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Of Chains and Crows
Chapter 1/?: "Little Crow"
Word Count: ~ 1,800
Minors DNI - 18+
ao3 if you prefer
Female Rook (named) x Lucanis
Summary: After an almost shared kiss, Lucanis loses his self control and indulges in one night of passion.
Notes: This is a bit of a re-imagining for Lucanis' romance - I'm still finding my footing with this pairing and there will be some moments of pining and angst after this chapter coz things with Spite will get complicated in my story :) Also this was written quite fast as I write on my lunch breaks haha so please excuse any errors or if things feel rushed etc
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Lucanis:
Mia de Riva was captivating, and it wasnât just her looks that snatched your attention, no, her effortless form in combat while fighting alongside you had magnificent beauty. Finding someone who complimented your blade craft was hard to come by, yet she fit perfectly. It was as if the gods made her just for you.Â
Since the first moment you saw her when she rescued you from the Ossuary, her presence has nestled comfortably in your mind, much to Spiteâs disgust, and now the yearning has grown stronger each day. How you wish you could weave your fingers through her soft curls while you whisper sweet nothings against her skin; the thought alone sends a blaze of desire coursing through you. âMierda. You need to stop this Lucanis.â You mentally urge yourself to break free from the temptation she brings you because you know that nothing could ever happen. Who would want to be with someone that has a demon attached to them?
âAhhh yes, who would want the baggage you carry, Lucanis?â Spite hisses, enjoying his new weapon of torment to use against you. âAlthough⊠I am sure you must have noticed her interest in you, no?â He continues his mind games as you desperately try to block him out.Â
Admittedly, there have been moments where you have felt her express interest but you are unsure whether that is delusion or real⊠so you play it safe and respond politely. You have been out of the game for quite some time now and you fear you may have lost your touch with women.
As if summoned by your thoughts, a light rap sounds at your door, and it sickens you knowing that you have memorised how her knocks sound. Before you have time to respond, Spite uses your momentary distraction to take over and once again you are a prisoner in your mind.
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Mia:
Maybe you didnât knock hard enough? He usually hears and invites you in so this raises alarm bells instantly. You cautiously push the door open and enter his room.
âLucanis? I hope itâs okay that I let myself in, I wanted to-.â You stop yourself as you examine the sly smile that has spread across his face, his eyes glowing that eery magenta and you know that it is not Lucanis.Â
âNow we get to talk.â Spite hisses in your direction.
âWe have nothing to talk about.â You say through gritted teeth. This has been a regular occurrence lately and itâs growing tiresome seeing someone you care so deeply about lose control of themselves.Â
âLucanis. Made a deal. He has not kept. Break our chains. Kill. Escape Prison. And Live. I want Lucanis to honour the deal! I WANT OUT! TELL HIM! MAKE HIM-.â A frustrated growl pours from his lips as you watch Lucanisâ body double over, he is fighting Spite⊠Lucanis is trying to regain control and to help you softly place your hand on his shoulder, hoping that it can be an actor for him to take hold of.Â
âRook? What happened? Did I- did he hurt you?â Shame fills Lucanisâ face as his gaze examines your body.
âNothing happened, Iâm okay.â You offer him a soft smile and gently squeeze his shoulder.
âHow⊠how do you always do that? Break apart my perfectly gathered clouds of doom? You deserve better than to deal with my messâŠâ His brows furrow in frustration and his voice breaks ever so slightly.Â
âYou are more than what youâre going through⊠and besides, I like messes⊠well⊠I like your mess⊠you wear it well.â Your cheeks flush and you feel like a teenager struggling to form the right words as he approaches you. Lucanis leans his arm over you, gently pressing your body against the wall and a heat pools at your center.Â
âThis is not a good idea⊠you like to walk a little close to the edge.â His pitch lowers as his eyes lock in with yours, he is so close you can smell his scent of cinnamon and coffee beans.
âSo do youâŠâ you breathe out and place your hand delicately on his chest.
âAt least I know Iâm doing it, little Crow.â In a hushed, gravelly voice, he leans in further, and you can feel his breath against your lips. Your eyes close as a feather-light touch cascades across your jawline, and you tilt your head, trying to catch his mouth with yours, only to be met with him suddenly drawing away. Confusion and embarrassment settle in the pit of your stomach as you lock eyes with himÂ
âI⊠need to clear my head. Excuse me.â Luncanis pushes off the wall and offers you an apologetic smile as he exits his quarters, leaving you with confusion and a longing that aches to be held.Â
As you enter your room and lay on your day bed, two little words flit across your mind. âLittle crowâ ⊠a new heat ignites at your center as your hands gently caress their way around your body. You replay those two words over and over again as you fantasise where that moment could have taken you.
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Lucanis:Â
âMierda! What is wrong with me?!â You run your hands through your hair in frustration at your cowardice. She was right there⊠you were so close to tasting her lips, her scent still lingered as if it desperately clung to you, begging you to find her again.Â
âYouâre a coward, Lucanis. Deep down, you always were.â Spiteâs words slither out menacingly and entangle around your thoughts. âYou had her, and you ran. HAHâÂ
âShut up, Spite! SHUT UP!â Rage fills your veins as you listen to his deception. Heâs playing games with you, he always plays games with you, and it seems you always let him win. You did have her⊠maybe you still do. Fuck it. You think to yourself as you hastily make your way to her room, shoving Spite out of your thoughts as he attempts to sabotage your decision. After years in the Ossuary you have learnt how to shut him out when necessary even when you knew how much it angered him⊠but tonight, he was not going to win.Â
As you reach her door, all etiquette fades amid your urgency as you burst through and take in the sight before you. She lays outstretched on her day bed, wearing nothing but her undergarments, which sends a surge straight to your throbbing core. Her cheeks are flushed as she abruptly sits up, staring at you with her mismatched blue and lavender eyes.Â
âRook⊠Iâm sorry-.â
âMia. Call me Mia.â She holds your stare and slowly pads across the concrete floor. Once she reaches you, her fingers lace themselves through your hair, and a shiver runs down your body. âJust tonight⊠then you donât have to touch me ever again if you donât want to.â You feel her warm breath against your ear as she gently pulls your face down towards her.Â
âLittle Crow⊠if I indulge tonight, I fear I may never want to be without you againâŠâ Your right-hand tangles itself in her curls, and they are softer than you imagined. âAre you sure?â You whisper against her lips and as she nods slowly in response a low groan escapes you as you bring your mouths together.Â
Your lips meld together, moving in synchronisation as if they had found their home. She tastes of a sweet hazelnut praline, and you inhale her scent, savouring each moment, searing it into your memories. Your free hand encircles the small of her back as you pull her in tightly against you, earning a small gasp from her as she feels your arousal through your clothing.Â
Momentarily, you break free from her lips and watch her, taking in her beautiful form. She laces her fingers between yours, pulling you to her day bed and slowly lays herself down, never breaking eye contact. You tilt your head ever so slightly in curiosity, and then she seductively spreads her legs. Whatever willpower you had left crumbled at her unspoken invitation, and you found yourself crawling your way over her. Fuck willpower. You think to yourself as you scatter hot, wet kisses down her body and release her underwear with a swift flick of a hidden blade.Â
Before you dive into her depths, you glance up and meet her gaze as she watches you, sending another ache to your throbbing cock. Without breaking eye contact, you take the plunge, gliding your tongue through her dripping wet folds, and you release a deep groan into her sex. She tastes better than any coffee you could ever make, and if you could swap for this to be your chosen beverage, you would do it in a heartbeat. As your pace quickens with urgency, you feel her legs begin to shake and suddenly her back arches as she shatters around your face, gripping your hair tightly as you slowly work through her waves of pleasure.Â
You remove your clothes with haste and hold yourself up over her, taking in the small beads of sweat that have now settled over her brow and across her body. She once again spreads her legs on either side of you and tilts herself up as if she were just as desperate to feel you inside her.Â
âSo eager, my little crow⊠Are you ready? Thereâs no going back after this.â You bring your mouth to her ear as you rake your hardened length teasingly down her slick seam.Â
âYes. Please.â A low groan escapes her lips as she lifts her hips once more.Â
Please⊠the word undoes your self-control, and you push into her immediately. âFuck.â The word slips from your mouth as you begin to pump in and out of her, the feel of her naked body against yours sends electricity through you. Mia pulls your face towards hers and kisses you deeply. Her tongue slips past your lips and entangles itself in a dance with your own and you release a cry of pleasure at the intimate act.Â
Your hand snakes its way down her body and lands on her swollen bud, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body as you tightly circle the sensitive flesh.Â
âLucanis⊠Iâm... going toâŠâ she pants through sharp breaths as you feel her body shaking beneath yours.
âLet go for me. Come for me, little crow; I want to hear my name on your lips.â Your pace quickens as you feel her walls tighten around your cock as she comes undone, sending you over the edge with her.Â
You collapse beside her and pull her close, stroking her hair as she leans her head against your heaving chest. A calm settles in the cool air as you lay there with her, and for the first time in what seems like forever, you feel at peace.Â
âPeace, for now, Lucanis. You cannot shut me out forever. We still have a deal, and if you do not hold your end of the bargain, Rook will be in danger.â Spiteâs voice distantly echoes in the back of your mind, and you pull Mia closer to you, silently vowing to find a way to make this work.Â
#dragon age veilguard#dragon age fics#lucanis x rook#lucanis dellamorte#dragon age lucanis#bg3#lucanis fic#lucanis fiction#lucanis fanfic#dragon age fanfiction#da4 fic#da4 lucanis#ao3 author#ao3fic#ao3feed#ao3#astarion#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic
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RookâŠSlickâŠ.ScruffyâŠ.BanglesâŠHeroâŠSmokeyâŠ.BonesâŠ. and Harding :)
#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age veilguard#da4#datv#veilguard#bless the homie who sent these to me#neve gallus#lucanis dellamorte#bellara lutare#emmrich volkarin#taash#Davrin#lace harding#varric tethras#my good friend Harding :)#fic authors come get yalls juice#veilgaurd spoilers#but not really since this isnât game???#iâm sure if someone else has already posted these but you know what oh well
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Continuation of Rook!Oghren ; I was like "i need to do some solrook toxic enemies to lovers after the trapped-forever-together-with-someone-you-hate bad end. it has to be a dwarf and a grey warden so solas hates him extra... WAIT" anyways soghren otp 5ever
#do you know it has 2 whole fics on ao3#i feel like victor frankenstein looking at the monster i just created like âwhat did i made...â#like i havent been doing it and knowing it the whole time#solrook#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#veilguard spoilers#da4 spoilers#datv spoilers#dav spoilers#solas#solas dragon age#oghren#oghren kondrat
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My brain, choosing violence:
hey, don't think about how Emmrich watched Manfred die the same way his parents did, a large structure falling on them
and for a moment Emmrich regresses to the age he was when it happened, a scared helpless and lost little boy
That, right there, is little Emmrich, being brought right back to the worst moment of his life as a child, just look at that body language the devs chose for him in this moment.
Me, to my brain: hey can you maybe chill, Satan
(I know we don't know for certain if he actually witnessed the building collapse, but wouldn't it be fucked up if he did)
#and yet he still manages to gather himself enough (with Rook's support) to save the day like a boss (and potentially get his son back)#but like... OOF#dragon age spoilers#emmrich volkarin#dragon age#dragon age 4#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#da4#DAtV#veilguard#WHY IS MY BRAIN SO BRUTAL OUT OF NOWHERE WTF GIVE THIS MAN A HUG#if someone wants to write an angst fic about that I'd love to see it ok#dragon age 4 spoilers
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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?
Lucanisâ 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 didnât ever realize when the room had been cleaned up from the bodies and guests started crowding the lower level of the theatre.
âCanât believe. You lost Rookâ 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 didnât 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.
âSmells like bloodâ 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 Spiteâs taunting voice as he sniffed around. âFound Rookâ The demon hummed as he stopped on his tracks and kneeled down. âRook hurtâ 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.
âMierdaâ He swore under his breath as the view solidified in Lucanisâ eyes, the glass he was holding was quickly abandoned, shattered on the floor as he rushed by Rookâs side.
He could feel everyoneâs disapproving gaze falling on him as he kneeled down, his composure down the drain as Caterinaâs eyes burned holes in his back. âHouse Dellamorte never kneelsâ Her voice echoed in his brain, yet for once all he cared was beyond her opinion. All that mattered to him was Rook.
âRook, you alright?â 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.Â
âYeahâ They mumbled under their breath, leaning in the touch carelessly. âFeeling dizzyâ Their beautiful complexion was slowly drained of color, and yet even on the brink of exsanguination they were stunning.Â
âGonna kill Illarioâ Spite hissed; he could feel the demonâs 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.
âLetâs get you out of hereâ He whispered as he sneaked his arms around Rookâs 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 kidâs play, and there he was going to be unbothered, focusing on Rook only.
âYou still with me, Rook?â 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.
âIâm sorryâ Lucanis mumbled to himself as he quickly undid the buttons of Rookâs vest, discarding the ruined clothes to the floor and exposing the wound.
âWhy are you apologizing.â Spite asked, his head tilting to the side as he stared at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.
âI suppose you donât understandâ 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.Â
âExplainâ
âI undressed them, without their knowledge. Thatâs..â He weighted the words on his tongue, hoping theyâd make sense for the demon, âcause of all things, he was not going to sit there and overexplain himself when his.. lover could have been on the brink of death. â...Disrespectfulâ
âDisrespectfulâ Spite repeated, letting the word linger on his tongue as he stared at Lucanis carefully.
âNow if youâll stay silent, Iâll patch them upâ Lucanis turned resolute towards the demon, pointing the sharp needle his way and earning a groan and a nod.
âBe quickâ He sat at the edge of the bed, next to Rookâs feet. âMiss Rook alreadyâ 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.Â
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.
âLucanisâ a sapâ 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 didnât understand humanity, and when Lucanis couldnât properly process his feelings, he was always asking those uncomfortable questions, leaving him questioning.
âI told you to-âÂ
âTell themâ Spite stopped him before he could finish his sentence. âYou want to. I donât understand why you donâtâ
âItâs..â He let out a groan as he looked down again, the wound already covered in blood once more. âLet me do thisâ Lucanis quickly dismissed Spite.
âI donât get youâ Spite shook his head, returning to his own thinking. He ghosted his hand over Rookâs 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.
âDo itâ Spite taunted.
âIâm not listening to youâ 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.Â
Lucanis was near, sitting on a chair right next to the bed, one hand wrapped around Rookâs and the other holding a cup of coffee.
âWhat happened? Where are we?â Rook murmured, their voice still laced with the weight of sleep.
âI had to stitch you upâ He smiled as he rested the cup on the nightstand and leaned forward. His free hand gently reached forward, cupping Rookâs cheek and caressing the soft skin. âI brought you to my roomâÂ
âAhâ
âHow do you feel? Does the wound hurt?â 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.
âIâve seen better daysâ Rook slowly tried sitting up before being hit by a wave of pain, betraying his words right away.Â
Lucanis was quick, his arm was quickly wrapped around their waist. âCareful..â 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.
âBut thank you, if it wasnât for youâŠâ Rook resumed despite the itching pain, a soft smile spreading upon their lips.Â
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.
âYou should have told me Illario wounded you, you know?â 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.
âYou found me, didnât you?â Rook matched his tone, as if they were whispering secrets and the walls of Villa Dellamorte had ears to steal them away.
âYeahâ
Silence filled the room as Rookâs 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.Â
âKiss them. Kiss themâ Spite chanted as they still laid near Rook, propping up only to meet his hostâs 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 couldnât hold himself back. His lips gently crushed with Rookâs, 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.
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A Court of Crows and Rooks
Rook x Lucanis
Requested by @cirillabelle
Summary: What happens when the First Talon of the Crows requests you by name for a job? All eyes are on you and the Demon of Vyrantium as you take to the floor of a Trevisian Masquerade.
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Assassination, creepy man
A/N: This was so fun to write! I hope you enjoy <3
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The note arrived with the scent of lavender and the heavy, unmistakable wax seal of the First Talon. You didnât touch it at first. It sat there on the table, pristine and foreboding, as if opening it might unleash something you canât take back. The address was what unsettled you most. Not âVeilguard Operative.â Not âAgent.â Just your name.
Rook De Riva.
It was signed in the slightly shaky, swooped script that you knew was Caterinaâs handwriting.
You had sent for Teia as soon as it had arrived, needing the moral support before you could even open it.
âCongratulations,â Teia says, leaning over your shoulder with that sharp grin of hers. âThe First Talon doesnât call for just anyone. You got her attention.â
You scoff, pushing the note toward her. âIf itâs so special, you read it. This is clearly a job for a Talon, not⊠me.â
âDonât be a coward,â she teases, snatching it up before you can protest. Her eyes flick across the elegant Antivan script. âWell, well. Looks like youâre going to a masquerade.â
Your stomach twists. âA what?â
âA masquerade. You know, dancing, intrigue, a den of vipers dressed in silk and lace.â Teia folds the letter neatly and presses it back into your hands. âAnd youâll need to dress the part.â
You glance down at your worn leathers, the daggers strapped securely to your thighs. âThis is the part.â
âNot this time,â Teia says, already calling for an attendant. âYouâre going to look stunning. âDeadly, but stunning.â
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The mirror feels like an enemy, but you canât tear your eyes away.
The gown Teia had commissioned fit like a second skin, the dark blue silk pooling around your feet like shadows. When it caught the light, the fabric sparkled like stars at midnight, just enough to look expensive without being gaudy. The dress was skin tight with a deep V cut to accentuate your chest and curves. There was a high slit, nearly up to your hip on one side. The hem was embroidered with silver vines, adding a touch of elegance youâve never thought to claim.
The mask, silver filigree laced with Sapphires, hid enough of your face to make you feel anonymous, though it left plenty of room for scrutiny.
You donât recognize yourself, staring in the mirror. Your lips have been colored with a seductive burgundy, making them look fuller than you thought possible.
âThatâs the point,â Teia says, grinning as she adjusts the mask on your face. âTheyâll never see you coming.â
When you step into the main room where the others wait, silence falls. Teiaâs grin widens as she steps back to admire her work. Viago gives an approving nod, already slipping into his own role for the mission.
Lucanis is the last to react.
He stands near the door, and for a long moment, he just looks at you, his expression unreadable.
âYou are not going alone,â he says finally, breaking the silence.
You blink. âExcuse me?â
âIâm going with you.â His voice is steady, leaving no room for argument. âFor your protection.â
âI donât need--â
âYes. You do.â He steps closer, towering, but not intimidating. Thereâs something resolute in his tone, something that makes you pause. âI wonât let you walk into that room full of snakes alone.â
I wasnât sure what he meant by that.
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The ballroom is overwhelming the moment you step inside.
Golden chandeliers hang high above, casting a warm glow over the sea of silk and satin. The air is thick with perfume and intrigue, every masked figure playing a part in a grand, dangerous game.
You glance up, seeing Lucanis crouched in the rafters in his leathers. He gives you a subtle nod, and you tear your eyes away, trying not to draw attention as you head inside. Head high, donât let them smell your fear.
A dance begins soon after your arrival, the music shifting to a lively rhythm. Teia and Viago have already melted into the crowd, leaving you feeling exposed.
Your eyes scan the room slowly, your hands folded delicately in front of your midsection as you gaze at the onlookers. Many sets of eyes are on you; you can feel the weight of them as you walk. Men and women rake their eyes over your form, some practically drooling.
A heavy-set magister with a leering smile---appears before you. His gaze lingers a little too long on your figure as he extends a hand.
âMy dear, may I have this dance?â
Your stomach twists, but you force a smile, placing your hand in his. âOf course.â
The dance is a careful game. You keep your movements precise, your steps measured, all while his hand slides lower than it should and his grip tightens.
âSo,â he says, his tone dripping with false charm, âyou must be new to this sort of thing.â
âI get by,â you reply coolly, resisting the urge to yank his hand away.
He chuckles, leaning in closer. âPerhaps we could---â
Before he can finish, a shadow looms behind you.
Lucanis, now dressed in formal attire with a sleek black mask, steps in smoothly, his hand covering his heart as he bows slightly. âMy apologies, I couldnât help but notice your beauty among these dogs. May I have this dance, my Lady?â
The magister hesitates, his gaze flicking to Lucanis before he forces a tight smile. âOf course.â
You let out a quiet breath as Lucanis guides you away, his hand steady against your back. âI had it handled,â you mutter, though your heart is still racing.
You take a moment to study the crow---his dark Antivan suit tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders and thin waist. His mask is simpler than yours, a sleek black piece that lets his brown eyes show through. Lucanis glances down at you, his expression unreadable beneath the mask. âYou shouldn't have to.â
The music slows, and the couples around you draw closer together. Lucanis doesnât let go, his hand still firm at your waist. His other hand takes yours, his touch warmer than you expect.
âYouâre blending in better than I thought,â he murmurs, his voice low enough for only you to hear.
You smirk faintly. âPart of the job, right?â Your gaze holds his, but your smirk falters. âLucanis, you lookâŠâ Your voice trails off.
âClean!â Spite hisses through his teeth.
You canât help the slight laugh that bubbles from your chest, tight with anxiousness. âNice,â you say. âHandsome.â
His lips twitch in the ghost of a smile, but his eyes remain sharp, scanning the room even as you move together in time with the music. His focus is unshakable, though his grip on you doesnât waver.
âYouâre staring,â you tease lightly, trying to break the tension.
âIâm watching,â he corrects, his tone steady but quieter now.
You move as one, each step drawing you closer to the center of the room. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you keep your face neutral, aware of the eyes watching you. As the song draws to a close, Lucanis dips you low. The motion is fluid, practiced, but as he holds you there, his grip tightens just slightly.
Youâre close enough to feel his breath against your lips, his chocolate eyes locked on yours. For a moment, the rest of the room falls away.
Then he pulls you upright, the spell broken as quickly as it was cast. âFocus,â he says gruffly, releasing your hand.
You exhale slowly, forcing yourself to steady your breathing. âI am focused.â
Lucanis doesnât reply, but the faintest flicker of a smile crosses his face before he steps back, the mission pulling him away once more.
It isnât over yet, but your breath catches as you watch Lucanis slip into the crowd. For a man so popular, he disappears like smoke, weaving through the throng of silk and secrets with a grace you hadnât quite been able to appreciate until now.
Your heart still pounds, the echo of his lips leaving your skin warm and your mind foggy. Shaking it off, you glance around, searching for Teia or Viago. Theyâre somewhere in this sea of masks, playing their parts as flawlessly as always. You envy their ease.
Lucanisâs words echo in your mind. Focus.
Easier said than done.
By the time the next dance begins, youâve managed to slip into a rhythm. The first few exchanges were tense---too tense---but now you move with calculated grace, careful to keep your face neutral and your voice light. The target is watching you again, his lecherous gaze sweeping over you as you pass by.
You force yourself to smile, to keep your movements slow and deliberate. If he thinks youâre easy prey, all the better. A pretty, oblivious smile and doe eyes was all it took to entrap a man like him.
âCareful,â a familiar voice murmurs in your ear, and you nearly jump.
Lucanis is at your side again, his broad frame cutting an imposing figure even in formal attire. He doesnât look at you, his eyes scanning the crowd, but his presence is a relief you hadnât realized you needed.
âI thought you were blending in,â you say quietly, keeping your voice steady as you turn slightly toward him.
His lips twitch in the barest hint of amusement. âYouâre drawing too much attention.â
You arch a brow. âIsnât that the point?â
His eyes rove over you, following the dips and curves of your skin and exposed flesh. âNot all of it is friendly.â
You glance past him, noticing a pair of masked figures watching you from across the room. Their posture is relaxed, but thereâs something about the way their heads tilt toward each other, their whispers concealed behind their masks, that sets you on edge.
Lucanis follows your gaze, his expression hardening. âStay close.â
He doesnât wait for a reply, his hand brushing yours as he steps closer. The touch is light, barely there, but it sends a shiver down your spine.
When the music shifts again, Lucanis offers his hand. His posture is formal, the gesture deliberate, as if daring you to challenge him.
You hesitate for only a moment before placing your hand in his. His grip is firm but careful, his touch steady as he leads you onto the floor.
The eyes of the room are on you, everyone else dancing branching out to give you space. You can feel it, but Lucanisâs focus never wavers. Heâs calm, confident, and entirely unbothered by the attention.
The music kicks up, and he spins you, pulling your back to his chest, one hand splayed over your stomach, the other guiding you by the hand. The steps are simple at first, the kind youâve practiced a dozen times in training. But Lucanis moves with an elegance that makes it feel effortless, guiding you with a confidence thatâs hard to ignore.
âI didnât know you could dance,â you murmur, your voice just loud enough for him to hear.
âIâm full of surprises,â he replies, his voice smooth and low, his beard tickling your ear as he speaks right into it.
A second later, youâre spinning away from him, his grip on your hand warm and firm as it pulls you back, clutching you close. His touch is like fire, burning through your skin straight to your soul. You let out a breath, trying to keep up with his steps.
âYouâre good at this,â you admit reluctantly, your hand covering his on your stomach.
He doesnât reply right away, but you can feel his eyes studying you intently. âYouâre better than you think.â
The compliment catches you off guard, and for a moment, you falter. His grip tightens, steadying you before you can fumble.
âFocus,â he says softly, the word almost teasing now.
You roll your eyes, but a quiet laugh escapes you. âI am focused.â
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The target watches you from the edge of the room, his expression unreadable behind his mask. Youâre acutely aware of his gaze, of the way he lingers a little too long, as if trying to decide whether to approach again.
Lucanis notices too. His hand shifts slightly, his fingers brushing against the small of your back in a subtle but protective gesture. He leans down to your ear, murmuring so only you can hear. âGet him to the balcony. This ends soon.â
You nodded subtly, and Lucanis disappeared into the crowd again. Immediately, you missed his warmth. The absence of Lucanis felt like stepping into shadow after basking in sunlight. Without him at your side, the weight of the room seemed to press in on you. You let out a steadying breath, forcing yourself to relax into the role you needed to play.
The target was still watching, his gaze lingering on you like a spider waiting for its web to tremble. You met his stare with a coy tilt of your head, your lips curving into a faint, inviting smile. Slowly, you began to weave through the crowd, your steps deliberate, drawing him in like a moth to flame.
He took the bait. His hulking form detached from the edge of the ballroom, his movements smooth but predatory. The mask obscured his features, but his posture screamed arrogance. He thought heâd won already.
You led him toward the open doors leading to the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you stepped outside. The space was quieter, the music and chatter from inside muffled. Stars sparkled overhead, their light glinting off the silver trim of your gown.
âI couldnât help but notice,â he began, his voice thick and dripping with false charm, âyouâve captured the attention of the entire room tonight.â
You turned to face him, the corner of your mouth twitching upward. âAnd yours, it seems.â
âOf course.â He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing the soft glow of the lanterns. âA beauty like you doesnât go unnoticed. Though I must admit, Iâve been curious about who you truly are beneath that mask.â
His hand reached for it, but you stepped back with a playful laugh, keeping the distance just enough to leave him wanting. âNow, where would the fun be if I gave away all my secrets?â
He chuckled, but there was an edge to it, a hunger. âPerhaps I can persuade you.â
The air shifted, the predatory undertone in his voice setting your teeth on edge. You glanced toward the shadows near the balconyâs edge where you knew Lucanis would be watching. The target was close now, too close. His hand grazed your arm, and your pulse quickened---not with fear, but with the need to act.
âYouâre quite bold,â you said, your voice light but firm as you stepped back again, toward the railing. âAnd here I thought Tevinter men were supposed to be more subtle with their charms.â
The target smirked, following you like a hound to prey. âWe are, but Iâve always found boldness more⊠rewarding.â
His hands grabbed your hips, sliding lower as he pulled you into him. You hummed, your hands splaying out over the railing behind you. The cool stone was solid beneath your palm, grounding you.Â
âAnd what is to be your reward tonight?â You asked coyly.Â
He smirked. âOh, my dear. The reward is you.â He leaned in, flashing his teeth in a predatory smile. Your hand slipped to the dagger hidden on your thigh. As he went for your neck with his lips, you went for his with the blade. Your touch was light with your free hand, tilting your head as though to allow him access. Before he could taste your flesh, your dagger sunk into his skin.Â
Blood splattered across your cheeks, matching the darkness of your painted lips. The magister tried to cry out, but gurgled as blood filled his throat. You stepped out from under him, watching his body tumble over the side of the balcony.
âTa ta, darling. So sorry, I mustâve slipped. A shame you couldnât catch me.â You smirked, hearing a dull thud from the ground below.
A hand started to slip around your waist, and you turned, pinning them to the wall with a dagger to their throat. Lucanisâs lips upturned. You pulled the blade away, sheathing it back under your dress.
âThat was exquisite, Rook,â Lucanis said. âFor all of Viagoâs complaining, he was right about one thing.â His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you close to mutter in your ear. âYou make a wonderful Crow.â He pulled back to look at you.
âLucanis, youâre staring again,â you flushed from head to toe under his gaze.
âPerhaps Iâm simply watching. Itâs hard not to with such a beautiful woman before me,â his lips turned up, chocolate eyes appraising you.
âWho knew the Demon of Vyrantium was a flirt,â you teased.
âAh, no, you seem to have mistaken me for Illario.â
âJust shut up and kiss me.â Your hand fists in the collar of his formal sirt, pulling him toward you.
Your lips meet, and Lucanis pulls you close, one hand on the small of your back, the other gripping your hip. You hear the music swell inside, fireworks going up into the air and exploding, bathing the gardens below in warm light. Lucanis leans over you, bending you backward, your hands gripping his shoulders as he holds you up.
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Solavellan fic recs
If you're like me and was disappointed by veilguard, here are some of my favorite post-Inquisition solavellan fics that are *chef's kiss* in my opinion.
Little Arrow by playwithdinos - post trespasser solavellan kid fic that is very angsty with some sweet, sweet papae!solas
Everything Stays by beaubashley - domestic bliss, Solas and Lavellan living in a cottage. They adopt a cat. The coziest damn fic.
Vir'vhen'an by RogueLioness - post trespasser. Well of Sorrows has actual consequences and Solas fucks up big time. Almost like the da4 regret prison but actually good.
Verhas'alhan - To Yearn for Wilderness by RosemaryBagels - Veil came down, Lavellan hides from Solas and makes a life in a little village. Solas is in prime yearning, sad, wet cat mode here.
Memory (series) by MistressDragonFlame - pre trespasser. Pure angst, hurt no comfort. Lavellan forgets all the events of Inquisition and the anchor is killing her. Solas finds out, bad times ensue.
Love Is Not A Victory March by Myrime - post trespasser, Solas and his forces are winning. Solas and Lavellan have a meeting. Angsty. Like something that I had hoped we would've gotten in da4.
Barefaced by playwithdinos - post trespasser but also Arlathan AU. Some time travel stuff involved. Lavellan has amnesia, but Solas remembers everything. Not finished but what is there is worth the read. Lavellan is Ghilan'nain's slave. Andruil is also there.
but never doubt I love by cedarmoons - Jaws of Hakkon angst. Post Inquisition, pre trespasser but with moments during Inquisition as well. Lot of angst, hurt but with comfort this time.
the diver's wife by magesamell - Lavellan makes herself tranquil kind of Seeker-style in order to defeat Solas, then needs him to come back to herself. Angsty solavellan road trip.
Hobo Apostate by broomclosetkink - Lavellan shows up when Solas is about to tear the veil down. Points out the hilarity between hobo apostate Solas and ender-of-worlds dread wolf Solas.
It Is Not Enough by NamelessShe - This is a chonky fic but it is one of my favorite post trespasser ones. Very lore heavy, I recommend this one for anyone who laments the lost lore and story threads in da4.
sleep like this by mortaltemples - The most da4 relevant fic on this list. Lavellan is a ghost, 10/10.
I will make you whole again by amorficzna - Solas tears down the veil, kills everyone, goes back in time to the beginning of Inquisition to be with Lavellan as Solas (...as he wanted).
Between Heartbeats by houndinghell - Ameridian/Telana parallel lovers are eating so fucking good in this fic. Lavellan makes the ultimate sacrifice to stop Solas during his final veil dropping ritual. Hurts so good.
The Healer's Bloodied Hands by geekyjez - post trespasser sick-fic. Classic hurt/comfort.
i'd rather flail like a mortal (than flail like a god) by crossingwinter - post trespasser. Angsty but with a hopeful ending, more hurt/comfort, another instance of Solas coming face to face with his vhenan's mortality.
The One Where Lavellan is a Nug by Feynite - I think this is my favorite solavellan fic of all time. Just please read it if you haven't, and read it again if you have.
#i didn't want to just copy paste the summaries so apologies if my descriptions are ass#ive been revisiting a lot of fics written post trespasser to try and sooth the disappointment and sadness from da4#if you have any other please add them i am always up for more great fics#also i have no idea if any of the authors have tumblrs or what their urls are so if you recognize someone pls tag them đ#dragon age#solas#solavellan#dai#da4#inquisition#lavellan
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Some Random Crow: Donât go picking a fight with me. I could make your life extremely difficult.
Rook, who only fears Viago or Teia : put up or shut up fucking loser
#dragon age veilguard#datv#dragon age#dragon age veilgaurd spoilers#da4#datv spoilers#incorrect quotes#rook#rook de riva#viago de riva#teia cantori#crow rook#this is the attitude that gets this bitch kicked out just so weâre clear#also I use fear lightly#they fear teia for sure#itâs more of the fear of disappointing viago rather than the fear of him#someone tell me to shut up and just write a fic
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so its pretty obvious the antivan crows are based off of mafia families. and how they sometimes work at their âfrontsâ (family restaurants/businesses) to avoid police, like the cantori diamond.
do you think lucanis is able to cook so well because he worked in the casinoâs kitchen?? filling orders and plating dishes, yelling âwhere is the lamb saUCEâ between contracts
in modernity heâd be making the greatest pizza in that shady neighborhood joint run by the dellamortes
#i need a fic#lucanis#lucanis dellamorte#dragon age lucanis#dragon age#da veilguard#lucanis veilguard#datv lucanis#da4 lucanis#veilguard#lucanis romance#lucanis x rook
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The room at the top of the stairs had changed.
Lace didn't notice until one day she went there after Bianca. The Inquisitor wanted to know if she could be repaired. And Bianca was still there, on the stand where she'd put it. Tears streaming down her face here where no one would see her, carefully putting everything as near right as she could remember.
But the room around it was different. The cot on which Varric's coat lay folded was a bed now. A fairly nice one, actually, with the seal of Kirkwall carved at the head. The room has grown a bookshelf and a small writing desk. Several of Varric's works and some of the Randy Dowager's favorites filled a shelf. A chess board was set up, ready to play except for the white rook, set in the middle.
All of the companions' rooms had been changing. The Lighthouse gave a certain amount of stability within the Fade, but whether it was the Caretaker or the place itself, it seemed to respond to the needs and desires of the people in it. Lace had found wildflowers from the Fereldan highlands growing in her room.
But this room was responding as though Varric was there.
She'd seen a lot of loss these last years. Sometimes, grief took strange forms. She wondered who's grief it was creating a shrine to Varric, there at the top of the stairs. Hers? Or Rook's?
#dragon age#varric tethras#Veilguard#veilguard spoilers#da4 spoilers#ah hell what's my fic tag?#red writes
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THEY NAILED IT!!! THAT'S THEM!!!! MY FAVORITES SINCE TEVINTER NIGHTS MY BABIES MY BABIES
#DA4 SPOILERS#DA4 PREVIEW EVENT#SOBBING#EVKA IVO#ANTOINE#EVKA X ANTOINE#MAYBE SOMEDAY SOMEONE WILL WRITE FIC ABOUT THEM
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This Isn't A Good Idea
Lucanis x Rook x Spite || 1.5k words
on ao3 too
summary: just a little scene expansion. couldn't resist thinking about what Lucanis and Spite went to talk about after that almost kiss.
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Lucanis shudders back into his body, standing in his room. He shakes his head to clear the layer of fog over him. Rook is several paces away, watching.Â
âRook?â
âYou were sleepwalking.âÂ
âSpite was sleepwalking.â Insufferable demon.Â
âHe didnât go anywhere. Nothing happened,â Rook offers, as if that makes up for what his negligence has allowed.Â
A frustrated twitch of Lucanisâ head. âI didnât want you to see that. Again.â
âNothing Iâm seeing makes me want to look away,â Rook replies, a soothing balm to his anxiety.Â
âHow do you always do that?â The marvel filters through his words like sunlight. Threatening to illuminate what should remain in the dark.Â
âDo what?â She asks, brows scrunched in confusion.Â
âBreak apart my perfectly gathered clouds of doom.â He gives her the truth, which he so often subterfuges to hold her at arm's length. âYou deserve better than to deal with my mess.â A warning, a plea.Â
A glint sparks in Rookâs eyes. âYouâre more than what youâre going through. And you wear it well.â A heat bubbles beneath her words, warming his blood.
âThis isnât a good idea.â Lucanis steps towards her anyway, a demon pulled in by the thing it craves.Â
âSometimes a bad idea is better.â Her voice crackles over him, smoldering charcoal on the coldest night.
âYou like to walk a little close to the edge.â Lucanisâ voice drops low of its own accord. He leans into her space, places his arm against the wall by her head. A physical barrier to hold his distance from her. He does not feel his usual control over his actions. Itâs the wanting guiding him now. Heâs so tired of fighting it. She makes it so hard to fight it, with those eyes always looking at him as if she sees him, all of him.Â
Rook matches him, leaning in, a seductive smile curling her lips. She taps a finger to his chest. âSo do you.âÂ
âAt least I know Iâm doing it.â Does he, though? Know what heâs doing right now? As his head tilts to meet Rookâs. As he inhales her sweet, earthy scent.Â
MelonâŠand woodsmoke, Spite whispers. A thrum of pleasure radiates off the demon, blending with Lucanisâ own elation in the moment.Â
Lucanis halts, drawing back from Rook. âIâŠneed to clear my head.â He walks backwards away from her, horrified with himself. âExcuse me.âÂ
He exits before she can respond, not looking back. He canât bear to see if there is hurt on her face, anger, or perhaps just a sorrowful resignation. He grows weary of denying himself, but heâs not sure what he would do if she ceased giving him something to deny. Â
Lucanis walks briskly, climbing the stairs to the balcony outside of the dining hall. Air, he needs air. He needs to chase away the smell of Rook lingering on his skin.Â
Spite hisses his frustration against Lucanisâ teeth. Why. Did you leave?Â
Lucanis ignores the demon, hands gripping hard onto the balconyâs railing.
We want Rook! Go back to Rook!Â
âNo! You donât get to want anything. You donât get to have anything!â Lucanisâ jaw hurts from how hard he grits his teeth.Â
Why. Deny us this? Spite asks, genuine curiosity in his question.Â
It is not safe for her. Lucanis canât believe heâs having an argument about a woman with a demon.Â
At first, he had tried not to pay attention to Spiteâs growing obsession with Rook. But whenever he was in the same room as her, Spite was there, banging against his mental cage, demanding to speak to Rook. Bloodying Lucanisâ nose when he refused the demon. Even when Spite was quiet, Lucanis could feel him tracking Rookâs movements. A hunter stalking unsuspecting prey. It chilled Lucanisâ blood. He didnât know what Spiteâs intentions were and he refused to give the demon the chance to act upon them.
This couldnât keep happening. Lucanis could not lose control over Spite. Nightmare visions of surfacing to consciousness, finding himself hovering over her unmoving body haunted his every waking moment. You didnât get to kiss a woman you were secretly terrified of murdering in your sleep, Lucanis reprimands himself.Â
Why notâŠit is whatâŠyou want, Spite coaxes. Smells so goodâŠ
Like melon and woodsmoke, Lucanis registers Spiteâs earlier whisper.Â
âStop smelling her, demon.â Lucanis wants to bash himself against closed fists. Anything to dull the demon's leisurely stroll through his mind and senses.Â
Canât stopâŠyou wonât stopâŠ
Lucanis sighs. Therein lies the crux of his problems. Was it Spite who was obsessed with RookâŠor him? Did Spiteâs eyes follow her in every room, or did Lucanisâ? Itâs not the first time heâs faced this revelation.Â
From the moment Rook broke into his watery prison, he'd been intoxicated by her. A woman so fearless that she dared to stand against gods. Her own gods, even. Dared to believe in others to do the same. She'd come for the Demon of Vyrantium. When she found a literal demon in his place, she did not bat an eye. She has never once looked at him like he is an abomination.Â
Yes⊠Rook understands us, Spite persuades.Â
âThat doesn't mean anything! It's my responsibility to protect her.â As a fellow Crow, of course. Viago would take out his own contract on Lucanis if anything happened to Rook. Then Viago would fulfill it himself, slowly.Â
Protect her? From what? Spite sounds so earnestly surprised by this that it gives Lucanis pause.Â
âFrom your spite.â Lucanis feels mildly absurd, reminding a demon of its nature.Â
Another hiss from Spite. I do not want to hurt Rook!Â
Lucanis wishes he had a mirror so he could stare at the demon behind his eyes. âThen what do you want?â Lucanis asks cautiously. Heâd assumed that, even a demon infatuated, would not diverge from its inherent nature.  Â
Spiteâs contemplative grumble rumbles through his mind. Melon and woodsmoke⊠The demon breathes. Venom and vengeance in her heartâŠ
Lucanis waits but Spite says no more. So you like the way she smellsâŠand her anger?Â
Spite hums his affirmative. We like our bladesâŠstriking with hers. We like our maliceâŠdrawing blood.
This, Lucanis has felt too. How their steps synced in a dance of retribution against the Venatori. Every swing of her blade a wrathful reckoning. Lucanis caught himself daydreaming more than once about what it might be like to take a contract with her after all of this was behind them. What it might be like to take every contract with her.
An unfamiliar and alarming feeling for Lucanis to deal with. He didn't think of people like this, with yearnings for long term plans. By the time he caught himself in daydreams of Rook, it was too late to unravel whether he or Spite had felt it first. It hardly mattered anyway, it didn't change what Lucanis felt and it couldn't change what he must do about it. Which was nothing.
You're scared, Spite observes.Â
âI'd be a fool not to be wary of a demon,â Lucanis snaps back.Â
True, Spite acquiesces. But notâŠwith Rook. I would not hurt her. The demon pauses for a moment. I would not hurt somethingâŠso important to you.Â
Lucanis is baffled. âWhy? You are Spite. It's in your nature to hurt.âÂ
Spite is silent for so long Lucanis thinks he won't answer. Then the demon materializes next to him. A disturbing, shadowy replica of himself.Â
This is why, Spite gestures to himself. We are trapped. Together. Hurting you so deep, Spite growls, tossing his head. Would hurt me.Â
Lucanis watches him thoughtfully. âIt would hurt you, because you care about Rook too.âÂ
Spite bares his teeth but doesn't disagree. Rook knows us. We trust Rook. Rook is ours.Â
Lucanis can feel Spiteâs possessiveness flow through his own veins, twisting around his heart. âShe's a person. You don't own someone.â Lucanis chastises.Â
Then what? Again Spite's curiosity is so solemn that Lucanis can't help but laugh, short and rough.Â
âMierda. I donât know,â he answers honestly. âI've neverââ He swallows hard. âIt's only ever been Rook.â
Only Rook, Spite echos, nodding his head.Â
Lucanis turns, leaning against the wooden railing. âOf all the things to have in common with a demon,â he says, shaking his head.Â
We can go back to Rook now? Spite asks eagerly.Â
âNo,â Lucanis says sharply, earning him a howl of outrage. âLike I said, this isn't a good idea.âÂ
Rook likes bad ideas! Spite yells indignantly.Â
The demon certainly isnât wrong about that. But at least this was one bad idea he could prevent.
Rook. Gets. To choose. Lucanis hates how Spite isnât wrong about this either. It should be Rookâs decision. Itâs not Lucanisâ place to make it for her. But the thought of revealing this strange reality to her petrifies him. Â
He sighs, leaning forward on the railing, the wood edges digging painfully into his elbows. How was he to explain to Rook that not one, but two demons have fallen in love with her?
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Canât believe Lucanis gets his grandmotherâs and motherâs opal engagement ring and thereâs absolutely no talk of it ending up on Rookâs finger
#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#da4#veilguard spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#with the power of fan fic there will be
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Sweet Little Death (Lucanis/Rook; explicit)
by eiluned
Read it on AO3
Info: Explicit, Lucanis/Rook, no Veilguard spoilers, set after the romance soft lock scene. THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED.
Summary: There was only one bed. Clearly Lucanis canât share it with Rook without losing whatâs left of his sanity.
Notes: Thank you to Amanda for coming up with the idea even though she hasnât played Veilguard yet and has just been on the business end of my hyperfixation firehose. And enormous thanks to Amanda and Trina for beta reading!
Please enjoy the fruits of my 1 am writing binge. Feedback makes me happy. <3
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There was only one unused guest room in the House of Valor, at least according to Isabela, but they were welcome to it.
Lucanis made sure his expression was set to stony-faced acceptance and followed Rook as she led him through the warren of hallways. Taash had decided to stay with their mother, and hopefully that wouldnât end in her house going up in a blaze of dragon fire. But sharing a room with Rook was the more pressing concern in his mind.
âHere it is,â she said, unlocking a rather nondescript door and pushing it open.
The only guest room available in the House of Valor had only one bed.
They both stood in the doorway for an awkward moment, Rook blushing slightly and Lucanis trying to tamp down a vague sense of panic at the sleeping arrangements. âWell,â Rook finally said, stepping into the room, âThis is cozy?â
The room was perfectly fine, cozy even, but the fact of the matter was still that it had one bed. Just one. And clearly they couldnât share it without Lucanis losing what was left of his sanity.
âYou take the bed,â he said, closing and bolting the door behind himself. âIâll sleep on theâŠâ
He looked around to see a small table, two very straight-backed wooden chairs and very little else in the way of furniture.
âThe floor?â Rook said skeptically, dropping her pack beside the door. âThe cold stone floor? Lucanis, donât be ridiculous. You look dead on your feet; you need to sleep. We can share the bed.â
His stomach swooped at the thought, and he felt Spiteâs interest stir. âNo, the floor is fine,â he said a little too quickly, and Rook cocked an eyebrow at him, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. âOr the chair,â he added a bit lamely.
Rook looked from the bed to the chair to the floor and then back to him before shaking her head. âSuit yourself,â she said, shrugging and starting to remove her armor.
Someone dropped off food and ale, and they ate in a silence which was only slightly awkward. It was already late, and it had been a long day fighting Antaam on the beaches. Rook stretched, raising her arms and arching her back in a way that made her shirt stretch enticingly over her breasts.
âYES YES,â Spite rasped in the back of his mind, and Lucanis made an effort to stare at the table until her stretch was done.
âFuck, Iâm exhausted,â she said, hauling herself to her feet. âIâm going to turn in. When the chair or the floor or whatever gets too uncomfortable, just nudge me over and take your half of the bed.â
There was absolutely nothing sexual in what Rook had said, but Lucanisâs mind immediately went to skin against skin, his arms around her and her legs around him, the scent of her overwhelming his senses. He stared very hard at the table, gripping his fork so hard he thought he might bend it, as Spite started up a litany of all of the dirty things he wanted to do to Rook.
âYou all right?â
He jumped at her question and found her giving him a look of concern. âIâm fine,â he replied, making an effort to relax his posture. âSpite is acting up.â
Rook gave him a little smile that made his stomach flip. âTell him I said to behave,â she said, climbing into the bed. âWake me if disaster strikes.â
She fell asleep quickly, leaving Lucanis to awkwardly move the chairs around so he could prop up his feet and attempt to sleep. It was a little ridiculous, how awkward he felt around Rook. He was never awkward; he strove to be cool and collected no matter the circumstances, but Rook⊠She was beautiful, yes, but also clever and funny and kind, to everyone but especially to him. He was used to being treated with deference or wariness or fear, but not kindness.Â
And he wasnât entirely sure what to say in response to her flirty little comments. He wanted to kiss her, to be completely honest with himself, but they hadnât discussed their near-kiss in the pantry since it happened. He just assumed he had fucked that up and resolved to pretend it hadnât happened.Â
Of course, pretending didnât keep him from wanting her so badly it made his body ache.Â
Scowling at himself, he crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the chair back digging into his shoulder blades.
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It took two hours of uncomfortable dozing for Lucanis to give up.
Rook was right; he was painfully tired after too many nights of hardly any sleep, and he would be useless in the morning if he didnât get some decent rest. Sighing in frustration, he got to his feet and went to stand beside the bed.
It was wider than his cot in the pantry, but it certainly didnât seem to have been built with two sleepers in mind. Rook was curled up on her side close to the far edge, and there seemed to be enough blanket for the two of them. Lucanis was a compact man, but he still wasnât sure there was enough room in that bed for them to sleep without touching. And touching seemed⊠dangerous.
âTOUCH HER. WANT. TO FEEL,â Spite hissed in his head.
âShut up,â he muttered back, lifting the blanket so he could slide under it.
The bed was made of a net of ropes tied to the frame with a mattress on top, and when he settled his weight in, everything rolled toward the middle. Rook murmured in her sleep as her body shifted, and Lucanis froze for a second, hoping she wouldnât wake. When she didnât, he grabbed the edge of the frame and hauled himself over, making sure no part of his body was touching hers.
âTOUCH HER. COWARD.â
He ignored the demon in his head and closed his eyes, sinking swiftly into sleep.
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It was the best sleep heâd had in as long as he could remember. He was remarkably settled, with no nightmares that lingered.
He slowly came awake, breathing in a sweet scent, warm and comfortable, and he thought for a second about just falling back asleep and staying there as long as he could.
âSMELLS GOOD,âSpite purred in his ear. âSO WARM.â
Awareness shot through Lucanis like a lightning bolt. He and Rook had somehow rolled together during the night, and he was currently spooned up against her back. Her body was tucked against his from head to toe with his arm slung around her waist, and to his utter mortification, his groin was firmly pressed against her ass, his cock hard as a rock.
âSTAY,â Spite hissed, looming over him. âTOUCH HER.â
Lucanis didnât dare answer his demon for fear heâd wake Rook. And he did want to touch her, to keep touching her like this. It was intoxicating, the feel of her in his arms, the scent of her hair in his nose, the heat of their bodies mingling through the layers of their clothing.
But it was definitely not right to be this close to grinding his erection against her, not while she was sleeping, and despite Spiteâs protests, he started to slowly disengage. But Rook sighed and caught his wrist in her hand, pulling his arm more tightly around her. He froze, and she sighed again, wiggling a little as if trying to get closer to him.
âI can tell youâre awake,â she murmured, and he could feel her chuckle when he jumped in surprise. âYou donât have to move. If you donât want to, I mean.â
He sucked in a somewhat shaky breath, which was a mistake as it filled his nose even more fully with her scent. âMierda,â he groaned, pressing his face into her hair. âThis is a bad idea.â
Rookâs hand snaked back to his hip, her fingers digging in as she pushed herself more firmly against his body. âDoesnât feel bad to me,â she said, and he could hear the smirk in her voice.
âYou are going to kill me.â
âMm, but wonât it be a sweet little death?â
Brushing her hair out of the way, he pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, tongue darting out to taste her. It was her turn to gasp, her grip on him tightening as she rolled her hips against his. âTell me to stop,â he whispered, propping himself up on his elbow so he could better pepper kisses across her skin to the tender spot just below her ear.
âNO. DONâT STOP,â Spite growled, but Lucanis pushed him to the back of his mind.
âDonât stop,â Rook moaned, arching in to him, echoing Spite even though she couldnât have heard him.
Lucanis was utterly lost. His objections, no matter how logical they may have been before he was in bed with Rook, vanished into nothingness. He wanted her so desperately, and she wanted him, something that still baffled him. But she was there, in his arms, pressed against him, wanting him, and the why didnât matter anymore.
Twisting in his arms, Rook pressed her lips to his, her hand sinking into his hair, and oh, was he thoroughly lost.
He kissed her hungrily, and she met him with enthusiasm, tilting her head to let him kiss her more deeply, hooking her leg over his hip. She arched against him when he slid his hand under her shirt and over the soft skin of her stomach, up to cup her breast.Â
âYes,â she breathed against his lips, whimpering when he rubbed his thumb across her hard nipple.Â
Her own hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt, and he stopped touching her just long enough to yank it off his arms and toss it to the floor while she whipped hers over her head, leaving her hair wild around her face. The oil lamp heâd forgotten to extinguish gave off enough light for him to see that her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated, and he didnât think he had ever seen anything so beautiful in his life.Â
She pressed herself against him again, kissing him deeply, her hands roaming over his bare chest and down to the waistband of his trousers. Her pants and underwear slipped down over her hips easily, and she kicked them off, somehow managing to unfasten his trousers at the same time.Â
His pants hit the floor, and then they were gloriously naked, skin pressed against hot skin. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, pulling him on top of her, and Maker, she really was going to be the death of him.
Lucanis trailed a series of sucking kisses across her jaw and down her neck, enjoying the way she shivered underneath him when he brushed his beard against her skin. She arched when he licked at one nipple, her legs tightening around his ribs, and oh, that was a nice reaction. Closing his lips around the stiff nub, he suckled at her, and that reaction was even better; she writhed against him, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Switching to the other breast, he gave it the same treatment and groaned as she sank her hands into his hair, her fingernails grazing his scalp deliciously. âL-Lucanis,â she whimpered, shuddering when he tugged at her nipple gently with his teeth. âPleaseâŠâ
âTASTES GOOD,â Spite rasped inside his head. âSO GOOD. WANT TO. FUCK HER.â
The shared thought made his cock throb, but he didnât want to rush into that just yet. âI want to taste you,â he purred, lifting up enough to kiss her mouth deeply again. âCan I taste you?â
âI will murder you if you donât,â Rook replied with a breathless laugh, and he grinned at her as he slid down her body.
There wasnât enough room on the bed, so he slipped off to kneel on the floor and pulled her toward him so that her hips were right at the edge. She opened her legs eagerly for him, and he let his eyes feast on the sight of her spread open for him, her folds glistening with wetness in the lamplight. Propping herself up on her elbows, she met his eyes, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, and holding her gaze, he dipped his head and slowly licked up the line of her cunt.
He was admittedly not experienced with this sort of thing. His only real sexual experience had been a few fumbling attempts years before, and after that he had been just too busy or focused orâŠ
âAFRAID,â Spite added helpfully, and Lucanis swore silently at the demon.
But inexperience be damned, Lucanis was observant, his attention to detail superb, his instincts finely honed. And he had read a ridiculous number of rather explicit romances, so he thought he had a good idea of what he needed to do.
Using his thumbs to gently part her folds, he licked her again, dipping his tongue inside of her, and Rook collapsed onto her back, crying out as he dragged his tongue up to lap at her swollen pearl.
His finely honed instincts told him to keep doing that.
In seconds, her body had tensed like a bowstring, her heels pushing against the bedframe, her hands coming down to fist in his hair in an effort to keep him where she clearly wanted him to be. With a hum of pleasure at the taste of her, he closed his lips around her pearl, sucking gently. She cried out again, her hips coming off of the mattress, and he grabbed her ass with both hands, holding her against his mouth so he could devour her.
âDELICIOUS. TART HONEY,â Spite rumbled, and for once, Lucanis was in complete agreement with his demon; Rook was the best thing he had ever tasted.
âDonât stop, donât stop,â she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair, her body shaking as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub. âPlease donât stop, Lucanis, pleaseâŠâ
Looking up her body, he met her eyes, and wildly, that seemed to be what pushed her over the edge. She shuddered hard, her thighs tightening almost painfully around his head, and he sucked at her as she came against his tongue.
It was so good that he nearly came, even without a touch.
Her thighs eventually slacked and she released his hair, squirming away from his mouth with a breathless laugh. âStop, stop,â she gasped, pushing herself back up onto her elbows. âItâs too much, too good.â
Taking a few deep breaths to get himself under control, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her inner thigh, enjoying the way she sighed, her eyes slipping shut for a second. They opened again when he climbed onto the mattress, catching her under her arms to pull her back up to the head of the bed, and she smiled up at him lazily. She was soft and pliant under his touch, her thighs parting again so he could settle between them, and she pulled him down into a kiss that took his breath away.
His cock strained away from his body, and when she hooked her heels around the backs of his thighs, it pressed against the slick heat of her cunt. Oh, he wasnât going to last long, and he hoped he didnât embarrass himself too badly.
âAre you ready?â he asked breathlessly.
âIf youâre not inside of me in the next five secondsââ she began.
He laughed and pushed steadily into the wet, gripping heat of her.
ââoh fuck,â she finished, the word drawn out on a moan.
When he was buried to the hilt, he had to stay perfectly still for a moment. He had never imagined it would feel so incredible to be inside of her, and he really was going to embarrass himself if he couldnât get himself under control.
âTIGHT AND HOT. AND GOOD. SO GOOD,â Spite rasped, and Lucanis buried his face in Rookâs hair, gasping when she hitched her legs a little higher on his hips.
Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him down onto her fully, and that contact nearly did him in. âBe still, mi tesoro,â he rumbled, his heart pounding in his ears.
Thankfully she mostly obeyed, just tightening her arms around him. Nuzzling his jaw, she pressed her face against the side of his neck, her own breath stuttering into her lungs as they adjusted to the feel of each other.
âMaker, you feel so good,â she whispered, her lips brushing against his earlobe.
It didnât matter if he had himself under control or not; his hips rocked against hers, his cock slipping out and back into her. With a groan, he took her mouth in a kiss again, stroking his tongue against hers, sliding one arm under her shoulders to hold her against his chest. He cupped her cheek with the other hand, pressing his forehead against hers when they broke apart to gasp for breath.
She gazed up at him, right into his eyes, and he was drowning in her. Her hips lifted into his thrusts, her body taking him in so perfectly, and her fingers gripped his back, holding him tightly as he lost himself in her. He held onto his control by his fingernails, wanting this to last longer but hurtling inevitably toward the sweetest oblivion.
âItâs all right,â she murmured, kissing him deeply, holding him even tighter. âYou can let go, Lucanis.â
He hadnât realized heâd needed to hear that until the words fell from her lips. All of the tension in him, all of the anxiety and fear and desperation, suddenly snapped.
Throwing his head back, he shouted out her name. Spasms wracked him, his cock throbbing as he spilled deep inside her welcoming body. She pressed wet kisses against the corded line of his neck, murmuring encouragement and pleasure and sweet nothings, holding him as he slowly came back into himself. It was like dying and being reborn in a burst of fire, and he had never felt anything like it before.
They lay there for a long moment, kissing languidly, her hands caressing him so gently. He hadnât dreamed it could be so good, nor that he needed this so badly. He needed the release of their bodies coming together so intimately. He needed the acceptance of her embrace, her kisses, her soft eyes meeting his, and her smiles and her affection. And he didnât know if he would be able to live without it after this night.
When his softening cock slipped free from her body, Rook nudged him to roll to the side and got up from the bed, padding into the little adjoining privy. Lucanis suddenly felt awkward again; what the hell was he supposed to do? Did she leave because she needed to get away?
âSTOP THINKING,â Spite grumbled. âJUST WAIT.â
A moment later, she came back into the room, still gloriously naked, her hair spilling over her shoulders and her hips swaying with each step. He gasped in shock when a wet cloth smacked into his chest, and she laughed in delight. âSo thatâs how to catch you by surprise,â she teased, climbing back onto the bed. âJust walk around naked, and youâre so distracted that youâd never see it coming.â
âIâd be happy to see you coming,â he teased back, sitting up.
âOh, I see youâve regained your faculties,â she said with a grin, unabashedly watching as he cleaned himself up with the cloth. âShould I be on my guard for more seductive banter?â
The cloth landed on the floor with a splat, and he pressed his lips against hers, loving the way she moaned and melted into his kiss.
Rook curled up against him, pulling the blanket over their entwined bodies, and she quickly fell asleep with her cheek resting on his chest. Her hair smelled so sweet, and her body was warm and soft against his, wrapped around him, relaxed and comfortable like she was at home in his arms. The demon in him purred in contentment, settled like he had never been before.
Lucanis was so lost.
But maybe he needed to be.
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The Soup du Jour is... smut! Plotless, pointless, porntacular, horny Emmrook smut.
We've got praise kinks, we've got flashing, we've got grinding, we've got trying-to-distract-this-poor-man-from-his-work, we've got Rook biting off more than she can chew when Emmrich calls her bluff. It is in this piece that I am (ultimately) going to make good on my threat of Emmrich reciting erotic poetry intimately into Rook's ear while he makes deeply passionate love to her, because that idea has lived rent-free in my head for days now and I need to manifest it. But first I need Rook to be a brat, and for Emmrich to... deal with that.
I was having doubts about this one because I am forever afraid of writing OOC, but honestly I'm just trying to chuck it in the fuck it bucket and have fun.
Tagging: @preciouslittlebhaalbae (you have TIME now MWAHAHAHA), @allofthebarks (don't hold out on me), @emmg (I know you're cooking đ)
Under the cut because it is âšEXPLICITâš
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She knew exactly what she was doing when she pulled on the flimsy little camisole. She had very specific plans in mind when she slipped into the thin leggings that she knew were just a little too tight. There was a distinct reason she had chosen to completely forgo underthings.Â
She tied her thick hair into a low bun at the base of her skull so her neck was clearly visible⊠as was the somewhat faded love bite from their previous encounter - the one that made Lace turn beetroot when she laid eyes on it at breakfast. The one that prompted Taash to reach over the table with a congratulatory high five. Emmrich had coughed awkwardly and subtly adjusted his own collar, clearly hoping the marks Amina had left on his neck in return were concealed.
She padded barefoot down the hallway to the laboratory, stomach fluttering and turning on itself in a not unpleasant way with the sheer anticipation of being in his proximity again. She couldnât help but be drawn to him - his immense gravity could not be ignored; her need to be near him was insistent. She put little stock in the novelty of fate before Emmrich, but there was no doubt in her mind that there must have been some sort of cosmic ruling in which they were unwittingly sentenced by the stars to find one another. Her belly smouldered at the thought of such a thing⊠of such belonging.
She knocked gently on the door. âItâs me - may I come in?âÂ
She didnât have to wait for an answer, nor did she have to turn the knob herself: she heard a chair scuff over the flagstone, the muffled jingle of gold - a sound that set her heart racing more often than not these days - and the door was flung open. Emmrich stood in the threshold, beaming affectionately down at her.Â
âOf course, darling.â He took her hand and pulled her into the room, reaching over her shoulder to shut the door once she was inside. She might have been embarrassed that the sound of the lock clicking behind her made her breath catch solely due to its implication, but she was having a hard time feeling much of anything but barely restrained lust for the man in front of her.Â
He drew her in close with an arm around her waist, still holding her hand between them, massaging her palm with his thumb as he bowed his head to kiss her sweetly. Her knees went weak when his lips met hers and his familiar scent filled her nose, rendering her brain incapable of anything other than inwardly chanting the same base sentiment over and over for as long as the kiss lasted: Home! Home! Home! Home! Youâre home!
He straightened and looked at her, smiling as though he hadnât heard the hungry little moan that had slipped from her, nor perceived the way sheâd pressed as much of her body against him as she could during their embrace. âHow are you today?â He asked, genuinely interested - as always. He knew. Surely he knew that she was positively bursting with need for him.
âFine,â she breathed, returning the smile, watching as he started back towards the desk that was covered with books, inkpots, and parchment. âIâm well, thank you. Just thought Iâd come say hello, see what youâre up to.â Â
He pulled a chair over to the opposite side of the desk for her to sit on. She opted to remain standing instead, her eyes flitted over the pages of drying ink spread over the desk.Â
âMore letters home?â She waited until he was settled in his chair again, the quill back in his hand, and she bent at the waist to take a closer look at a recent anatomical drawing heâd completed. She could feel the cozy heat of the laboratory caress the exposed peaks of her breasts as the insubstantial shirt draped downward, offering a generous eyeful to anyone who might be sitting directly across from her.Â
Her eyes flicked up from the drawing when Emmrich didnât answer right away, a clever smile pulling at the corners of her mouth when she caught him red-handed; his eyes locked on the dainty swell of her breasts.Â
He came to his senses when he felt her eyes on him and he comprehended the coquettish smirk on her face. âYes.â He licked his lips. âYes. Maintaining alliships and channels of communication is vital as we draw closer to our confrontation with the gods.â He swallowed and smiled again as Amina straightened and rounded the desk, settling against the wood on his side now.
âA fine plan,â she concurred, leaning back on her hands, her very visible nipples more or less eye level for the handsome academic to admire. âI hope Iâm not distracting you: itâs so rare that I get a few hours to just relax these days.â She made a bit of a show of tilting her chin up and slowly rolling her head from side to side, stretching out the muscles of her neck and making sure Emmrich could see the soft plum-tinted bloom of colour heâd imparted on her skin as he sent her over the edge with his name on her lips, buried to the hilt between her legs as she clenched hard around him, her fingers curled tightly in his soft, thick hair. âYou are incredible, darling,â he had sighed against her tingling skin afterwards when they were little more than a tangled, panting heap of limbs. It had taken a good hour after that before she could walk againâŠ
Amina squirmed against the desk a little at the thought, aware of the burgeoning wetness that was accumulating at the juncture of her thighs.Â
Somehow Emmrich managed to maintain the discipline required to look back at the letter he was working on, his lips curling quaintly. âNot at all, my dear - quite the contrary in fact: Iâm so glad that youâre finally taking some time to look after yourself.â He dipped the quill, tapped it once, twice, and then brought it to the paper.
She observed him in silence until he seemingly made peace with the fact that she was not going to sit on the chair heâd brought over for her, and instead pushed his own back slightly, pulling her down onto his lap where she perched gleefully, having gotten what she wanted.Â
âI must concede that you are somewhat distracting, so I will need your assistance in proofreading these before theyâre sent out - I do have an academic reputation to maintain, regardless of the beautiful woman on my knee.âÂ
âIs that so?â Amina purred, nuzzling into his neck, her lips barely ghosting over his skin that smelled organic and clean - crisp soap and freshly cut sage⊠a lingering hint of pipe tobacco and expensive brandy.Â
Oh yes, she was going to be one hell of a distractionâŠ
âShe sounds like a real piece of work, this woman. Itâs a marvel that you get anything done at all with her around.â She tilted her hips ever so slightly. Not enough for it to be claimed that she was trying to get a rise out of him, but enough so that the fingernails of his left hand dug into her side a little where he gripped her. A pleased smile took her lips at the feeling of him against her, already half hard: he could pretend to be aloof and composed all he liked, but she knew that there was only one possible outcome for this encounter.Â
âI was just having a similar thought, as it turns out,â he murmured, breath catching slightly when Amina ground against him more deliberately this time. âSheâs cornered me in my laboratory no fewer than three times this week, you see: my productivity has utterly plummeted.â
The way he whispered those words, his voice so sinful and cunningâŠ
âOh dearâŠâ Amina tutted. âWell we canât have that now, can we?â She moved to slide from his lap, fully prepared to at least pretend that she cared a whit about Emmrichâs âproductivityâ of late.Â
He held her fast though, keeping her on his lap with his hands and arms, and the sheer fact of his existence alone. She rewarded him with a satisfied hum and another agonizingly slow roll of her hips, suspecting that she was probably beginning to soak through her thin pants.
His hand dropped from her waist to her thigh and he palmed the expanse of hard muscle there, dragging his fingers towards her hip as he leaned forward and his hot breath washed over the sensitive shell of her ear, driving a small gasp from her as she flinched in his grasp: he had not been idly boasting during that dinner date about his anatomical prowess.
âI fear I wouldnât have it any other wayâŠâ he confided, those artful, nimble fingers of his straying to her waistband and slipping beneath it. He sharply inhaled through his teeth and uttered a soft âohâ when he found her waiting for him, slick and needy. There was a slight tremor in his voice when he said, âShe is intoxicating, you seeâŠâ
She moaned encouragingly as he swirled a finger through her, clearly enjoying the experience of her arousal alone: she could distinctly feel his hardness against her rear now.
Oh how she longed to ravish him - ride him to completion on this very chair, or on the floor perhaps. Maybe against one of the many bookshelves that lined the room - they had dallied against one the week before, her leg hitched up around his thin waist, pulling him deeper as he set a pace that stole her breath from her lungs and hit angles that caused her to see stars.Â
Or she could bend over the railing of the balcony upstairs and feign interest in the curious nature of their environs while he slammed into her over and over again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hipsâŠÂ
Of course there had been the rather awkward instance a few days earlier where Manfred had wandered in on them both in a state of partial undress: Emmrichâs waistcoat hanging open, Amina dragging her hands through his hair, her own shirt piled in a careless heap on the floor nearby and Emmrichâs hand down her pants as she tried to kick off her high-heeled lilac slippers without removing her lips from his skin. Manfred had launched himself between the two of them with a consternated hiss, clearly interpreting their entanglement to mean they were fighting instead of well⊠the other thing. The following day, Emmrich gave his first in a series of many lectures to Manfred about the birds and the bees - and reiterated the invaluable virtue of always knocking before entering a room that might have someone else in it.
She was snapped from her musing at the sublime sensation of Emmrichâs finger dragging along the ridges of her walls as he slid the digit inside of her. She let out a small gasp at the intrusion and reflexively clenched around it, hips rocking against his once more.Â
â... but I really must finish these letters.â There was a playful, coy edge to his voice as he slowly withdrew his finger and slowly pushed it back in. âThis striking woman of mine will need to exercise patience today, it seemsâŠâ
Something about being his striking woman in particular sent a jolt of arousal straight through her very soul. She could feel the cool metal of his rings against her feverish skin as he cupped her sex, his thumb brushing almost tauntingly over her aching clit.Â
âPlease, EmmrichâŠâ she whined, arching up into his touch, making her need plain.Â
The demonstration of manners earned her a second finger, but her lover did not deviate from his task as he leaned forward, dipped the quill, and began to write once more. âIn good time, my precious love,â he soothed. âTry to relax for the time being - I shanât take long.âÂ
âIt feels so good thoughâŠâÂ
âThatâs wonderful, darling - I want you to feel good.âÂ
She fell silent, the wind in the sails of her desire to argue stilling as she let her head fall against the back of the chair and closed her eyes, allowing herself to exist in the moment - holding on tight to every emphatic response of her nervous system as Emmrich touched her with a capable familiarity that suggested heâd touched her a thousand times before; the erotic symphony of the quill scratching over the parchment mingled with the sound of his fingers moving within her⊠her breathy moans⊠his many bangles shifting gently with each purposeful gestureâŠ
âYouâre doing so well,â he murmured eventually - she had lost track of time - kissing her shoulder before returning to the letter. He had to be nearly done, hadnât he? âSo good for me⊠my sweet AminaâŠâ
She whimpered at his words - the reverent praise tolling something deep within her that was starved and lonely. She writhed on his thigh as he placed tender kisses all over her cheek and crooked his fingers, stroking that euphoric place inside of her that made cognizant thought impossible and made her thighs tremble like sheâd been in the training hall all day. He took her apart slowly, casually⊠effortlessly, and before long she was fluttering around him, cheeks and lips flushed a delicate pink, staring down an orgasm that was about to be everyone in the buildingâs business - she could feel it: the deep fire in her belly roiling and twisting on itself, going taut, so tense and eager that one more touch could snap it, yielding the most decadent releaseâŠ
And then he was gone, the absence of his touch keenly felt as her walls flexed and tensed around the sudden nothingness.Â
She glowered at him, though her stomach flip-flopped enthusiastically as she watched him taste her on his slender fingers with a dignified poise she should have expected. âThat was cruel.â
âIs it cruel to strive to linger in a garden of untold majesty forever, even knowing forever is unobtainable?â He stroked those same fingers gently over her lips and she caught the tip of one between her teeth, flicking the very tip of her tongue over the fleshy pad of it. âI want to savour you, my dear.â He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her scent. âLet me take my time.â
#wip whenever#wip#dragon age wip#dragon age#datv#da:tv#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard#veilguard#da4#dragon age fic#emmrich#emmrich volkarin#emmrook#emmrich x rook#rook x emmrich#emmrich romance#emmrich smut#amina ingellvar#this is an emmrich thirst post#v writes#he gives such brat tamer vibes i dunno#and amina isn't as such bratty but she's got such insane border collie energy that she just needs to like... slow down sometimes
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