A/N: Jumping on the bandwagon. I've read quite a few omegaverse stories, and I have to admit I quite like them. *blush* So, I'm giving it a go. We'll see how it goes!

Also, I have a question. I used to write disclaimers on my fics in my younger fanficcing (?) days, but I don't anymore. Out of curiosity, do you guys find them important, or even read them? Just a random thought! :)

Haven

This was never supposed to happen.

Solas had only stayed in an attempt to understand the mark that scarred the prisoner's hand, and, if possible, find a way to get some of that power back. He was only going to find out whether or not he could, and no matter what the answer was, leave immediately afterwards. Go somewhere where he could study the breach while out of immediate danger – not the best plan, but it was something – and find some way to fix this mess he had made. That old saying must be true then; the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.

Because that is not at all what happened.

When Cassandra led him – or more actually prodded and shoved him in that all too alpha way of hers – into the dungeon where the prisoner was being kept, he'd felt the magic of his orb even from the entryway. It buzzed along his senses, like nails being dragged lightly over one's skin. He'd forced himself to stay put instead of rushing forward towards it.

"She is an elf," Cassandra said shortly, taking him further in. That surprised him somewhat. "A Dalish."

Ah. His mood soured. He had no good memories of Dalish elves, and on the off chance the prisoner regained consciousness while he checked her over, she would take one look at his face free of vallaslin and get that superior sneer and –

A scent suddenly caught his nose and he went rigid. The scents of all the others in the dungeon were there, and easily labeled – two betas, an omega, Cassandra's heavy alpha scent – but this one was so much stronger, sweeter, so distinctly omega and…he couldn't describe the scent with words, only knew that the moment he caught a whiff of it, it seemed to sink into his mind and body dig its claws in, burning instantly into his memory. He couldn't describe why but he needed to be closer.

He went deeper into the dungeon without needing to be led by Cassandra, not that she noticed, and he couldn't help but notice that the Seeker's scent was now getting increasingly more agitating to him. When they finally paused in front of the cell holding the prisoner, it suddenly occurred to Solas that she was where the intoxicating scent was coming from.

As she was on her side and turned away from them he could not see her face, and he had to ball his fists and bite his tongue to keep from lunging forward to…do what? He wasn't sure. Part of him just wanted to bury his head in her neck and take in that delicious scent right from the source, but that was ludicrous. At the very least it wouldn't go over well with the alpha at his side.

"Her mark has been spreading," Cassandra said, stepping closer to the prisoner. Solas was startled by the need to growl. Something only boorish adolescent alphas did in their first fights. How very uncouth. "It does so each time the Breach expands. They are connected, clearly, but we do not know how."

Solas did his best to tear his gaze away from the prisoner's prone form and meet Cassandra's eyes. It took longer than he wanted to admit. "…Yes. I will study it and tell you what I find, Seeker."

"Do not disappoint me, Solas," she said, and the threat in her voice was clear. He gave her a curt nod before moving towards the elf, inexplicably relieved to put himself between her and the alpha. Who was clearly not affected by this omega's scent the way he was. The feeling only increased when Cassandra left, making him furrow his brow.

This had never happened to him before. He had been around plenty of omegas in his life, but none of them had smelled this way to him. Even when he was young and hormonal, and been around a couple of omegas in their first heat, lusting and desperate…he had thought nothing could compare to that dizzying scent. This woman wasn't in heat, likely nowhere near her cycle, and her smell easily bested them.

What was she?

He turned her onto her back gently and brushed black locks out of her face. She was…stunningly beautiful, but he wondered if he only saw her that way due to the delicious scent emanating from her, clouding his judgment. She had full cheeks and high cheekbones, and freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks like stars. Lovely full lips were parted for shallow breaths, and he supposed she usually was much less pale. Clearly, the mark was harming her.

Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it of her confusing, enchanting, maddening scent – and failing miserably – he picked up her scarred hand and began his work.

An hour later, her scent had permeated his mind, and he was damn near drunk on the sensation. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to allow his skin to linger on hers, to stroke her arms and bury his nose in her hair, when the door to the dungeon banged open loudly. The harsh scent of alpha cut sharply through the pleasant haze, and he turned towards the entrance with his teeth bared in a snarl, surprising himself. He just managed to rein in his out-of-control alpha instincts when Cassandra stomped her way in.

"Speak," she said without preamble.

Solas gulped to relieve his dry throat and replied. "She may indeed be able to close the rifts with her mark, but until she wakes…"

Cassandra gave a curt nod. "We have no way of knowing. I will inform you when she regains consciousness."

Solas rose to his feet with the help of his staff. "I would like to attempt to close a rift again with my own power, if you would allow me, Seeker. If she does not wake again, we will need another option."

"I agree," the woman said, and turned on her heel to leave the cell, expecting him to follow.

He did manage to take a few steps toward the exit, but hesitated by the door, turning to cast a long look at the elven woman on the ground. The thought of leaving her alone tore at him, but he knew he couldn't stay. There were bigger problems at hand. Perhaps when the situation was more stable he could investigate the mystery that was her, more. If she lived.

"…Solas?"

He turned to see that Cassandra had looked back at him quizzically.

"I…am concerned for her health," he explained. It wasn't completely untrue. "The mark has done damage even in the brief time you were gone."

She nodded. "Our healers have done all they can for her. She is strong to have survived such pain."

"I agree," he replied. The brief conversation gave him the strength to move away from the elf, though with no small amount of discomfort. "She may survive yet."

Walking out into the fresh air had cleared his head somewhat, and he felt a little bit like he had been suddenly doused in cold water. He continually took deep breaths, hoping to erase the omega's scent from his mind. The cold winter air stung in his nose after having the sweet scent swimming in his head for so long.

Not long afterward he was fighting beside Varric as demons poured out of a rift that had opened up. He had not been able to seal it.

He didn't know Varric well, but so far found himself liking the dwarf. He was refreshingly blunt and managed to make jokes even in this dire situation. It was surprisingly fun to be around. The fight however, was not. The demons just kept coming, faster than they could kill them, and it was getting increasingly difficult to hold them off. He knew they would soon be overwhelmed.

Just when it looked like the tide was turning that way, her scent drifted to his nose.

The cold mountain air did nothing to keep it from hitting him like a ton of bricks. He stumbled mid-step and couldn't have stopped himself from turning to chase after the delicious scent if he tried. However, a Terror demon chose that moment to slash at him, reminding him of the imminent danger they were in. He managed to rise above the instant fog her scent had created soon enough to erect a barrier before the demon managed to make contact. Varric shot him a confused look that he ignored.

The demons were still coming at them faster than he could keep track of, and he was growing weaker, when suddenly the very woman who had distracted him so, suddenly appeared.

She flew in like a heroine from some epic tale, her staff whirling so quickly in her hands it was a blur. Lightning arced from it's end and from the fingertips of her free hand, killing off half of the demons and turning the tables in their favor instantly. And for the first time, their eyes met.

He had to admit, he expected her to be submissive and demure, the way most omegas were. They tended to be healers and adopted a gentle, reserved nature.

One look told him she was none of those things.

Her eyes shone with fierce determination, intelligence, and unmovable pride. (The irony of that later made him chuckle.) He could see the strength in her, the stubborn resolve to win, and woe upon anyone who stood in her way.

He had never seen so much of someone in a single look before.

In the next moment, she raised a brow at him, as if to ask "Well? You helping me or not?"

He could not deny her request.

The battle was infinitely easier with Cassandra and the elven girl helping them, and he was surprised at the particular way her scent affected him in the fight. It was as if the knowledge that she was in danger changed everything, and instead of being lost in a haze of lust he found his focus was sharpened. His spells were stronger for it, and the battle was ended within minutes.

The roar of the fade rift still ripping its way into their world kept him moving. He moved to grab the wrist of her scarred hand. "Quickly, before more break through!" He gave her wrist a rough pull, till her arm was outstretched. Magic poured from her mark into the rift, sealing it.

Later, he would lie about that moment. While he had been impressed by her abilities, and thrilled even that his idea had been correct, things did not change for him until afterwards. She glanced down at her marked hand, gently gripping its wrist with her opposite fingers, and then glanced up at him.

Her muddling scent fogging up his mind with a pleasant haze, and her sharp eyes giving him an inquisitive penetrating gaze, he felt the whole world shift around him.

They followed her lead to the valley, and Solas was surprised to notice that Cassandra had yielded so easily. At least, he noticed when his gaze wasn't unwillingly fixated on the elf's hips. He tore his eyes away with an internal snarl when he realized his eyes had drifted there again.

"So, Freckles," Varric piped up from the back, prompting the girl to turn her head slightly, indicating she was listening. "You never told us your name."

She turned her head fully now to look over her shoulder, with a dazzling grin. "It's Ellana." She afforded Solas a brief glance before turning to face ahead once more.

"I prefer Freckles," Varric replied. Ellana shook her head, and Solas thought he heard her chuckle.

There were a few more skirmishes as they neared the breach, and Ellana learned how to use the mark herself quickly.

After they had found the missing soldiers and Cassandra was taking a moment to speak to them, Solas noticed Ellana rubbing the mark on her hand with a pained expression.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he approached her. She glanced up at him.

"Yes, kind of. It hurts more after I seal a rift." Neither exaggerating nor undervaluing the pain. He liked that.

"Here," he reached for her hand, and after a brief hesitation, she allowed him to take it.

Trying not to focus on the feel of her soft skin, he cast a spell that would reduce her pain somewhat, if not entirely. She gave a hum of appreciation and a pleasantly surprised expression crossed her face.

She examined her hand when he had finished. "Thank you, that's much better."

He gave her a brief nod and gestured for her to lead the way as the soldiers had now left.

He wondered if her skin was still tingling as well.

They approached the Breach in silence. While the smaller rifts were accompanied by loud roaring and screeching, the Breach was eerily quiet. It put them all on edge.

While they were all getting into position, Solas couldn't help looking at Ellana again. She idly gave her staff a few slow twirls as everyone readied themselves. Solas discreetly took a deep breath as her scent drifted toward him. He wanted to be able to remember it in case…in case she didn't make it.

You lie to yourself,an inner voice mocked him. Her scent was branded upon his mind. He doubted the memory of it would ever even fade. He only wanted an excuse to inhale it once again.

With a nod from Cassandra, Ellana opened the rift with her mark, and the battle began.

Pride demons were not something to be taken lightly, or with small numbers, and luckily, they were currently surrounded by trained soldiers, all of whom were well aware of the danger. That is not to say however, that the battle was at all easy. Other smaller demons frequently attacked as well, and it was a constant game of switching focus to the more immediately dangerous enemy. It was incredibly difficult to dodge out of the way when demons had a habit of popping out of the ground.

Solas chanced a quick glance at Ellana, who was currently using her mark to disrupt the rift in an effort to weaken the demons. She did not see a rage demon slinking up behind her.

"Ellana!" Solas threw a barrier up behind her, just as she glanced to see what he'd cried out for. With wide eyes, she gave him a nod of thanks, then returned to the fray.

At last, the Pride demon lay dead, and Ellana shot her hand into the air, magic connecting her mark and the Breach instantly. All watched with bated breath as the power built and grew far more than it had with the smaller rifts. Ellana gripped her wrist with her other hand, attempting to force it to stay steady. The magic continued to grow. Ellana fell to a knee.

"Stop her, she's dying!" Solas began to rush forward, but Cassandra snapped an arm out to stay him. He couldn't hold back the snarl this time. The noise from the Breach however, drowned it out.

Ellana's other hand fell to the ground, and Solas saw it claw into the dirt as she cried out in pain. At last though, the power snapped, and in a brilliant burst of light, her mark and the rift disconnected.

Solas paced outside the gates of Haven.

Ellana had been declared well hours ago, only needing rest. While the Breach had been stopped, it also had not gone, and neither had her mark. He had been given a reprieve.

This did nothing to help his mood.

At the moment, he needed to make a choice. With the Breach immobilized, he could do as he had originally planned and retreat somewhere safe to study it. Without the distractions of Ellana's confusing scent. Even now, with her far away tucked safely in a cabin he could recall it acutely, and it gave him the urge to go to her. It was damn near impossible to ignore.

On the other hand, he could stay. Others would surely attempt to understand the Breach as well, and with joint efforts, a way to be rid of completely, without needing Ellana's help, might be found. He might discover a way to regain the powers for his orb, actually find his orb, and fix this mess he'd caused. Along with all that, he could unravel the mystery that was his strange addiction to Ellana's scent, and why no one else seemed affected by it. He may even find a way to stop it, and be sure it never happened again.

However, he wasn't sure he wanted to be consumed with lust for a Dalish girl he knew nothing about for any amount of time, let alone such an extended period. It was maddeningly distracting, not to mention embarrassing. She was just one omega. There was no logical reason that he should be so affected.

Perhaps leaving was the best answer then. He would still be miles ahead of anyone else who studied the breach, due to his prior knowledge, so if there was a way to be rid of it, he would still have a fighting chance of finding it quickly. He certainly wouldn't be missed. Cassandra may decide to send Leliana's spies after him, but he doubted she would think him worth the effort. Even if she did, Solas knew how to stay hidden. He was very good at not being found when he didn't want to be.

All of the sudden, Ellana's scent drifted across the wind. She'd left the cabin then.

The thought of never figuring out that particular mystery troubled him. Why was her smell so different to him? Had this ever happened to another alpha? Another alpha who had smelled her specifically? The thought of another male finding her so tempting had his lip involuntarily lifting in a half-snarl.
He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts. He had a choice. Leave, and study in relative peace, albeit slower, or stay, and have access to more information, while being exposed to a maddening scent that had a very good chance of driving him mad with lust.

His feet were moving towards her before he even registered that he'd made a decision.

A/N: Well, that's it for now. What do you think?

Oh and for those of you who don't know, Solas means pride in Elvish.

Happy reading! :)