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the system only dreams in total darkness by postboxrose
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
06 Oct 2025
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The events of the Inquisition have passed. Luella Lavellan knows that the Veil must be taken down. Solas refuses her help and leaves anyway.
Some time in the future, a scholar investigates a mysterious affliction, thought to be caused by the former Dread Inquisitor.
(This fic develops non-linearly.)
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XVIII. The Moon by postboxrose
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
14 Jul 2025
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After the Fade kiss, Solas has taken some time to think. Luella tries her best not to push, but he seems hell-bent on pulling her in all the same.
Each stolen peck at him deprived her of a sentence at the end, each brush against his lips or hand against his hips that rendered him quiet with the delicious flush of a ripe peach, stole something of their conversations, moved her to stay up until the small hours of the night, until both of them were too tired to navigate the clumsy ritual of parting for bedtime. She wanted to split him, multiply him, multiply herself—a pair of them could kiss forever, a pair of them could talk forever, a pair of them could finally fall silent and exist.
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XIX. The Sun by postboxrose
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
12 Mar 2025
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Solas and Luella celebrate Midsummer.
“The thing I told you about. It’s a Lavellan tradition, or well–” A stutter, a flush? His ears perked. “A tradition of the Lavellan youths, perhaps. I can’t say Deshanna was the biggest fan of it. At least not for the past twenty years, or so.”
“Promising,” Solas felt ancient as her knee touched his. She was warm with the memory of the sun, and his shirt was sticking to his skin.
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It’s the night before the last fight against Corypheus, and Lavellan is 1) plagued by uncertainty, 2) grim and fatalistic, and 3) a little too good at convincing Solas to put whatever he has going on, on pause. Just in case it really is her last night with him.
She was on her feet again and stood before him, bare hand reaching out to hold his cheek. Luella didn’t push, nor guide; he turned down to face her all on his own. In the darkness they were both monochrome, but she could sense glazes of colour washed over her as she felt his soft gaze, his warm cheek. When he reached up and held her hand there, she realised her fingers had been cold, his skin burning against them.
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XX. Judgement (Reversed) by postboxrose
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition
17 Feb 2025
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Solas lies sleepless and thinks about inevitability. Longs and yearns.
She reminded him of the hopeful bud at the tip of an evergreen branch, bright and frail and full of future. Leave her be and she would wither, water her and she’d grow needles of her own. Slow at first, soft at first, then unstoppable.
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Love line in your hand, cleverly disguised by postboxrose
Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Inquisition
06 Oct 2025
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Love line in your hand, cleverly disguised
A series of fics and one-shots, following the story of Dread Inquisitor Luella Lavellan, Herald of Andraste, and her elvhen serving man. It moves parallel to the canon of Inquisition, takes liberties with Trespasser, and completely departs in plot beyond that. Updated non-chronologically—but all fics are in chronologic order.
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Fellchaser by rosieofcorona
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Trespasser
24 Jul 2024
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“What would you demand?” She says, sweeping the thought from his mind. “If you were a god.”
If, he thinks, that one word louder than all the rest.
“I suppose it would depend what was being asked of me.”
“Your favor,” she tells him. “Your love.”
“Ah.” There’s a twist in his chest, like an arrow wrenched free, pain and relief all at once. “The heart of a god is not easily won. I would require yours in return.”
She laughs a little, as if he’s jesting. “That hardly seems equal. A mortal heart for a god’s?”
“Your heart,” Solas says, in a gentle correction. “For mine.”
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The pain does not serve him, but he must carry it anyway.
The not-pain does not serve him, but at least the pain will not be so lonely.
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Bookmarked by postboxrose
16 Jan 2025
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Some Lies You Print. Some You Bury. by catossa
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
09 Oct 2025
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Ellana Lavellan wrote the novel that shook the world: The Fall of the Evanuris, a haunting work of fiction inspired by the true story of drug lords so deluded, they named themselves after ancient gods.
It became a global phenomenon. A bestseller. A blockbuster. Then, a Nugflix smash hit. Fame, fortune, endless interviews.
She hates all of it.
Seven years later, burned out and creatively empty, Ellana retreats to her hometown in search of something real—maybe even herself.
But fate has a dark sense of humour.
Because tucked away in a quiet bookshop at the edge of the city is Solas—the man whose real-life tragedy she turned into bestselling fiction. The man she portrayed as a tragic antihero. The man who lived the betrayal, the blood, the fall.
And he is not a fan.
(Also, isn’t it a little suspicious that he runs a bookshop by day, and works in a club by night?)
Bookmarked by postboxrose
15 Jul 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
Instant recommend, I take no notes. I'm so fucking excited for this one. Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Don’t Feed the Wolf Kindness by catossa
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
21 May 2025
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After a brutal battle, Solas retreats into the depths of a forest, gravely wounded, resigned to die alone. But it isn't his time yet. An elven widow—mother of three—finds him barely clinging to life. Against all reason, she brings the stranger into her home, and slowly, gently, begins to put him back together. Piece by piece. Day by day. In a cottage tucked away from the world’s dangers, a place of peace, quiet and solace. Until she lets the wolf in.
An Alternate Universe where Lavellan is not the Inquisitor, and Solas is still the same bad liar (only-by-omission!), intent on tearing down the Veil.
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Bookmarked by postboxrose
25 May 2025
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Desperate for more with such intensity i'm developing a fever to rival Solas'. Cat please, I beg, I pray!!!!!!
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slake-hot longing by arrowfortea
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games)
25 Apr 2025
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An adaptation of this comic by westlywheatly. Ancient Elven 'god' falls in love because local woman snores louder than the voices in head telling him not to.
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Even that which he could not help but loathe: her vallaslin... June’s antlers cradled her cheekbones, as they had on thousands of slaves, but.. ink in skin, all told. The woman before him, for the most part, was meaningless. Brimming with irrelevant intentions; whatever had caused her to come, in a pretense of dishabille, all tousled hair and draped cloth, clavicle—
Solas curled the fingers upon his brow bone, and sank his nails in.
Broke through. Found blood. Worsened the situation, for the most part; a raw and wailing something rolled up through his ribs, and hitched his breath—he slipped his hand down his face, made a fist against his quivering mouth, pressed a surging gasp back.
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Bookmarked by postboxrose
13 May 2025
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Brimming with irrelevant intentions; whatever had caused her to come, in a pretense of dishabille, all tousled hair and draped cloth, clavicle—
Holy f u c k