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keep my body from the fire by Almalexiasgf
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
30 Nov 2024
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(DATV SPOILERS UP TO THE SOLAS REGRETS)
There was a profound sadness in his words that felt like a blow to the chest.
He stared into the Wolf’s eyes for a few seconds, holding his breath. Then he let it out at once and raised one hand towards his face.
“Will you allow me this?”
Set during the Arlathan Rebellion, a sparring injury prompts Fen'Harel to open up about the pain that comes with having a physical form.
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My Biggest Regret (is one I can not justify) by Sw0rdsandSh1elds
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age - All Media Types
08 Feb 2025
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“Felassan.”
“What?”
“The slow arrow. An arrow the enemy didn’t see coming until it was too late. That is who you are."
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The story of Felassan and Solas in the time of war, rebellion, and risen gods.
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Glass On the Street by Sw0rdsandSh1elds
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
07 Apr 2025
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"We'd rather be six feet under than be lonely
and if you had a problem you should have told me
before you started getting all aggressive and controlling
you only drink the water when you think it's holy
so keep an eye on the road, or we will be here forever."
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Felassan likes his life simple; university classes, shifts at Haven, and college parties on the weekends. He never asked for his growing crush on the mysterious elf that frequents the cafe. Or the growing heat behind their stares.
It is so easy to slip from 'simple' to 'complicated'. Looking back, Felassan isn't sure exactly when he made that leap. It happens in degrees, he decides, or perhaps he has always been the arrow held between the wolf's sharp teeth.
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A coffee shop AU with a married Solas, a tired Felassan, and a messy Kirkwall.
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Well, I was more than just a body in your passenger seat
And you were more than just somebody I was destined to meet
I see you go half-blind when you're looking at me
But I am
--He sighs. He sticks the filter between his teeth. He makes an attempt, again, to see the world around him. It is grey and rainspattered, wreathed in the smoke of scorching habit and sweet offering both. The latter is afixed not betwixt the chords of weight-sure fingers, but trapped instead within the backdoor hinge of the van Felassan hardly recognizes himself sitting within.
It matters not where he is. He is consumed entirely by the predicament of being absolutely, positively fucked.
--"Wait, who shaved Solas' head during the rebellion?"
"Felassan, duh."
"You're telling me Felassan's the midnight barber?"
"Yep, and that's why Solas shaves his whole head now. He can't get the lines quite as crisp." -
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Written a long time ago for me, posted now for Solassan Week.