#Lucanis x Spite X Rook

[lynnlovesthestars]

Failures- Lucanis Dellamorte

“We have to bring Rook back” Spite is screaming as Lucanis leans for support to the nearest object, person, anything.

“Lucanis, stop ignoring me” Spite growled clawing at Lucanis’ brain more and more, trying to push him to do something, to take over, anything but sit idly waiting, Spite couldn’t wait. “Rook. Back. Now” He repeated and repeated as it was all dawning on Lucanis.

Rook was.. gone.

Rook was gone and he had not told them how he felt. Gone.

His chest heaved, nausea growing in his stomach the more the seconds ticked away, and Spite did not help.

“If you won’t do anything I will” Spite yelled louder hoping that that would shake awake Lucanis, cause Rook was gone and even though he hated to admit it, he needed Rook. “I will take over and I will do it” It was like a slap in his face, the tone that Spite used, as if he physically tried to spit at him, different from his usual creepy and whiny voice.

“Stop it” Lucanis’ barely whispered, cracking for the first time in weeks. There was a time where he promised he would never sound so broken again, yet in that moment he couldn’t hold it back.

“No.” Spite insisted. “I will handle this” 

“You won’t handle shit” Lucanis had to keep his control, be smart, he couldn’t allow Spite to take over and fumble the one thing he couldn’t allow to fuck up. “I will find Rook and bring them back” He swore as he held back the lonely tear at the crease of his eye as he promised himself he would not waste any more time.

He cried later that day, when the coffee high started to fade again, and his body felt heavy. How long had it been since he last sobbed so uncontrollably and his chest ached? Since he allowed himself to feel remorse?

He should have told them what he felt, he should have kissed them when he had the chance, he should have held them when they were there.. yet he failed.

[justiceforanders]

All of You

A Lucanis x Rook (x Spite) Story

Pairing: Lucanis x Rook (she/her) (x Spite)

Rating: E 🔞

Words: 3.7k

Available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61190473

Summary: Lucanis is incredibly flustered while he makes love to Rook, as Spite's newly articulate voice taunts him with explicit whispers.

All of You is a story of passion and love, where two (or three?) partners navigate the tangled web of intimacy, trust, and devotion - complicated by demonic possession, of course.

The Dellamorte estate was still at night, the sprawling halls of its opulent interior silenced by the late hour. Moonlight filtered through the windows, tracing the dark wood floors and silken sheets in silver. Shadows danced on the walls, cast by the flickering embers of the fireplace, their light caressing the elegant arches of the bedroom. The world outside was asleep, but Lucanis Dellamorte was anything but. He was awake, utterly and entirely awake, every fiber of his being consumed by the woman beneath him.

Rook lay there, her soft, brown skin glowing like molten bronze in the faint light, her breath warm against his lips as he rutted against her thigh. Every inch of her was breathtaking, from the moles and freckles on her face scattered like constellations that he longed to trace with his lips, to her vallaslin-inspired tattoos that framed her features, a proud reminder of the heritage she carried with grace and defiance. In moments like these, Lucanis felt utterly unworthy of her – though that didn’t stop him from worshipping her with every ounce of his being.

His hands, calloused and scarred, glided down her sides, mapping the curve of her waist, the gentle slope of her hips. She arched into him, her breath catching, and he leaned down to kiss her throat – slowly, purposefully. His lips brushed against the pulse beating there, and for a moment, he lingered, letting its rhythm anchor him.

She was alive. Alive and here, with him.

“Lucanis,” Rook whispered, her voice soft but urgent, her fingers tangling in his hair. He lifted his gaze to hers, caught in the depth of her brown eyes. There was no hesitation there, no fear. Only trust, fierce and unyielding.

“I’m here,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “I’ve got you.”

Grateful, the corners of his lips quirked into a smile as he sank into her slowly, his body aligning perfectly with hers. She gasped, her nails dragging lightly across his scalp, and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he gently rocked into her. Each shift, each press of skin against skin, felt like a vow – one he wasn’t sure he deserved to make but couldn’t stop himself from swearing.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, and he tightened his grip on her hips, holding her steady as he moved. His pace was slow, deliberate, each press of his body against hers a silent declaration of his love and devotion. With every thrust of his hips, he poured himself into her – not just his body but his soul, his heart… Every part of him that he’d kept locked away.

“Rook,” he breathed, her name breaking on his lips like a prayer. His forehead rested against hers, his breath mingling with hers as they moved together. Her hands cupped his face, her thumbs brushing over the faint scars etched into his skin – given to him both by people who loved him and people who hated him – and he felt the ache in his chest swell into something he couldn’t name.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but hurried. It was slow, savouring, as though trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words. The way she made him feel alive, the way she made him feel like he could be more – more than an assassin, more than an abomination. With her, he was never the First Talon. With her, he was just… Lucanis.

A hand roamed lower, sliding against her skin with a deliberate intent to give. She held his hand to her core, legs trembling where they were hooked above his hips. Her breath hitched as his dextrous fingers found their mark, and her dark brown eyes fluttered open for just a moment before closing again, her lips parting in a quiet, gasping moan.

And then he stirred.

You’re so careful with her, so reverent. She deserves that – but oh, imagine how she’d look if you weren’t holding back.

Spite’s voice, low and insidious, slithered through Lucanis’ mind like smoke. A whisper of temptation, of passion, honeyed and sharp. Lucanis clenched his jaw, his grip on Rook’s hip tightening ever so slightly, and she clenched around his length in response.

Por la sangre del Hacedor… Not now, Spite, he thought, his mental voice taut with frustration.

But Spite wasn’t one to be ignored.

Ever since Spite had asked for Rook’s help – and Rook, in her maddening compassion, had actually given it – something between the demon and Lucanis had shifted. In freeing them both from the Ossuary Lucanis had built in his own mind, Rook had forced the two of them into a tenuous understanding. It wasn’t peace, not exactly, but it was a kind of balance.

And with that balance had come a disturbing development; Spite had become fluent.

Where once the demon’s voice had been a chaotic, repetitive, almost juvenile chant of “Rook, Rook, Rook, want Rook, must kiss Rook,” it now carried an unsettling clarity, even finesse. On the one hand, Lucanis supposed he should be grateful that the incessant droning had stopped, if only because he could actually think without wanting to bash his head against a wall. On the other hand, Spite’s newfound fluency came with complications.

At least back then, the demon’s thoughts hadn’t been quite so… Detailed.

Look at her. Look at the way her back arches when we move just like that. She’s exquisite, isn’t she? Soft, wet, warm… Utterly undone beneath us. You’re holding back, but I feel the way you want her, Lucanis.

Imagine her riding us instead, her body undulating, her head thrown back, that sweet, sinful mouth moaning your name… The way her breasts would bounce, the way she’d throw her head back, her hair wild and free. She’d dig her nails into our chest, leave marks for us to carry tomorrow. She’d ride us until we couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t remember anything but her name.

Rook.

Rook.

Rook.

Lucanis faltered, his hips stuttering as heat rushed through him. He buried his face in the crook of Rook’s neck, inhaling her scent – a mix of lavender and sweat and musk.

“Lucanis?” Her voice was soft and breathy, her free hand coming up to cup his face.

He lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting hers. There was a hint of concern there, but also something else: trust, desire, love. It grounded him, even as Spite’s words continued to coil around his thoughts.

She’s perfect, isn’t she? Look at her lips, swollen from our kisses. Look at her body, trembling beneath ours. Imagine the way she’d look if you let her take control, her legs wrapped around us, her nails digging into our skin as she rides us. You wouldn’t last. You’d be lost in her, utterly consumed… Completely at her mercy.

The heat of Spite’s words coursed through him, sharpening every sensation: the softness of Rook’s thighs around his hips, the warmth of her breath against his jaw, the way her body fit against his like she was carved by the Maker just for him. A low growl escaped the Crow, unbidden, and Rook’s eyes widened slightly before softening into something teasing and amused.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, her tone playful despite the flush on her cheeks.

“You,” he replied, his voice hoarse.

Her lips curved into a smile, and before he could brace himself, she moved. With strength and agility surprising for an elf her size, Rook maneuvered them, rolling Lucanis onto his back and straddling him in one fluid motion.

“Rook,” he breathed, his hands instinctively coming to rest on her waist.

She leaned down, her face mere inches from his, her tight curls brushing against his skin. “I want to see you,” she murmured, eyes boring into his soul. “All of you.”

Lucanis swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. She shifted slightly, aligning their bodies, and he had to fight the urge to squeeze his eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation as his length slipped into her warmth again.

This is what I meant, Spite purred, his voice a mix of satisfaction and lust. Look at her. Look at the way she moves, the way her muscles flex, the way her lips part with every breath. She’s stunning, Lucanis. She’s ours. She’s ours.

Rook began to move, slowly at first, her hands splayed against his chest for balance. Her eyes never left his, and he was captivated by the myriad of emotions flickering across her face – pleasure, concentration, bliss. She was his entire world in that moment, and – though he was loathe to admit that Spite was right – he was utterly at her mercy.

She feels incredible, doesn’t she? So warm, so wet. The way she clenches around us – it’s like she was made for this, made for us. Imagine her like this forever, Lucanis. Imagine her gasping your name, her body ours to claim, to adore. Imagine…

Shut. Up. The thought was sharp, but it wasn’t enough to silence the demon completely.

Rook’s pace quickened, her head falling back as she continued to ride him, and Lucanis was struck by the sheer beauty of her. Spite’s whispers faded into the background as he was overwhelmed by the sight of her, the sound of her, the feel of her.

Lucanis sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him. She gasped, her hands moving to grasp his face, her thumb brushing over the scar that cut through his lip, and their foreheads pressed together as they moved in perfect harmony.

“Lucanis…” Rook moaned, lips brushing against his but never quite settling into a kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” he panted into her mouth, his voice rough. The words felt clumsy, inadequate for the reverence that swelled in his chest, but he couldn’t help it. She always left him raw, disarmed in a way that terrified him and made him ache for more.

She is, isn’t she? Spite purred, his voice slithering back into Lucanis’ mind. The way she moans your name, Lucanis… It’s delicious, isn’t it? We’d do anything to hear her say it again. We’d let her ruin us, and we’d thank her for it.

Lucanis clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he tried to push Spite’s voice to the background once more. The demon was always there, always watching, but now, in this moment of closeness, he wanted to focus solely on Rook, on the way her nails raked down his back, on the press of her breasts against his chest, on the little gasps and sighs she was panting against his mouth.

Rook tilted her head, her brow furrowing slightly as she cupped his cheek. “Hey,” she murmured, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lucanis rasped, pressing his forehead against hers. “Just… Give me a second.”

A second? Spite’s laugh was low and wicked, curling around the edges of his mind. You’re not going to last even that long, are you? She has you wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. Look at the way she’s watching you. She loves knowing you’re helpless for her.

The man bit back a groan, once more burying his face in the crook of Rook’s neck. His hands roamed her sides, grounding himself in the reality of her warmth and the soft cadence of her breath. She whispered his name, her lips brushing against his ear, and it made him shiver.

“Lucanis,” she said again, and this time there was a sharper edge of concern. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling gently until he looked up at her. “If something’s wrong, just tell me. You don’t have to…”

He silenced her with a kiss, desperate and messy, pouring everything he couldn’t say into it. She responded instantly, her arms tightening around him as she pulled him closer, their tongues intertwining.

It was enough to momentarily drown out Spite’s voice.

But not for long.

She tastes like sin, Spite hissed. Doesn’t she? Like honey and fire. We could lose ourselves in her and never crawl back out.

Lucanis broke the kiss with a ragged breath, his face flushed. “Mierda, you’re impossible,” he muttered under his breath.

Rook raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across her face. “Me?” she asked, her lips quirking into a playful smile. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been on my best behaviour.”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Not you,” he murmured, starting to move his hips under her again, grinding his length into her. “Never you.”

Rook’s smile softened, and she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp in a way that made his eyes flutter shut. “Look at me, Lucanis.”

He did, his eyes meeting hers, wide and desperate. She smiled, a quiet reassurance that made his heart twist. “You’re okay,” she whispered, her other hand trailing up to tangle in his hair. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

But breathing wasn’t easy when Spite was there, his voice coiling around Lucanis’ resolve like a snake tightening its grip.

She’s trying to soothe you, poor thing, Spite purred. She doesn’t know how close you are to breaking, does she? To giving in and losing yourself in her. Let go, Lucanis. Feel her. Every shiver, every clench… Let her consume us.

Lucanis grunted, a low, guttural sound. Rook’s hands slid down to his back, her fingers tracing the curve of his spine as if she could smooth out the tension knotted there. “It’s okay,” she whispered again, pressing her lips to his temple. “I’m here.”

The Crow’s entire body trembled, his movements slowing as he struggled to hold back. The edge was so close, too close, and the thought of losing himself so quickly made shame curl in his chest.

Rook noticed, of course. She always noticed.

Her hands slid to his face again, pulling him into a slow, tender kiss that made the world tilt.

“You’re doing fine,” she murmured against his lips, her voice grounding him in the way only she could. “We’re not in a rush.”

He nodded, swallowing hard, trying to find his voice. “I…” His words came out broken, barely audible. “I don’t want to… Too soon…”

Her lips curved into the beginning of a small, teasing smile, but her eyes remained soft. “It’s alright even if you do, you know. Just feel.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, her breath warm against his skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He tried to focus on her – the curve of her hips beneath his hands, the gentle hitch in her breath when he rolled his hips – but Spite wasn’t done. His voice was relentless, a low, velvety purr echoing in the back of Lucanis’ mind.

She’s amazing, isn’t she? Her body… Look at how she moves above us, how she fits us perfectly. How she’s flushed, quivering, clinging to us like we’re her whole world. We know what she tastes like when she cries out your name. We know how she shatters beneath us. Imagine it. Let me show you.

Lucanis cursed under his breath and bit down on the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper, but it wasn’t enough to quiet Spite or to stop the slow, insistent heat pooling low in his core. He could feel himself slipping, his control fraying as Spite’s words painted vivid images in his mind, each one making it harder to keep the pace gentle, loving.

He forced himself to slow his movements, pressing his forehead to hers again, his breath hitching as he fought to hold on, but Spite had other plans.

Tell me, Lucanis… What do you think her expression would be like if we let her properly pull our hair?

Lucanis’ pulse quickened, the thought of Rook’s hands tightening their grip and tugging at his hair, her eyes dark with need, her breath hot in his ear, sending a jolt of desire through him. He almost couldn’t control it.

Almost.

You think that would make her look even more beautiful, don’t you? Maybe she’d be a little breathless, her lips parted, eyes wide with that stunning mix of need and gratefulness.

The demon’s tone was maddeningly amused, curling around the edges of Lucanis’ focus like smoke. Imagine if she was holding us down. She could take us apart, you know. We’d let her, wouldn’t we?

Lucanis tensed, his movements faltering for only a moment as he bit back a groan. He clenched his teeth, trying to block Spite out, but the demon persisted, his whispers growing more vivid.

She’d tease us, draw it out, make us beg. She’d watch us come apart under her hands, and she’d enjoy it.

Lucanis’ breath hitched as he imagined it; her eyes bright, her lips swollen and eager as she took what she wanted from him. She’d be so…

His hand moved to the base of his cock, squeezing tightly to keep from spilling into her warmth too soon.

Rook caught the movement. Her hands cupped his face, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as she studied him. “It’s Spite, isn’t it?” she asked gently, her voice tinged with understanding.

Lucanis couldn’t bring himself to speak. He could only nod, his teeth still clenched, his grip tightening on himself as another wicked whisper ghosted through his thoughts.

Rook’s expression softened and she let out a soft laugh, but it wasn’t mocking – it was warm, affectionate, her lips quirking into a small, knowing smile. She pressed a kiss to his nose, then his forehead, her voice low and steady as she addressed the demon she knew could hear her every word.

“Spite,” she said, her voice steady, though tinged with amusement, “be gentle with him. You’re going to make him combust before we’ve even gotten to the good part.”

Lucanis groaned, a mix of frustration and arousal, and Spite’s wings stirred in the air around them, flickering with barely restrained energy.

Gentle? Oh, but where’s the fun in that? Spite replied, his voice a sultry purr in Lucanis’ mind.

Rook tilted her head, as if she could hear Spite’s protests. “If you quiet down now, Lucanis will last longer. And if he lasts longer…” She leaned closer, her lips brushing against Lucanis’ ear and her fingertips brushing against Spite’s wings. “…Then you’ll feel me for longer, too. Isn’t that what you want?”

The Crow shuddered, her words a mix of teasing and earnestness that only made the fire already raging in his veins burn hotter. He wasn’t sure whether the groan that followed was his or Spite’s – perhaps it was both. The wings flared once, a sharp snap of air that rustled the curtains, before folding back. Spite’s presence receded, his voice finally falling silent.

Lucanis exhaled a shaky breath, one he hadn’t realized he had been holding, and pressed his forehead against Rook’s shoulder as relief washed over him. “You,” he rasped, his voice filled with gratitude and an edge of desire that hadn’t yet ebbed, “are going to be the death of me.”

Rook laughed softly, her hands slipping to cradle the back of his neck. “Not if I can help it,” she replied, rolling her hips slightly and drawing a low, broken sound from him.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words tumbling from his lips unbidden, overwhelmed.

Rook’s eyes glistened, and she smiled, her lips brushing against his in the barest of kisses. “I love you, too. All of you.”

For the first time, the demon’s voice came gently and unguarded. …I love her too. There was a pause, almost contemplative. I’m glad I was ripped from the Fade and bound to you, if only for this.

Lucanis blinked owlishly, overwhelmed anew, and laughed softly.

Rook’s laugh, low and sweet, joined his. “What’s so funny?” she asked, tenderly brushing an unruly strand of hair from his damp forehead.

“Spite,” he murmured, shaking his head with a bemused smile. “He just said something I never thought I’d hear.”

Rook stiffened slightly, her expression shifting into something sharp, her posture stiffening. “Oh, really? Spite, if you’re…”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, catching both of her hands in his before she could say more. He kissed her knuckles, one by one, with deliberate care, the gesture so tender it made her breath catch. When he looked back up at her, his eyes shone with nothing but love.

“Don’t tell him off for this. It was sweet, what he said. He’s a part of me, Rook. And in his own way... He loves you too.”

Rook blinked, her fierce expression melting away as his words sank in. “…He said that?” she asked, her voice quieter now, the edge replaced by something tender.

Lucanis nodded, his thumb brushing along her knuckles. “He said he’s glad he was pulled from the Fade. If only to find us… To have this.” He smiled. “And for once, I think I might agree with him.”

Rook’s lips trembled, her expression morphing into something that left him breathless. She leaned forward and kissed him, slow and deliberate, as though sealing a promise between them. When she pulled back, her smile was warm. “I meant it, you know. I love all of you.”

He kissed her again, slow and reverent, as though it was the first kiss he’d ever given and the last one he’d ever need. They fell back into each other, their breaths mingling as the world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth they shared.

Beyond the walls of the estate, the gardens rested under the silver glow of moonlight. The fountains murmured softly, their waters catching the light as they spilled into one another. Somewhere in the distance, the faint rustle of leaves carried on the wind, a gentle serenade for the quiet sanctuary they’d built together.

And though the world beyond still waited with its dangers, within the Dellamorte estate, there was peace. For now, there was only love.

[mel-0n-earth]

**SPOILERS FOR END OF ACT ONE**

Lucanis has been distracted since missing his shot at Ghilhan'nain, and for other reasons as well. Rook believes they might have a solution. As it turns out, they're more open to bringing Spite into the equation than Lucanis would have predicted, and his attraction isn't as one-sided as he let himself believe.

Shameless smut, in which Lucanis pines horrendously for Rook, Spite plays devil's advocate, and both take turns showing Rook what it means to make love with a demon.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite Additional Tags: nonbinary rook, Can also be read as a gender neutral Rook, Smut, Romance, Desperation, Pining, graphic depictions of yearning, Inappropriate use of Spite, Concerns about dubious con followed by enthusiastic consent, Spite has never had a physical body before so he kind of goes to town, lucanis is down bad, Blowjobs, Marathon Sex, Overstimulation, porn with traces of plot, Plot spoiler for end of act one Summary:

[fangbangerghoul]

The way they look at Rook

[itsrainingpandas]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Original Female Character(s), Lucanis Dellamorte & Rook, Rook/Spite (Dragon Age) Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Rook (Dragon Age), Spite (Dragon Age), Taash (Dragon Age)

Summary:

After another visit from Spite, Rook has some feelings to make clear to one Lucanis Dellamorte.

A rewrite of the "almost kiss" romance scene.

[silurisanguine]

Crows Bond for Life Playlist

My playlist as it currently is

For my Lucanis Dellamorte/Spite/ Teleri De Riva fic (but works for Rookanis in general)

Full playlist link above or individual links to tracks below with excerpt lyrics that give the vibe i need.

Letdown - Empty

You don't know the hell I've been through/ You don't know the price I've paid / You can't see the walls I'm bracing time I'm facing / All my days

Shrouded King - what i've become Looking in the mirror now/ Don't recognize me somehow/ Wish I could turn back the clock /Sorry for what I've become

Sam Tinnez - Man or Monster

When you close your eyes, what do you see? /Do you hold the light or is darkness underneath? / In your hands, there's a touch that can heal /But in those same hands, is the power to kill

Breaking Benjamin - Feed the Wolf

I can feel the animal within /I chain the beast and crawl inside myself /I hear the call of violence /I sleep no more and die again /I lost it all

Pvris - What's wrong This skin don’t feel like home / It’s all overgrown / but you’ll never know /Take the mirror from the wall so I can’t see myself at all / Don’t wanna see another damn inch of my skull / Forget the poems of saints and ghosts / I’m the one I fear the most

Sophie Lloyd Featuring Lzzy Hale - Imposter Syndrome

I smile for a million faces /And wait for the mask to fall /I hide from my darkest demons / That don't exist after all /And my monsters are just shadows on the wall

Stone Sour - Through Glass

I'm looking at you through the glass /Don't know how much time has passed /Oh, god it feels like forever /But no one ever tells you / That forever feels like home /Sitting all alone inside your head

Asking Alexandria - Holding onto something more

I don't wanna look down, I can't get up /I'm sick of trying / All these haunted dreams have fucked me up / But I gotta learn to help myself

Tremonti - Just too much

To love, to pain, to thrive again / I always will, I'll feel it's right again / Take control and find that space between / Something to hold, it all begins with me

Hybrid - Every Word

Sometimes I run away / But sometimes I just want to stay / Sometimes I just want days / Where I'm watching every word you say

Sevendust - Everything

So, what do you wanna see? / I'm gonna make you believe / That I can be everything, yeah / I can be anything / I won’t change a fucking thing / Don’t walk away from me /No, you're my everything

Korn - Come Undone

Keep holding on when my brain's ticking like a bomb /Guess the black thoughts have come again to get me / Sweet bitter words unlike nothing I have heard

Tommee Profitt - Here I am

Get in my way / Lethal assassin / I bring the pain / You can't imagine Nothing but flames / This is what happens

Raign - Kiss Me a Thousand Times

Oh, you look at me like I'm trouble.../ I can't tear my eyes away. / If we take this breath with each other, / Will we share / Something we can't explain?

Teddy Swims - Lose Control

Out of my mind, how many times did I tell you / I'm no good at bein' alone? /Yeah, it's taken a toll on me, tryin' my best to keep / From tearin' the skin off my bones, don't you know

Hybrid - Blind Side

Running away running away /You know you've got to find yourself somebody someday /Take it away you take it away /There's nothing that I can do /You're always drifting /Turning away, turning away

Depeche Mode - Insight

This is the first chance /To put things right /Moving on Guided by the light /And the spirit of love /Is rising within me /Talking to you now /Telling you clearly /The fire still burns

Diamante - Sleepwalking

I feel you in my dreams /You're everywhere, you won't go easily I see you in my sleep /So I'm wide awake to keep you far from me / I keep sleepwalking just to breathe

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love

I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map / And knew that, somehow, I could find my way back / Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too /So I stayed in the darkness with you

In This Moment - I would die for You

I can feel you under my skin / I feel hopeless, I'm addicted / I've never felt anything like this / I inhale you, I am weightless

Halestorm & I Prevail - Can U See Me in the Dark

Are you watching it all fall apart? /I needed your kiss of light (Light) To bring me to life (Life) / My eyes open wide for the first time / So I blackout the sun / The only way I know how to trust someone You sharpen your knife (Knife) /And enter the night / Your eyes open wide for the first time

In This Moment - All began with you

No life, no death / No force can separate us / No time, no space / No road I wouldn't walk for you / No place, no storms / No oceans in between us /Could take me away from you

Lady Gaga - Disease

Lay you down like one, two, three / Eyes roll back in ecstasy / I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya /Cure your disease

You're so tortured when you sleep / Plagued with all your memories / You reach out, and no one's there / Like a God without a prayer

Starset - Symbiotic

Torn into pieces/ i was seeking what could bring me back to life/ and i swore there were voices saying stop pretending / you will never feel alive / and then you came / it was like some synergy had fallen in place / of everything missing in me

Depeche Mode - Home

Here is a page from the emptiest stage / A cage or the heaviest cross ever made /A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid / And I thank you for bringing me here /For showing me home, for singing these tears / Finally, I've found that I belong here

The Cure - Burn "Don't look, don't look," the shadows breathe / Whispering me away from you / "Don't wake at night to watch her sleep / You know that you will always lose / This trembling, adored / Tousled, birdmad girl"

YMIR - Rise

And if some of us start to fall /Just remember we fought for all Sacrifices were made / Pay respect in their name

Hybrid - Come back to me

All the burdens that I wear echo despair / Every waning heart is torn apart because of my fear / Water pulls me down I hold my breath as I go under / One last breath to turn me around, and yes it's you, my lover Raign - Dont let go

Don't let me go / Hold me in your beating heart / I won't let go /Forever is not enough / Let me lay my head down on the shadow by your side

The Score - Fighting For

We are the same underneath our skin / We all got demons that we hide within /Some nights, we all feel broken / Some nights, it all feels hopeless, yeah /Just know you're not alone

Depeche Mode - I Feel Loved

From the depths of my emptiness /Comes a feeling of inner bliss / I feel wanted, I feel desired /I can feel my soul on fire

Raign - Empire of Our Own

Lay, hours under love/ Bathing in the rush I need/ You blow my endorphins/ Fade, always on the run / But you would slip back in with ease / The place where life begins

[sisifroggy]

I love how if you flirt with Davrin, Assan cock blocks you and when you flirt with Emmrich, Manfred cock blocks you but when you flirt with Lucanis, Spite is all for it so Lucanis has to cock block himself. What a man

[psin314]

i was thinking about this again yeah…😔its a shame there wasn't a scene right after the fade prison. because damn that could've hurt. so i did it myself. sorry i made it a bit different.

so, for murat it really was a couple of hours. and when he finally left the fade prison, he knew that his friends are scared af right now. so he tried to cheer them up by fooling around a bit. little did he know that it wasn't hours at all.

[houndvoice]

Treviso Date Night dance anyone???

Bonus:

[mooreaux]

I like to think Sibi and Spite have long, very funny conversations when Lucanis finally falls asleep

[lynnlovesthestars]

Mending.

Pairing: Lucanis Dellamorte x Rook x Spite (gender-neutral) Genre: hurt/ comfort, protective Lucanis, protective Spite, Smitten Lucanis, Lucanis personal quest spoilers, Bisexual disaster Lucanis, first kisses, spite being spite, wingman spite, angst with a dash of fluff. Synopsis: in the aftermath of the fight with Illario, something doesn't go as expected. WC: 2k~ Ao3 link AN: is this me finally getting out of my writer's block again?

Lucanis’ eyes darted around the opera house, something was missing. So much had happened so quickly: the fight, deciding what to do with Illario, being announced as the new First Talon, that once he was handed the glass of celebratory wine and had a moment to think, he realized that he had lost sight of Rook.

He was so absorbed by this family drama that he didn’t ever realize when the room had been cleaned up from the bodies and guests started crowding the lower level of the theatre.

“Can’t believe. You lost Rook” Spite shook his head as he glanced around the room, pacing between the Crows and the guests, looking for the missing one.

He wanted to follow Spite so bad, abandon the glass of champagne and focus on Rook.

He was not quick enough though. One at a time the guests started approaching him. Some with compliments, and some already trying to get in his graces.

He hated every second of it. He wished Caterina had not pushed all this on him, had not forced him to take the mantle of First Talon, had not shoved on him all these expectations. He didn’t want to play the part.

He just wanted to look for Rook and leave.

Yet he had little choice, he just hoped Rook would find him, that the feeling that was harbored in his guts was just a fiction of his mind, one of the many attempts of his brain to let him cave in.

Minutes passed quickly, and of Rook there was no trace. He had prayed Rook would show up between the guests stopping him over and over again, looking for them in every interaction, in every greeting, in every congratulations. Of all the people crowding the room, the only one he wanted to see, it was Rook,

There was nothing to worry about, right? He thought as he followed the demon around the opera house with his eyes.

“Smells like blood” Spite walked past another small gathering of people, approaching one of the corners of the room and disappearing behind the throng.

Rationally he knew that it was normal for the opera theater to smell like blood. At the end of the day there had just been a bloody fight right there where a small horde of Venatori was taken down, but nothing stopped Lucanis from overthinking and wondering if the smell of blood belonged to Rook.

Dread filled his lungs as he excused himself, leaving one person after the other behind himself, following Spite’s taunting voice as he sniffed around. “Found Rook” The demon hummed as he stopped on his tracks and kneeled down. “Rook hurt” He hissed as he leaned forward, inching closer to their face.

They were sitting on the floor, their head lolling to the side as one arm was holding their abdomen tightly.

“Mierda” He swore under his breath as the view solidified in Lucanis’ eyes, the glass he was holding was quickly abandoned, shattered on the floor as he rushed by Rook’s side.

He could feel everyone’s disapproving gaze falling on him as he kneeled down, his composure down the drain as Caterina’s eyes burned holes in his back. “House Dellamorte never kneels” Her voice echoed in his brain, yet for once all he cared was beyond her opinion. All that mattered to him was Rook.

“Rook, you alright?” He murmured the futile question as he cupped their cheek, his palm gently turning their head towards them to take a better look. Blood was dripping down their nose, their eyes were half closed while their mouth hung slack, trying to catch their breath. 

“Yeah” They mumbled under their breath, leaning in the touch carelessly. “Feeling dizzy” Their beautiful complexion was slowly drained of color, and yet even on the brink of exsanguination they were stunning. 

“Gonna kill Illario” Spite hissed; he could feel the demon’s anger rising in his stomach and mixing with his own worry, a deadly concoction that was not going to bring anything good if Spite was not kept in check.

“Let’s get you out of here” He whispered as he sneaked his arms around Rook’s waist and brought them to his chest. He had to be quick, looking for a safe spot to mend whatever nasty wound Rook had and make sure they were okay.

The halls of Villa Dellamorte were home to him, so much that sneaking past the hidden corridors to his room was kid’s play, and there he was going to be unbothered, focusing on Rook only.

“You still with me, Rook?” He asked as he gently laid them on the softness of his bed, their head falling back against the pillows as he realized no answer was going to come from them any time soon. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I’m sorry” Lucanis mumbled to himself as he quickly undid the buttons of Rook’s vest, discarding the ruined clothes to the floor and exposing the wound.

“Why are you apologizing.” Spite asked, his head tilting to the side as he stared at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

“I suppose you don’t understand” He held his breath as he carefully threaded the needle, battling with himself to keep his hands steady, something that should have been normal to him. 

“Explain”

“I undressed them, without their knowledge. That’s..” He weighted the words on his tongue, hoping they’d make sense for the demon, ‘cause of all things, he was not going to sit there and overexplain himself when his.. lover could have been on the brink of death. “...Disrespectful”

“Disrespectful” Spite repeated, letting the word linger on his tongue as he stared at Lucanis carefully.

“Now if you’ll stay silent, I’ll patch them up” Lucanis turned resolute towards the demon, pointing the sharp needle his way and earning a groan and a nod.

“Be quick” He sat at the edge of the bed, next to Rook’s feet. “Miss Rook already” Spite mumbled as he crossed his arms, and for once, they were on the same page.

Lucanis was quick to focus again on Rook, his eyes tracing the countless scars on their exposed chest; he wanted to know their story, how Rook got them, how many they had to patch alone at the edge of consciousness, how many carried regret. He wanted to trace them with his lips as they got to learn about each other. He would have torn down walls for them, even if just for a moment.

Lucanis reached over for the folded towel, the gushing wound oozed so heavily that he wondered for a moment if Illario had pierced something vital.

He tried his best to steady his hands, pressing the cloth against the open skin to take away as much blood as possible before starting to stitch it up.

How long had Rook sat there bleeding out before being found? He wondered. 

Why had they not asked for help? Question over question flooded his mind as he stopped just a moment to take a better look at Rook.

He expected to see some sort of reaction, to see their face contorted in a painful scowl, anything to remind himself that he was not going to lose them anytime soon, yet even while they were unconscious they tried their best to look calm.

It was something he admired about Rook. They always seemed in control even when things were slipping between their fingers. Even when the worst outcome was at their door, they always knew what to say. And yet, when they needed help, no one was there to see them, to notice the bloodstain growing on the fabric of their shirt.

What a fool Lucanis Dellamorte was for such oversight. Especially when he wanted to be around Rook all the time, when he wanted to pluck the stars from the sky for them, and  when he wanted to protect them with every fiber of his being, despite the fear of uncovering the monsters hidden in his closet.

“Lucanis’ a sap” Spite rolled his eyes as he climbed completely on the bed, laying next to Rook. Lucanis hated sometimes how loudly Spite could read him. Even when he didn’t understand humanity, and when Lucanis couldn’t properly process his feelings, he was always asking those uncomfortable questions, leaving him questioning.

“I told you to-” 

“Tell them” Spite stopped him before he could finish his sentence. “You want to. I don’t understand why you don’t”

“It’s..” He let out a groan as he looked down again, the wound already covered in blood once more. “Let me do this” Lucanis quickly dismissed Spite.

“I don’t get you” Spite shook his head, returning to his own thinking. He ghosted his hand over Rook’s itching to feel what Lucanis felt whenever his hand met with theirs, wondering if it would feel the same way. It was all futile wondering in the end.

The downsides of having a personal demon included hearing all their thoughts all the time, and he hated that his demon was just a mirror of his own feelings, so loud in his head it was impossible to drown him out.

The moon was shining high in the sky when Lucanis finally dropped the needle, a sigh of relief followed the clunk of hitting wood as he closed the little box and pushed it back under his nightstand and looked up at Rook.

He itched to touch them, to glide their fingers through their hair, to caress their cheek, to lean in and steal a kiss.

“Do it” Spite taunted.

“I’m not listening to you” Lucanis rebutted without a second thought.

Rook was still dazed, the sunlight shining through the blinds waking every nerve in their body as they adjusted to the unfamiliar environment.

The coffee aroma lingered in the air as they slowly opened their eyes. The last they remembered was gripping Lucanis' shirt and rushing through corridors. 

Lucanis was near, sitting on a chair right next to the bed, one hand wrapped around Rook’s and the other holding a cup of coffee.

“What happened? Where are we?” Rook murmured, their voice still laced with the weight of sleep.

“I had to stitch you up” He smiled as he rested the cup on the nightstand and leaned forward. His free hand gently reached forward, cupping Rook’s cheek and caressing the soft skin. “I brought you to my room” 

“Ah”

“How do you feel? Does the wound hurt?” He asked, leaving no time for Rook to think, his voice barely a whisper. He itched to lift the blanket, to ghost his fingers over their chest- and check the wound himself, obviously.

“I’ve seen better days” Rook slowly tried sitting up before being hit by a wave of pain, betraying his words right away. 

Lucanis was quick, his arm was quickly wrapped around their waist. “Careful..” He cooed as he guided the other to sit up, trying his best to ease the pain of movement. He couldn't miss how Rook's cheeks ignited, their beautiful complexion shining with warmth at the small care.

“But thank you, if it wasn’t for you…” Rook resumed despite the itching pain, a soft smile spreading upon their lips. 

They were so close as Lucanis still held his arm around their waist. Their warm breath mixing in the middle, as if to torture him, reminding him that they were just inches away from each other, so close yet so far.

“You should have told me Illario wounded you, you know?” His voice lowered as he sat at the edge of the bed, his arm not yielding from the new spot it occupied. He liked the way they felt in his arms.

“You found me, didn’t you?” Rook matched his tone, as if they were whispering secrets and the walls of Villa Dellamorte had ears to steal them away.

“Yeah”

Silence filled the room as Rook’s eyes fell on their intertwined fingers. Their heart leaping in their chest as they committed to memory the way his hand felt in theirs, the way his arm held them up protectively.

They felt safe, right there. Despite the wound on their abdomen, despite the world as they knew it about to fall apart. 

“Kiss them. Kiss them” Spite chanted as they still laid near Rook, propping up only to meet his host’s eyes with a smirk plastered on his lips. Lucanis wanted to kiss them, to steal just one moment, but was it fair? Was it fair to selfishly graze their skin one more time and press their lips together just like that? Many times he had thought of it, daydreaming of the moment before his eyes, yet he had wanted their first kiss to be different.

He savored the idea on his lips, wondering if they'd taste as sweet as the words that came from their mouth. He wondered if they'd feel the same way he did.

One moment he was deep in his thoughts, and the following he couldn’t hold himself back. His lips gently crushed with Rook’s, and the stars he wanted to give them were around him; the universe he wanted to fight was in his palm.

He swore everything around him disappeared. Worries, thoughts, responsibilities. Vanquished.

There was just Lucanis and Rook and nothing else mattered.

[pimsri]

how dare, Lucanis!!

[monderette]

I think Spite is jealous? Demons need attention, too (U\ \-\ \U\)\

[rinriya]

ROBBED We could have it all

[itsrainingpandas]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite, Lucanis Dellamorte & Rook, Rook/Spite (Dragon Age), Illario Dellamorte/Rook Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Spite (Dragon Age), Rook (Dragon Age), Caterina Dellamorte, Illario Dellamorte, Andarateia Cantori, Viago de Riva, Zara Renata Summary:

In a quest to rescue Lucanis from the mire of his non-literal demons, Rook discovers a few of her own.

A rewrite of the Inner Demons companion quest

[thismission]

two of the sexiest lines in this game fr