. He walks easily, barely a step away then forwards, he finds himself standing behind her and kneeling again. Behind the tub and her, his hands glide easily down her arms that lay perched on the side of the tub until they are rested over her own.

“You’re awful, you know that?” She grinds out behind closed eyes and gritted teeth, but there’s the hint of a laugh behind her words that she can’t hide, no matter how much self-control she thinks she has.

“Hmm, really? You must tell me all about it, my love.”

“You know,” she pauses, laughing slightly under her breath, “if you wish to have something around that you can tell what to do, perhaps we can get you a dog.”

“And if you wish for an apology, then I’m willing to give you one.” His breath grazes across the nape of her neck, his teeth nips at her ear and travels down to her pulse point to gently lay a kiss upon it before he begins, “I’m sorry.” Kiss. “I’m sorry.” Bite. “I’m sorry.” Kiss. And it goes on and on as he works his way down to her shoulders and back up again, until the little lavishes are painted upon both sides of her neck.

Not one to be distracted by the pursuit of his mouth upon her neck, Lavellan hums out in thought before furthering her teasing. “You know, if you think this will be enough to gain my forgiveness you are sorely mistaken.”

“Oh?” A feign of shock, “And if this was the only trick I had up my sleeve, then what?”

“Then I suppose you’d have to try harder.” She pauses but not a moment too long before gesturing vaguely to her desk across the room, “After all, you did ruin many important documents which, with the utmost urgency, required my signature to keep the Inquisition afloat.”

Solas knows that’s simply not true, any document possessing any value at all were signed in front of Josephine and immediately filed or sent accordingly, but he plays along regardless. Although, he has no real clue as to what he spilled ink all over earlier that morning when he’d swiped stray paper and quills off her desk as he hoisted her on top of the then cleared surface.

“The Inquisition will be alright for a few days while they are rewritten.”

One of Solas’ hands leaves it spot from on top of her own to return beneath the water's surface, grabbing at her thigh before slowly trailing down, closer and closer to-

“Oooh”

“Interesting.” He jokingly ponders as his fingers tease harsh circles on her clit. And her back arches in response, pressing further into his hand as her head falls back onto his shoulder, wetting his shirt with her damp hair.

“Sh-ut up.” There’s no malice, just her sighed out desperation, heated face, and the overwhelming focus she’d now put into the movement of his hand. She remains silent, or rather, tries to as whines bite at the edge of her labored breathing.

“You know what? You’re absolutely ravishing when you’re at a loss for words.”

“A-nd you annoy me.” She tries her hardest not to let the moan slip between her clenched teeth, unwilling to let him win, but it’s a short-lived victory she can’t possibly consider when two fingers move down to catch at her entrance and push in.

“Really? You don’t seem particularly annoyed with me right now.”

She gasps out, face twisting in mock anger and her hands grip tighter on the edge of the bath, “You’re not playing fair.” It’s breathless and warm and he can’t help but chuckle lightly at the obvious beginning of her fall to submission, as her breath quickens and her chest heaves causing the movement of water to slosh around his arm more.

Solas is humming out in reply, brows raising while he looks tauntingly down at her. “Is that so?” He asks as his hand continues to work inside of her.

“Mmhmm,” she takes a second to draw in a shaky breath, “Y-you can’t stand to lose, s-so you cheat.”

And Solas nods contemplatively behind her, “I can stop then. It would be terribly dreadful to your new predicament but if you are so adamant that I am being unfair…” So he does, removing his hand from between her legs and beneath the water's surface, back up into the warm air of the room.

“W-ait. N-no… That’s not what I meant.” She stutters out.

“Then what did you mean, Inquisitor? And please be sure to be detailed, we wouldn’t want anything else misconstrued, now would we?”

“What have I told you about calling me that when we-“ And her complaint is dead in the water as his hand descends on her breast, catching a nipple between his fingers and twisting lightly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He pauses for half of a second before adding teasingly, “Inquisitor.”

“Y-you’re playing a dangerous game right now Solas.”

“Perhaps.” Truly Solas assumed nothing of her half-hearted threat. What could she possibly do to him?

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kcwriter-blog · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature (a little spice at the end so 18+ please) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age) Characters: Theneras Lavellan, Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Angst/Comfort, Cannon Compliant Summary:

The annihilation of Clan Lavellan sends Theneras into a spiral of despair and guilt. Only Solas can comprehend what she is going through. In order to help her he will have to confront his own feelings of guilt and sorrow. If that happens, there may be no way back.

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emotionally-masochistic · 4 months

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Soooo I did a thing...have some x-rated Solas audio 🙃

Yes, I know it's terrible

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beautyiesky · 1 year

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#dragon age inquistor #lavellan #solas x lavellan #solasmance #solavellan #elf #elvhenan #da solas #solas x inquisitor #solas dai #dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age inquisition #solas smut

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blue-velvet-valentina · 2 years

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A well-deserved night

CW: Nudity, kissing, “herb” smoking, no smut but the tension is there

Summary: Solas finds a kindred spirit in a human version of himself.

Solas has lately found his secret place to relax just beyond the veil, a simple house where each time he goes there, a human is sitting on the roof. A music box playing random songs with random merchants advertising their wares. Often the human wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt with some random design. Her blonde hair fluffed and short, framing her round, almost youthful face perfectly disguising her age. At first Solas was lost and a bit afraid of this confusing new part of the fade, but he slowly learned that it seems the fade is a thin membrane between worlds, and he seemed to beam with wonder learning about her world, both the good and bad. He started to see her as a kindred spirit but as he saw her more, he felt more…different about her.

Solas sulked as he did not see her in her usual spot, instead wind howled with a brewing storm rolling in. he knew she was inside sitting by a lit window lighting up in expression seeing him and disappearing before the door swings open wide.

“Hurry! A storm is coming in!” His feet flew under him as he went from a stroll to a full sprint almost toppling her as he tried to stop himself, they both laugh in each other’s arms. The smell of food heavy in the air adding to the ambiance of her home. He has only seen her home from the outside and never went inside before, the inside filled with plants trailing up the walls, an aquarium being framed by plants growing from the top and spilling around. The main room was open to a kitchen with a weird device on a counter where the smell was coming from.

“You hungry? I figured you were hungry and tired of Nug. Its vegetarian so there’s no meat in it.” She asked as she opened the clear top and stirred it.

Solas stared at it seeing she carved the vegetables into the faces of skulls from mushrooms, pumpkins in the carrots, purple, yellow, and orange. “I’d love to try it yes. It smells amazing.” He smiled.

He blushed realizing he was over her shoulder and bumped into her from behind. He never been this close to her before. He can smell her perfume which was stirring the wolf inside him. He coughed embarrassed as he backed away, she just smiled at him and got him a chair at a table. He sat blushing madly still reeling from the thought of being so close, flashes of his imagination of her close again his senses going wild. He started to crave her just as much as the food, imaging her nude under him as he would let the wolf out and make her his. Solas’s mind snapped back to reality hearing the movement of a bowl towards him, one in front of him, the other Infront of her. She turned the music box on, which was low, playing a song about loving someone like there was not tomorrow. He smiled at her at her kindness and tried the soup, the heat bringing color back to his cold pale skin as he realizes more detail about her. Her skin was slightly darker she must have had time in the sun her whole life. She wore glasses on her face that steamed with the soup’s heat making him blush more finding them attractive on her. She wore instead of shorts and shirt a simple housedress that was a lilac color with an apron that was tied around her waist. Her full frame made her look simpler and kindlier, a figure like this rare in Theadas.

The Night wore on as they talked and joked, discussing how they have been like they are old friends. She broke out her box and pulled her smoke kit, grinding the heady scented plant and stiffing it into pre rolled cones before sealing them and offering him the first smoke. Solas now able to handle its strength took it and inhaled deeply and held before a slow exhale in her direction. She took her turn, and her small, pouty lips touched the end where his touched. He stared between bites of food wishing his lips really touched hers. The night felt like it was so fat, but only a mere hour passed as the boom of thunder sounded an alarm. They finished eating as she cleared her mess he stared at her standing frame. The term she jokes about “submissive and breedable” was running circles in his mind imaging her again submitting to him his old heart pounding with the thought. He finished the herb in hopes it would calm him down, but it made him too relaxed. She finished cleaning, turning to see him staring at her a look that was only recognized as admiration as she looked at him and smiled.

“You’re handsome… I’ve never thought I’d feel this way about anyone, in fact I always felt like love wasn’t in the cards for me till you wandered on my property.” She got closer as something in him snapped. He stood and kissed her deeply never feeling this way with anyone himself, let alone a human but here is kissing her lips satisfying his desires and curiosity. She slowly backed away leading him into what was obviously her bedroom. There was netting crowning her bed and soft lights giving a candle like glow as he growled like a feral god ripping his clothes getting more aggressive when she moaned into his ear and her breath brushing his ear. She pulled her dress off over her head her hair bouncing free along with her breasts and the fat in her body. He grabbed handfuls of her kidding again in just his pants as he kissed her lips the trailing lower, leading himself into the wonderland of her body and earning himself a well-deserved night.

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delicatefade · 1 year

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Solas/Eilan First Kiss 💋

No time to write anything new this week, so I'll share excerpts of published kissies! Valentine's romance excerpt 1 of 3. wc: 175 Full published smut one-shot here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40595346

“I should retire,” he whispered feebly.

“Stay,” she whispered back.

He stared at her beauty and felt light-headed and weak. His knuckles trailed gingerly down her arm as his better nature screamed at him to stop. Her lips parted, wanting. He kissed her, daring and deep. Her soft lips yielded to him and his thoughts slipped. The world fell away. All he could hear was their shared breath, their hands rustling over each other’s clothing, the wet sounds of their lips, the soft little moans that caught in her throat. He kissed it.

Slowly they learned how the other liked to kiss. He took his time, in no rush to do anything but enjoy what he had for so many months denied. His hands explored her body, drawing her against him. Her body molded to his, her touch eager and sure. He traced her vallaslin with his nose from her cheekbone to her chin, atoning for whatever slight she had felt because of his rudeness. He felt her smile and was overjoyed.

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thevikingwoman · 2 months

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Saw a post on Finish your WIPs February and I was not going to do any of that, except Solas and Iwyn insisted. It was fun writing them again.

Originally started in 2021, for a kinky bingo prompt of "infidelity", here's Solas and Iwyn enjoying some art, and each other - acting on their attraction to each other after Iwyn's husband leaves.

Fandom: Dragon Age | Words: 4114 | Read on Ao3

Iwyn Lavellan x Solas | Modern AU | smut Rating: Explicit. Infidelity, smut, fluff, angst, Iwyn is lonely, her husband is a bit boring, Solas is lonely too, nothing new here though, oral, piv sex, safe sex, casual relationship

Casual Fun

There is a surprising amount of rich, beautiful people at the museum. Solas knows many donors are more interested in getting their name in the brochures – or even better, in brass on the entrance pillar –but they still attend events to mingle and make sure everyone else knows they are there.

It’s still more crowded than he anticipated. The foyer is busy, a string quartet plays, and the trays of canapes and sparkling wine are quickly refilled.

The patrons of the arts, all dressed up. It doesn’t matter why people are here – the museum is free Wednesdays and Sundays, and hands out scholarships to young artists and that matters. Solas doesn’t much care about making connections or socializing, but he does care that there is money for the arts, and this is why he donates himself, of course.

It’s the opening of the A. Brenhan exhibition – a renown Orzammar artist who rarely allows his works to be shown on the surface. Solas had hoped to see the collection relatively undisturbed, and initially the throng of people had dashed his hopes. When he makes his way to the special exhibit on the second floor, he realizes he was wrong. Very few people wander the exhibit. It seems everyone is more interested in the spectacle that is themselves.

He spends some time on the charcoal sketches. It’s mostly architecture. Forgotten Thaigs and empty corridors and old houses. The story behind them is more interesting than the sketches themselves.

Most people actively browsing the gallery are in pairs or small groups. Like himself, they might have a more serious interest in the art, or simply worry about missing out. While he appreciates the peace and quiet here, he does wish he had someone to discuss the art with.

Solas moves to the next part of the exhibit, what Brenhan is most known for. Oil paintings on large canvasses, larger than Solas is tall. The kind of work you hang in museums, or maybe in mansions of some of the very rich. No matter, the artist’s fame is well deserved. Most of the paintings feature Dwarven architecture, ancient and modern both, but above them an impossible sky. Brenhan is a traditionalist, and has never left Orzammar, and doesn’t truly know what the sky looks like. The effect is eerie and unsettling, and meant to be so.

“I can’t decide if I love it, hate it, or just find it odd.”

Solas is startled by the woman next to him. He’d not noticed her, or assumed she was part of the group that moved on.

“It’s captivating nonetheless,” he offers.

“I agree. It’s one of the more interesting exhibits recently.”

He turns to her, and she is captivating too. Her dress is a shimmery white, contrasting with her tan skin and red hair piled on top of her head. Diamonds drip from her pointed ears and her green eyes sparkle. As she moves, his eyes are drawn to the high slit in her dress and her tall heels.

He quickly looks back at her face, and she smirks at him.

“Do you often attend the openings?” he asks, and realizes this is almost as cliche as do you come here often? He wanted someone to talk to, and now he wants to sink into the floor.

“Most of them, if I can.” She smiles and holds out her hand. “I’m Iwyn.”

He takes it, and she gives a firm handshake.

“Solas.”

“So, Solas, are you familiar with Brenhan’s work?”

“Some. I have not seen such an extensive collection before. From what I understand it is the most comprehensive exhibition of his works. Outside Orzammar, of course.”

“Yes, I’ve heard so too. I did see some of his work in the Museum of Modern Art in Denerim, but it was only a few. I do find his work intriguing, and a lot more impressive in person.”

“It’s the scale of it. It doesn’t translate well to a catalogue.”

Iwyn agrees and they talk more about the paintings, moving from one room to the next in the exhibit. He learns that her interest in art is recent, and he has plenty of knowledge he can share with her. Her own insights are unique and interesting still, seeing the soul and emotion of the pictures without the baggage of art study. The conversation is invigorating and easy.

Sometime later, an elven man joins them. He’s a little shorter than Solas, with a square jaw and long dark hair gathered in a bun at his neck. He leans over and kisses Iwyn on the cheek.

“Hello, dear.”

“Solas, this is my husband Halier. Halier, Solas is an art enthusiast and he’s been sharing interesting thoughts on the exhibit.”

Solas heart drops in chest and he instinctively puts space between him and Iwyn. He’s enjoyed their conversation immensely, and working to steer the conversation away from the art and towards leaving for drinks. Like a fool, he’d ignored the large diamond ring on her finger. It went with her earrings and bracelet.

Halier grunts and thrusts out his hand, and Solas can do nothing else but take it.

“Solas. I’m sure I’ve seen you before – where do you work?”

“I’m a partner at Evanuris Wealth Management.”

“Of course. I must have seen your picture in your office. I’m a partner with Lavellan, Lavellan & Sabrae Law Firm.”

“Very nice.”

Solas isn’t here to discuss business. Most days, he doesn’t hate his job, or the family business, and he’s glad it allows him to support the arts like this, but he also doesn’t want it to consume his life. He isn’t here to discuss business.

“Are you done here?” Halier directs his question at Iwyn, but does not wait for her response. “I’d like to get out of here, I have that early flight tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer. Take the car, I’ll grab a cab.” Iwyn fishes a valet ticket out of her clutch, and lightly kisses Halier’s cheek. “Don’t wait up.”

“I won’t. I have to be at the airport at 6am. Goodnight, dear.” He takes the ticket, and nods at Solas. “Solas, nice to meet you. We can discuss business at some other time, perhaps. Thank you for entertaining my wife.”

“A pleasure.”

Solas watches as Halier leaves, but his attention is soon back on Iwyn.

"My husband finds these things terribly boring,” she says. “We're donors, and he likes his name on something cultured along with the tax deduction, but that's it."

"And you don’t find these things boring?"

“I like the events, and the art. Especially with interesting company.”

He doesn’t know how to interpret that, with her sly smile and sparkling eyes and husband retreating down the stairs.

“The art is certainly better with good company.”

He closes a little of the space between them, and he wants her to forget her husband existed. Fuck.

“I’d love to look at the final part of the exhibit. Do you want to join me, Solas?”

She brushes past him, her fingers skimming his arm as she gestures towards the last room they have not explored. He’s no idea if it’s deliberate, but the heat of her sears him through his jacket.

They spend another thirty minutes, at least, taking in the final room. The art is interesting, but more and more he finds himself staring at Iwyn. She catches him, at one point, causing him to quickly avert his eyes and stumble over his words.

Iwyn puts a hand on his arm.

“How about getting some drinks? It seems you’ve lost interest in the art.”

“I’m looking at a different type of art, even more interesting and beautiful.”

It slips out before he can stop himself, but she just gives him a crooked smile.

“Let’s get out of there, Solas.”

Iwyn takes Solas to a nearby bar. There’s a risk someone would know her and her husband, of course, but she’s willing to take it. Halier already knows she was talking with him, and they’re just here to talk a little more. Maybe, she admits, she wants to more than talk. She likes his eyes on her, the intensity in them when he looks at her. She likes his voice, and the way he called her beautiful just earlier. Brazen and rebellious.

The bar is nice enough, a regular upscale bar matching the surrounding office buildings, galleries, art museum, restaurants, and symphony hall. She thinks it was featured recently in the nightlife section of the local newspaper, but she isn’t sure. Iwyn orders the featured drink, The Divine’s Night Off, with crystal grace infused gin, brown sugar syrup and Navarran orange liqueur. Solas orders a fruity pink grapefruit vodka concoction.

They make careful small talk, at first. About art, and the museum and the ballet (Solas is a fan, Iwyn isn’t) and other arts that the city offers. They carefully avoid talking about work or what Solas does for a living. It’s clear that his company and her husband’s do some business, and she doesn’t want to think about that.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you at the donor evenings before. We – I try to go to most of them.”

“I have been a donor for a while now, but the last two years I’ve been in Kirkwall. For work.”

Solas makes a face, and she grins. No one really likes Kirkwall, not even the people from there.

“Happy to be back in Wycome?”

“Most certainly. Kirkland is boring at best, and polluted and prejudiced at its worst. It is a relief to be back. Though I must say that I did not expect the event to be that enticing.”

His voice sends shivers down her spine.

“I’m very glad you’re here, Solas. It made my evening a lot more exciting so far.”

“So far?”

“It could become more exciting.”

“How so?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out.”

She’s bored and lonely most of the time, if she’s honest, and Solas offers something new and different. She wants his hands all over her. She wants to fuck him. There are many reasons she’s still married to Halier, but mediocre sex isn’t one of them. She never thought of meeting someone like this, flirting like this. The thrill of it is lightning in her veins, and the fact that Solas knows about her husband intensifies it.

Solas takes a sip of his drink, and traces the edge of his glass. His fingers are long and elegant.

“I would very much like to. Figure it out, I mean.”

She’s made up her mind, and she doesn’t want to wait anymore. Iwyn is out of her comfort zone, but there is something about Solas that draws her to him. She needs to know if he feels the same, and she’s no reason to hide her intentions.

“Sweet talker.”

“Iwyn, I…” He pauses, and looks serious. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Solas,” she says, as she reaches across the table and places her hand on top of his. “I know a hotel, nearby.”

“Yes,” he replies, to the question she didn’t ask.

They pay for their drinks and slip out into the cool night. It has rained while they were at the bar, the wet sidewalk reflecting the lights from the street. Boldly, Iwyn pulls Solas close and kisses him, soft and quick. He freezes, and she’s about to apologize when he pulls her close again and kisses her back. This time there is nothing soft or gentle about it.

“We should probably find that hotel,” she mumbles when they pull apart. As much as she wants to keep him close, she also wants him naked. Solas seems to agree, nodding and taking her hand. It’s only two blocks to the hotel, and they manage without too many stops for kisses. The entrance is well lit, gold handles in the glass doors.

She hesitates in the lobby, but only briefly. She is certain. Solas hand is at the small of her back, as if it belongs there. As if they’d checked into a hotel together a million times before.

“Can I help you?”

The human behind the counter looks very bored. It’s quite late, and the lobby is empty.

“We need a room for a night. We don’t have a reservation.”

Solas is close and she draws on the confidence in his presence. He wants to be here. She wants to be here. What they’re doing is no one else’s business.

“Sure.” The girl taps on her computer. “Nightly rate 399. Credit card and Id, please?”

“Let me,” Solas says smoothly, and she supposes he right. It’s not that she can’t pay, but it’s better it’s not her name. Some part of her doesn’t care, craves the danger of it. But she’s not quite ready to self-destruct her life.

Solas hands over his cards, and the girl dutifully enters his information into her system. She hands them two keycards. She looks too tired and underpaid to ask about their lack of luggage.

“Room 906, elevators are down and on your right. Checkout is at 11am tomorrow.”

Solas thanks her, hands Iwyn one card, and starts down the hallway. Iwyn grabs his hand.

“One moment.”

She heads to the hotel convenience store, determined and casual all at once. She looks at the little stand of toiletries – deodorants, cotton buds, razors.

“Do you have any condoms?”

The dwarf behind counter grunts, and pulls out a silver cardboard box from a cabinet behind the counter.

“19.99.”

She hands him her credit card, and puts the box in the purse when the transaction is complete. The dwarf grunts again, and fiddles with his phone.

Iwyn hurries after Solas, and puts her hand in his when she catches up.

They slip inside the room, and the door closes with a soft thud behind them. Iwyn pushes him against the wall, and catches his lips in an eager kiss. He slips his hand through the tall slit in her dress, caressing her skin, like he’d been wanting to all night. He kisses her neck, she gasps.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. He pulls back and really looks at her. A thought occurs to him. “Does your husband know you’re here?”

He isn’t really certain why a beautiful woman wants with him, and her husband is certainly handsome enough. If he’s part of someone’s kink he’d like to know.

“No. Does that bother you?”

He shakes his head.

“Good.”

Iwyn walks to the bed, and drops her dress on the floor. It pools around her feet, leaving her nude except her lace panties and tall heels. She twists off her diamond ring and drops it on the bedside table.

“He won’t know anything,” she states.

She is breathtaking. He tentatively touches her arm, her shoulder. Runs his fingers across her collar bone, and down her chest. She gasps when he cups her breast briefly, before skimming over her ribs, resting his hand on her hip. He follows with kisses, all the way down the body until he kneels before her. He frees her legs from the dress, folds it, and toss it on a chair.

“If he did know – your husband – would you be in danger?”

She laughs at this, and cuts herself off. She looks at him earnestly.

“Thank you, Solas, for asking. I wouldn’t be. He would be severely disappointed, I suppose. Just like he severely disappoints me.”

He kisses her knee.

“I will endeavor not to, in that case.”

“Very good.”

The way her voice drops when she praises him sends a bolt of arousal straight to his dick. So does the fact that she’s here, with him, while her husband has gone home alone.

He runs his hands up her legs, and kisses her lace covered sex. She gasps, a low involuntary sound, completely lovely.

“Sit down, please?”

She does, sitting herself on the bed behind her. Before he can lean in closer, she lifts one foot, pressing her heel against his chest.

“You’re overdressed, Solas.”

“Of course.”

He takes off his jacket, and unbuttons his shirt. Iwyn crosses her legs, and follows every move with hooded eyes. He hopes he measures up. With his chest bared he leans over her and kisses her, deep and hungry.

“Everything, Solas,” she says.

He complies, taking off his shoes and dresspants and socks and boxers. There’s no elegant way to go about it, but Iwyn is just sitting on the bed, leaning back on her elbows with a small smile on her face. She smiles wider when he’s finally naked, and he’d happily suffer a little awkwardness to put such a smile on face.

Iwyn uncrosses her legs.

“Now where were you?”

Solas slides down in front of her. “Right here, I believe.” He slides his hands up her calves, past her knees. She yields to his gentle pressure, and lets her legs fall open. He kisses the inside of her thigh, and again, his lips caressing her silken skin all the way up to her lace clad mound. He kisses the lace, and she moans deliciously when he breathes hot air against her. He draws his head back to look at her, glorious above him, and caresses her with his fingers. He slips two inside her panties, touching her slick heat. Iwyn bucks against him, his other hand firmly holding her left leg.

“More,” she growls, and he draws her panties aside, leaving her clit exposed, pink and swollen. He teases it, and rubs against the sides of it, and then he presses down on it.

“Like this? Softer? Harder?”

“Harder, softer. Alternate.”

He smiles, and does as she asks, causing her to gasp and writhe. She is alluring, her half-covered sex arousing, her wet cunt inviting. He wants to taste her, to make her scream. He keeps working his fingers, and kisses the inside of her thigh. When he reaches the top, he licks up her cunt, reveling in her taste. She moans, a deep throaty sound and he groans too. He looks up at her, her shiny red lips parted, her cheeks flushed with desire.

“More?” he asks.

“Yes, please. Now.”

“I think I’ll get rid of these first.”. He smirks at her, moving his hands across her panties. They’re pretty, but in the way. He pulls the fabric a little up, making the lace rub against her clit, and then down. She lifts her hips easily, allowing him to slide them all the way down her legs. He carefully pulls the panties over the heels of her shoes, leaving them on her feet.

He doesn’t tease this time, no matter how inviting the soft skin of thighs is, but sits right up between her legs and spreads his palms over her hips. Her legs part wide for him, and he lowers his mouth to taste her again. He licks and sucks her sensitive folds and her swollen clit. He’s rewarded with a low moan, her head thrown back. He adds his hand, his fingers teasing her opening. Iwyn takes the opportunity to throw her leg over his shoulder. She’s wet and soft, clenching around his fingers, her juices coating his chin. Her heel digs into his back, pressing him closer to her, a beautiful counterpoint to her sweet taste.

She is all his, right here, even if it isn’t so outside this room. Not that she belongs to anyone but herself, not truly.

Solas keeps working his fingers, his tongue until she shudders around him, moaning and trashing against him. He lets her come down carefully, gently easing her out of her climax. Her leg slips to the floor and she relaxes into the bed.

“That was – very good.”

“Yes?”

“You did good,” she says again, firmer this time. His already hard cock jumps at it. He wants her and he wants her approval more. He wants to be good enough for her. He’s here with her, and her husband isn’t. He’s the one who slides his hands all the way down her legs, and gently takes off her shoes, kissing her ankles. He’s the one who crawls into bed after her when she swings legs up to stretch out on it.

He’s the one who asks her, “what can I do next?”

“Touch me,” she says. “Like you care.”

Solas is suddenly furiously angry, overcome with a need to punch Iwyn’s husband in the face the next time he meets him. He won’t, of course, and refocuses his attention on Iwyn. He just met her tonight, but he does care. He wants to touch her, to please her, right here in this downtown hotel. He also wants to talk art with her again, to get to know her better. He shoves that thought to the back of his brain. Being the one the satisfy her will have to be enough.

“I do care, Iwyn.”

She looks stunned at his earnestness, perhaps like she regrets her vulnerability. He patiently lets his fingers wander up her torso, feather-light. Iwyn recovers and smirks.

“Get on with it, then.”

He does, his hands wandering across her chest, teasing her nipples as he dips his head to kiss her. He learns what makes her moan, what makes her arch her back. Her hands are not idle either, sliding up his body, digging into his shoulders. He groans when she traces one finger up his cock, and wraps her whole hand around it. She pumps it slowly and all thoughts flee his mind, his hands randomly touching her, needing to feel her skin beneath his hands in any way he can. Iwyn sits half up, and kisses him.

“Lay back, Solas,” she says, extracting herself from under him.

He does, laying back and lets her continue to do as she pleases. Her hand is back on his cock as she grins, her other hand holding him firmly down when his hips jerk. He’s so hard it aches, and he almost can’t hold it together when moves faster, twisting her hand a little.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Please, please, Iwyn.” He’s ready to beg for anything, has been since he first laid his eyes on her.

She lets go of him, and finds the packet of condoms, opening one. Her nails are expertly manicured, a deep green color. The diamond bracelet glints against her wrist. She rolls the condom over his cock.

Seated above him, she drags her nails across his chest, her cunt hovering out of reach. He wants. He needs, he needs her now.

“Please,” he says again. “I need – “

She lowers herself on him, heat surrounding him, perfect and far too slow. When he moves, thrusting his hips up impatiently, she puts a hand on his chest.

“Stay still.”

Her eyes are burning, and it’s not a question. A demand. A test. He complies and grows impossible harder. Iwyn moves with agonizing slowness. His hands find their way to her waist, supporting, but not changing her pace, letting her stay in control. They’re both panting, eyes caught in each other.

Finally, Iwyn moves faster, leaning more on her weight on his chest as she collapses a little forward. He grips her hips tighter, and she nods. Now he moves with her, into her. It’s tight and hot and wonderful, and he moans her name as he throws his head back. Iwyn brings her own hand between her legs, and they both move faster, erratically. She trembles above him, glorious and beautiful, and his own orgasm takes him by surprise, intensity coursing through him.

Iwyn collapses fully on his chest, and he wraps his arms around her. She sighs and kiss his neck, as she slides off him, then tucks herself into him. Solas deals with the condom, and lets himself enjoy her warmth next to him.

"I don't normally do this," she says.

"Neither do I."

"Fucking a married woman, or engaging in one-night stands in general?"

Both. Either. He just nods, and kisses her brow. She idly caresses his shoulder. It feels far too comfortable.

“I’m glad I did,” she says.

“As I am I.”

They lay intwined, and he holds her. A minute. An hour. A moment. Long enough to pretend this belongs to him.

She slips away well before dawn. Home, he supposes, to her husband, or an empty bed he has left. Back to her real life.

She kisses his cheek.

"Thanks, Solas. I had a good time."

He squeezes her hand.

"Me too," he says, and he smiles, as wide and genuine as he can.

Casual fun, another man's wife.

The door clicks shut after her.

#dragon age #dragon age fanfic #solavellan #solavellan fanfic #iwyn x solas #writing about Iwyn #AHH it was so nice to write them again #they are happy and married in almost every timeline #here they get to be messy #just a bit #had 3000 words of this just lingering in my wips #very happy to throw it out there #finish your wips #viking writes #published 2/29/2024 #leap day seems apt for leaping back to solavellan #solavellan hell is eternal

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plisuu · 22 days

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Thanks for the tag @the-rebel-archivist! I think I might have been tagged by someone else a while ago but??? sorry ahahha

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12! But two of those are art and one of them is the abandoned version of my long fic. I... don't post much ahahaha

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

71k

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Dragon Age :)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In Flame Forged Anew - my long fic! DA: I, Cullen/m!Trev except not really because it's insanely slow burn. Deals with a lot of guilt and also tranquility. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ What You Want - My oldest work (barring my abandoned long-fic). Pavelyan, from when Connor used to be a Dorianmance. A lil confession one-shot. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Battle of Attrition - Dead-dove whump for whumptober. Red Templars and torture ahoy! ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ The Healer's Hands - Solas/Blackwall gay awakening and pining, ft. a little bit of hurt/comfort ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ On Broken Wings We Fly - A lil friendship fic I wrote for @rosella-writes of their Lavellan's interactions with my Inquisitor and the start of their strange friendship.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try! I also forget and get so caught up trying to write "meaningful replies" that I tend to fall behind on them ahaha

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hhhh well it hasn't ended, but probably Battle of Attrition (since it's all just whump) or Never Say Die, a tiny thing about some of the OCxOC lead-up to the Conclave.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my writing is pretty bittersweet at best, but probably Shrike, a lil Cullen PoV fic about his and Connor's relationship.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have in the past.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Only privately, and of the heavily character focused kink variety. Trust and emotional vulnerability through physical intimacy my beloved.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not off the top of my head, no.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware, but I mostly write OCs so probably not lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nopeee

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, it seems difficult?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

... All time? Axel x Saix, probably ahahaha for Dragon Age though I'd say my favorite romance is Iron Bull's.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have yet to finish anything ever soooo

16. What are your writing strengths?

Banter and character voice! The transcript project mostly means I've heard and read so much character dialogue that their voices are ingrained in my skull. I'm also told that I'm pretty good at grounding things in physical sensation.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I've always really struggled with head-hopping and under-explaining, I think.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never needed to, but it depends on the fic/language. If it's something the reader would already be familiar with like or a word or phrase, I'd write it in the language, but for longer lines or a full conversation, I would either summarize for the reader or write the conversation in italicized English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Definitely my long fic, I'm very proud of it, but I love all my writing! I write very specifically to my own tastes ahahah Though my whump fic has been so indulgent it's definitely near the top.

tagging: @rosella-writes, @inquisimer, @dreadfutures, @broodsys, @blarrghe, and anyone else who wants to join! Question template under the cut :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

#tag game #long post #my writing

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 5 months

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lay with wolves (alone it seems)

pairing: solas x nyneve lavellan (levellan oc)

rating: e

status: in progress

warnings: smut, spoilers for inquisition

a/n: apparently i write dragon age inquisition fic now. who would have thought?

“There’s an elf in your room.”

Nyneve shoveled the rest of the sweetbread that she had been eating into her mouth, tearing her gaze from the map before her to look at the dwarf who leaned against the door jamb to the war room.

“There’s always an elf in my room,” she teased, pointing to the curve of her own ears before giving him her brightest smile.

He rolled his eyes, though she did not miss the tug at the corner of his mouth. “You’re worse than Bull.”

“No one is worse than Bull.” In truth, she adored the Qunari, but that wasn’t relevant when the opportunity to poke fun at him arose.

Varric shrugged. “Fair enough,” he agreed. He held out a hand when she made to pass him, though he did not touch her, never touched her; he simply let it hang in the air between them. “Be careful.”

The words were uncharacteristically caring, a side of Varric that rarely came out, and when she looked down at him, she could not say for certain what she saw there. If any had become her closest friend in the time she had been here, both in Haven and Skyhold, it was him. He had had her back since Cassandra loosened her chains, and she had done her best to have his in return.

Her smile faltered. “I’m always careful.”

“Now that’s a laugh.” Time stretched out between them, time and the kernel of care that had grown there, but finally, he stepped out of the door. She sidestepped him and disappeared down the hall, nodding at those who called out greetings of “Your Worship” or “Inquisitor” as she cut through the main hall to head back to her rooms.

Her room, which was empty.

The door to one of the balconies was open, however, so she made her way outside and found that the sun still hovered above the mountain peaks, setting the snowy world below ablaze in shades of red and gold, as if it yearned to chase away the chill that crept through Skyhold.

Nyneve leaned against the bannister, hoping for a few peaceful moments surrounded by such beauty - moments that had become fleetingly rare since the destruction of Haven.

“Why did Keeper Hawen call you Embla?” Solas asked, stepping from where he leaned against the wall beside the door, his eyes hard as they met hers, as if he resented the secret she kept for herself.

read the rest here on ao3

#dragon age inquisition #solas #dragon age fic #solas x female lavellan #solas x oc #dragon age inquisition fic #solasmance

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rosella-writes · 21 days

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Thanks for the tag @plisuu 💚 I’ll go ahead and loop in @sulky-valkyrie @darethshirl @inquisimer @demarogue and @exalted-dawn if they like but no pressure.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 102

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 520k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Most recently Dragon Age, but I’ve written for Fallout, Skyrim, Sherlock, and Twilight in the past.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Needle and the Shield (Alistair/Zevran tattoo smut)

don’t feed me (I will come back) (Male Lavellan/Dorian/Solas threesome smut)

pick a star from the sky (Solas Holds a Baby)

Basvaraad (Solas saves a saarebas)

Demands of the Arishok (Arishok/Female Hawke)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Eventually. I keep them in my inbox for a while and just look at em.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It’s hard to chooooose but I think the gift I wrote for @dreadfutures focusing on two Mahariels and the loss of Tamlen to the Blight is a pretty angsty one.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This Solas x Cassandra piece is the fluffiest and happiest thing I have in my catalogue I think, mainly because I ended it before the breakup lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I used to in older fandoms.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh yes, all kinds. Usually of the poly/kinky/queer variety.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Dragon Age/the Green Knight lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don’t think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? A couple times, mainly with friends just for fun! It’s challenging but worth it if you don’t get hung up on where it’s heading or when you finish.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? I’m such a sucker for solavellan but all time? Nine x Rose

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My old longfic, Eunoia. It’s just very unlike anything I write now or want to pursue plotwise.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and emotions and smut oh my

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Pacing and plot

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to be pretty particular about my Elvhen translations especially, but now I translate it and indicate what language is being spoken.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Sherlock

20. Favorite fic you've written? I’m so proud of this Loghain piece I wrote (and finished!) of his time serving the Inquisition.

Blank form under the cut!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

#my writing #tag game

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lillotte17 · 2 months

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Someday I'm gonna finish this Nivan x Astarion fic, and then you'll all be sorry (8 pages already. Send help)

It might be throwing a rock at a hornet's nest but there is so much reader x character fic for BG3 and it's kinda weird to me. Not only because second person perspective is awkward at the best of times, even with the most skilled of authors, but it is especially weird with smut stuff. And then there's even weirder gatekeeping about who is "allowed" to read this 'self-incert' fic???

But beyond any of that like...it's so much more fun to learn about other people's OCs and their personalities? At least, it is for me. When the Solavellan fandom was really booming around here, it was so fun to see everyone's different Lavellans, and the different ways they fell for Solas. The different ways they loved him. I don't want to be told by some internet stranger how "I" feel about Gale or Astarion or whoever, I want to be told a story about why your character loves them.

I mean, everyone is allowed to have their own kind of fun. You do you and all that. But this feels like such a weird fandom shift. Love your OCs, friends! Brag about them! Show them off! Tell their stories! Other people will show up to talk about them if you yell long enough. And you can make some really awesome friends when they do.

#rambles #bg3 #maybe i'm just a fandom old #i feel like this is somehow tiktoks fault #but who knows #i want to make more stuff for my tavs #but it's slow going #and i don't get a lot of interaction anymore anyway #so i know when i do actually post something it's going to get like 3 notes tops lmao

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emotionally-masochistic · 1 year

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My goal is to make you horny-sad.

Chapter 13 - An Enjoyable Side Benefit

He would never lie with her under false pretenses, but with all the cards on the table…Well, that's another story entirely.

"At last the drought was over, and he drank of her like a man who hadn't seen water in days. The space between their bodies had dwindled to such a minuscule distance, and yet when they finally came together it seemed as though they had bridged hundreds of miles to get there. It was like coming home; they fit together perfectly. Though either of them would have been loathe to admit it; it was the bittersweet and beautiful reunion they'd both been desperately hoping for."

#solas x inquisitor #solas dragon age #solasmance #solas x lavellan #solavellen hell #solavellan #solas #dragon age smut #dai smut #solas smut #dragon age fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic stuff #fan theory

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broodsys · 22 days

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got tagged by @plisuu, thank you again! this'll be fun >)

tagging hmmm lemme see... @jazzmckay | @streganicha | @jellydishes but as ever no pressure uwu also trying to not tag Everyone i know so other ppl can continue to pass it around lmao

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

299,998. okay that's amusing i'm glad i looked. i'm two words away from 300k lmfao

3. What fandoms do you write for?

99% dai, with a tinyyy bit of da2. also one fic (that has totally fucked up my stats page bc it's a much more popular fandom) for pkmn: sun and moon (anime) and one for cagaster of an insect cage (anime). my old deleted ao3 had more fandoms, the other big ones being les mis (movie) and inception

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

we're the last to know (pkmn sumo, little cutesy ash/kiawe thing)

sleep just a little longer (solavellan somno smut lmao)

the hidden mage (fenders during dai timeline)

domitable (solavellan smut with solas domming for once)

a matter of taste (solavellan smut where solas is encouraged to figure out his own interests)

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes! sometimes it takes me a bit but i always reply. if it's a long/thoughtful/specific comment i also try to address a bit of what the commenter brings up :')

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh that's maybe a day to die for sure. wrote that back in my first dai hyperfix period after it had come out, this is a bad end au where they get stuck in the magic future

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

my longing series comes to mind. nessa lavellan/solas. it was also my first venture back into seriously writing fic and my first dai fic ever since i got back into my hyperfix :')

8. Do you get hate on fics?

none yet, luckily

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lmao yes i write so much smut. um... what kind indeed? i'll just say it's very character-driven - not always stuff i'm personally interested in, but hey, if it works for them, good. i shall write the thing. i write a lot of different kinks

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

none i can think of... although i do have an outline for a dragon age characters in the star trek universe fic lmao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge, but i don't go looking, either

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

one, yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no. considered it at times, but it seems kinda awkward

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

all time....? well i'll say that the ship i've sailed the longest has been fenders fr

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the fucking. cagaster of an insect cage one. god. i keep thinking about it and fanfic is nonexistent so i feel extra compelled to finish my fic for them but i just have like 0 interest. da took my entire brain over (again)

16. What are your writing strengths?

hmm... your boy can sure write some character introspection!!! honestly tho, one of the things i'm proudest about in my writing is my ability to match the tone to the fic or character pov

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action scenes, especially fight scenes :x i can do them but they take soooo much longer than anything else and it's an uphill battle (heh) the whole way

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

while i wouldn't write another real language in fic, if it's a fan language (like project elvhen) then i sometimes include short pieces if they're different from what would normally be spoken. so like... arlathan era fic, no, i'm not going to include stuff from project elvhen bc everyone's speaking elvhen all the time. but if it's during dai era or smth and they're speaking common with the occasional elvhen word/phrase thrown in, then i'd add the word/phrase and define it at the bottom

19. First fandom you wrote for?

da2!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

that's gotta be from my bigfic series, antiquation :') specifically i think part 5, paradigm shift, is my favorite of the whole series uwu

template under the cut!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

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