#davrin x rook

[thedissonantverses]

@heroofshield @anderfels hehehe let me self promote actually shamelessly I did write this scene out lmfao

Whenever you feel sad I want you to think about small Assan just figuring out how to fly and his first thought is “aim for Dad” and he just tackles Davrin cause he has no idea how to land yet but he does know Davrin will catch him.

[somewillwin]

Darrin x Rook Kofi requested by @l-llavellans ✌🏼✌🏼

[azvhaalk]

snapshot of the moment Davrin finally realizes Rook is a freak™

[wolfmoonwildflowers]

Bigger Dreams (Davrin x Rook fluff)

Read it on ao3 or keep reading below ✨

Word Count: 940

Rating: T

Rook uses she/her pronouns but is otherwise undescribed.

No CWs, just a couple of smooches and more warm/fuzzy feelings than should be legal.

Summary: Davrin and Rook share a cozy evening by the fire. Absolutely tooth-rotting levels of fluff packed into under 1k words. Not enough fanfic exists of this lovely, precious man (elf) so this is my contribution.

“I could get used to this,” Davrin drawls, dropping his pack to the ground near the entrance to his quarters. 

Rook peers around at him from the nest she’s made in his chair, grinning. “Get used to what? And how did you know I was here?” She resists the urge to reach out and make grabby-hands at him even as her imagination conjures scenes of them curled up here together, in front of the fire.

“Coming home to you sitting in my chair, safe, and warm, and waiting for me.” He leans over the back of said chair and kisses the top of her hair. 

Home. Home. Anywhere with him could be home.

She tips her head back so that she’s looking up at him upside down. Davrin huffs a laugh before dropping delicate kisses onto the tip of her nose and the corners of her mouth. “Let me go wash up. I’ll be back, aewnya.”

Hopefully he would be gone long enough for her to finish the chapter she was reading. Once he returned she knew it would be impossible to focus. These are the problems you want to have, she thinks, watching him pull the door shut on his way out.

—

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, dodging her lips. “None of that until you’ve eaten.” He settles in the chair, pulling Rook comfortably into his lap and handing her a small plate full of fresh fruit and cheese with bread. 

She scowls but there is no weight behind it; Davrin had a sixth sense for knowing when she’s forgotten to eat. Rarely did his senses lead him astray. While she works her way through the meal, he busies himself. There is something so precious about watching him fuss with the thick woven blanket, making sure it covers her feet where they rest on the arm of the chair. This cozy comfort of domestic bliss, no matter how fleeting, is all-consuming. She could happily stay like this, with him, forever. She would never grow tired of it.

“Thank you for bringing me dinner,” she hums, leaning to sit the plate gently on the floor.

Davrin pulls her against his chest, one arm around her slightly-bent knees, the other around her shoulders. She presses her face to his neck and lets out a contented sigh. 

“Anything for you,” he promises.

And she knows he means it. Not in the grand-romantic-gesture way — although he would mean that, too, she knows — but rather in the quiet, mundane way. The way he brings her food when she’s forgotten to eat. The way he makes sure her feet are never cold. The way he wraps his arms around her and keeps her from falling apart. They had found a surprising reverence in caring for one another like this. It was more than she could have ever hoped for. He was more than she could have ever hoped for.

Rook finds exhaustion catching up with her, soothed by the rise and fall of his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Her eyelids are suddenly so very heavy. She almost misses the soft murmur of his voice, stirring when his fingers brush the hair from her face. 

“Hm?”

“Stay here tonight,” he repeats, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She smiles, teasing. “Trying to lure me into your bed, are you? Scandalous.” Her eyes are still closed but she can feel his smile in return, the corners of his mouth pulling up against hers before he kisses her. The press of his lips is so gentle that it makes her chest ache.

“You have no idea just how many scandalous things I plan on doing to you,” he whispers. Rook’s eyes flutter open at that, but Davrin just smirks. “But not tonight. Tonight, I only want one thing — one thing more than anything else in the world — and that is to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

“Has anyone ever told you to try dreaming bigger?” Rook jokes, raising her hand to trace the line of his lips with her fingertip.

“You’re right, as always.” He kisses the pad of her finger, then pretends to consider. “Let me see… a bigger dream, hm… Okay, I’ve got it. The thing I want more than anything else in the world is to kiss you right before you fall asleep so that you will dream of me.”

“Bigger,” she prompts.

Davrin plays along, happy to indulge her. “I want your face to be the first thing I see when I wake up.”

“Bigger.”

“I want those things for more than just one day. I want them every day.”

“Bigger,” she insists, gasping and giggling sleepily when he rises from the chair and makes to carry her to the bed. 

Getting under the covers like this is no easy feat. Neither of them want to let go of the other. Eventually, Davrin shifts, guiding Rook’s legs around his waist. He cradles her close to him, pulling back the blankets and hefting both of them onto the mattress.

“I want you to imagine a future with me,” he whispers, making sure she’s comfortable before reclaiming his place on top of her and leaving featherlight kisses along her jaw. 

The heavy weight of his body is so comforting, so real. Rook scratches gently along his scalp, humming at the way she can feel the tension in him melt. 

“It’s going to go to my head, you know,” she says, finally.

“What is, aewnya?”

With one hand still stroking his hair, she lets the other hand search for his. Their fingers intertwine. “Being able to make all your dreams come true.”

—

Footnotes:

aewnya - my little bird

I haven’t finished the game myself but from what I can find on the internet it doesn’t seem like Davrin has any pet names for Rook SO I bastardized Tolkien’s elven language and made my own. Linguists, avert your eyes; I am so sorry for this sin.

aew Sindarin, noun, meaning (small) bird

-nya Quenya, pronominal suffix, 1st person sg. posessive, “my”

[thatgaymerguyb]

Latest update.

Currently working on part 7!

The inspiration doesn’t stop flowing for this. Part 6 is live.

A Good Day is a sweet interlude after the rough couple of weeks Rook and Davrin have had where they just get to be in a little bit of domestic bliss.

[sisifroggy]

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

[venusmage]

Davrin POV: Your worst coworker just unleashed a double blight

[eidothean]

My Crow Rook headcanon is that sometime during the story Rook goes home for family dinner and is like ‘… so I’m seeing someone … he’s a Dalish grey warden’ and Viago spits out a five hundred euro mouthful of wine (which Rook has poisoned just to see if he notices) and experiences one million catastrophic war flashbacks to the last time an Antivan Crow was ‘seeing’ a Dalish grey warden and gets up to find a quill to put a contract on Davrin’s life and Teia yanks him back by his coat and is like ‘ooh is that the handsome one’ and Rook is nodding enthusiastically while Viago stares into his dinner plate like it’s the abyss

[high-dragon-bait]

Davrin's gingerwort truffle tea date is objectively the most hilarious romance moment in the entirety of Dragon Age. This man sets up a wholeass romantic picnic for his incredibly stressed out partner/boss. He sees they need this, so he handles absolutely everything. In his mind they're going to sit together, eat, drink, and then make sweet love in the beautiful Arlathan forest. He even went to Emmrich for a special tea recipe. It's all going well. And then Rook takes one sip of the tea, stares blankly at Assan (the animal) and then looks back at Davrin and earnestly, says to him

"Assan just talked to me"

And the entire afternoon just disappears

[han-ban-bam]

cutest wake up call in the fade.

[thedissonantverses]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @covertleathers and the much earlier tag @mercars-musings and I am definitely missing someone. No pressure tags for @taashyvashedan @basedonconjecture @grimrevolution @grimwarden @mythals-whore @lgvalenzuela @sandcastlekings @littlemissgeek8 @biowaredisasterbisexual @mageofquandrix Okay this list is ridiculous lmfao I'm tagging all of you and tag me!!! Let me show you off! (And link your fics I stg or I will this is a threat)

This is for my potential Cowboy Davrook AU and I've injured Rook again. Also it's not super fleshed out yet but I have Ideas while I'm working on my other projects. So uh cut!

Of all things, Rook couldn’t hear the rattle in the storm. That’s what did it. Not Solas’ attempt to off her. Not the outlaws and their many bullets. A snake, as scared as she was. It bit her twice before she freed her knife and chopped its head off. Dinner at least. If she lived that long. The venom burned up her leg and she screamed into the face of the storm.  She had to keep moving. Find shelter. The wind cut through her sodden clothes and her teeth were starting to chatter. Her fingers were numb and it was all she could do to keep walking, miserable as she was, the pain excruciating.

The fever took hold. Her leg grew weaker and weaker, and she wretched. Then threw up. She kept going but it happened again. Then again. Finally, her legs gave and she stumbled to her knees, then into the mud. Strangely enough, someone came along. A deep voice that cursed bitterly when he saw the state of her, hand going to her neck to check her pulse. When he rolled her over she got a blurry glimpse of his face before she passed out altogether.

All the stranger still to wake up warm and dry, her leg bandaged and wrapped in a blanket, alone in a cabin. The man that had woken her stomped in, the door slamming shut behind him water ran down his hat in rivulets. He had an arm full of wood as he turned around, eyes widening to see her awake. Hard not to recognize him, even if she hadn’t seen him without his mask.

“Davrin.” Rook’s eyes darted for her knife, perched neatly on the nightstand, and he held his hands up.

“Wait before you-”

She tried to sit up and grabbed and wretched violently. He stayed where he was, waiting for her to cough it out. When she’d finished, glaring at him, he smiled pulling off his hat and hanging it on the hook on the wall. His poncho too. The fever was still gripping her, her skin burned. Davrin seemed to catch it, voice soft like she was a spooked horse. It surprised her.

“I have medicine. Let me give it to you. It’ll help.”

Rook glared at him and for some reason his smile deepened. She was entirely at his mercy and he knew it, but he didn’t move a muscle. She studied his face. That twisted scar over his eye. The slash on his cheek. The firelight softened his eyes. He was undoubtedly handsome, and worse still he knew it, eyebrow arching.

“Like what you see?” She growled at him and he laughed, shaking his head. “I’m trying to help you. I didn’t drag your sorry hide out of the rain to let you die now.”

Rook’s head swam. She sagged and he was there, grabbing a jar from the table and holding it to her lips, propping her up so she could take it. It was bitter and it tasted like…

“Blegh elfroot.”

Davrin snorted. “So you are Dalish. I was wondering.”

“The tattoos give it away?” She snapped as he lay her back down.

“I hate to see how you’d act if I was trying to kill you.”

Rook hissed. “Like you did Varric?”

That seemed to hit him like a blow. Davrin turned his head, jaw working.

“Right. Forgot you believed Solas’ lie.”

She had. Just as bitter as the medicine. Davrin straightened, and any warmth he’d had vanished. Odd. Like she’d hurt him. Like she was capable of hurting him.

“I found your horse. She’s okay. Still skittish. Soon as you’re able you can take her and go.”

Rook lay back on her elbows, frowning. Solas had lied about everything. Including why he was in Lavendel at all. Davrin stoked the fire and started cooking something, not looking back at her. She took the chance to look around the place. He had books and scraps of paper everywhere. Animal bones too, elk and what she thought were moose antlers, snakes, feathers. More interesting still were the wood carvings of those animals, and even people. Of all the things she might have pictured, this wasn’t it.

“Fine, I’ll bite. What did happen to Varric? Did the three of you kill him?”

Davrin growled himself. “Why should I tell you anything Deputy?”

 Rook groaned and lay back down, closing her eyes. “Because I might be able to help?”

He didn’t have an answer for that it seemed. Tension filled the cabin and she shook with it. Her bones started to ache. If he kicked her into the storm she wasn’t sure she could make it back to Lavendel, even with Raven’s help. She might be shot on sight even if she did. Davrin turned to her, frowning.

“Hey you alright?” He knelt by the bed, placing a hand on her forehead. “Shit. You’re burning up.”

Rook just clenched her teeth in response, trying to stop from shaking. Davrin cursed again, moving away, coming back with a damp cloth on her neck that made her shiver even more, good as it felt.

“I need you to stay put. I’ll be back.”

He went to the wall, collecting his sodden belongings. Rook protested. The storm was still raging, worse even than when he’d found her. She didn’t want him going out into it on her account.

“W-w-wait.” Rook tried.

Davrin donned his hat, turning to her with a quirk of his lips. “Just sit tight Deputy. You can arrest me when I get back.”

Then he was gone, leaving her to shudder beneath the blanket, and wonder how everything had changed.

[kiivg]

.hav to kib him 💋.

[frecklef0x]

“But it felt like I was only gone for—”

“For weeks! To the rest of us, to me..…you were gone for weeks.”

[discountscoobyart]

they can cut the firefly romance scene from the game but not from my mind!!!

[housederiva]

I’m very normal right now

[dayntee]

Davrin: *is one of the only companions with a comfortable bed in a private place*

Also Davrin: We are definitely banging on Solas’ couch, because fuck that guy.