#dellamortecest

[whispersleo]

Illario x Lucanis / Neve swap screenshots

LISTEN I'M NOT COMPLETELY HAPPY WITH MY ROOK ILLARIO BUT IT'S THE BEST I GOT OKAY? okay

Lucanis kneeling just gets me going i'm so sorry

[viagostalons]

In honor of my latest ask:

Lucanis & Illario FUCK

There, I can't be more blatant than that :)

[onfigure8s]

please, be rude: chapter 2

Title: please, be rude Author: figure8s (me!) Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Illario Dellamorte/Lucanis Dellamorte, background Illario Dellamorte/Zara Renata Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Rating: Explicit Summary: 

“So, the target. Have you written a dossier on him?”

“I gave it to you yesterday.”

Feigning shock, Illario grimaces and hits his palm with a fist, “Oh! So that’s what the thick manila envelope was.”

Illario then grins, “Lost it!”

“I remember now why I don’t like bringing you with me.”

A seemingly straightforward contract in Orlais unravels Illario and Lucanis’ still-budding fidelity to each other.

Or

Illario: on the growing pains of being unhealthily devoted to his cousin.

Warnings: A LOT! Post-Canon, Incest, Cousin Incest, Established Relationship, as established as two cousins fucking could be, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dubious Morality, Abuse, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unsafe Sex, Tones of Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con, Mind Rape, Torture, Mild Gore, Self-Harm Behavior, Abuse, Captivity, Blood Magic, Dom/sub Undertones, Rape Recovery, Top Illario Dellamorte, Bottom Lucanis Dellamorte, Miscommunication, does not capture how bad they are at talking, This is the Dellamorte Boys' First Serious Relationship OK, This is messy I'm sorry Word Count: 19,158/? Chapters: 2/?

Read it here! Entries in the series:

(1) we can be pirates ----

Before anything, please see updated tags. There's a specific scene in a future chapter that I had alternatives of. After consulting my beta-readers, I finally finalized it, that's why there's updates in the tags.

Please heed them! This fic is going to get dark. :< Anyway, I enjoyed writing this chapter thoroughly. 🤪

[whispersleo]

Thursday (Friday) Bangers

I just got some time (it's 1 am considered free time even?) to do this because UUUGGGH is one of my favorite songs and I've been listening to it non-stop all week, I just had to!

Thanks for making this @woundedsoul12 💜

A blurb based on a song lyric (doesn't have to include it, just be inspired by it), this time is a lyric of The Last of the Real Ones from FOB, I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me.

Take some Lucanis/Illario/Spite 💜!

Lucanis deftly spun the blade in his hand, twisting it effortlessly as his mind wandered elsewhere—specifically, to a few hours earlier, when he’d accompanied his cousin to inspect an order from a tailor.

He had sat in the armchair beside the makeshift fitting area, separated only by a curtain, and tried not to let his irritation show when Illario stepped out and presented himself.

"It's for a contract," his cousin had said, turning in a slow circle. "What do you think? Does it look alright?"

For a moment, Lucanis felt as if he’d forgotten every word he knew. The fabric clung to Illario’s waist and chest, leaving his arms bare and plunging into a deep V at the collarbone before tapering sharply at the hips, exposing the sharp lines of his pelvis. It was utterly indecent—at least, to Lucanis’ eyes. He wondered what damn job the De Riva had assigned his cousin this time. No doubt Viago was thrilled to exploit Illario’s… ease with people. Very useful for poison work, the Fifth Talon had remarked dryly not long ago when discussing him.

Illario caught his expression and flashed a broad, toothy grin, eyes crinkling.

"That face says it all, Lucanis. Perfect, then."

Damn it. The Crow hurled his dagger at one of the pillows now, cursing Illario silently as heat crept up his cheeks.

"Hot," Spite remarked, materializing beside him.

Lucanis let out a noise that was meant to be a groan but came out closer to a whine. The demon’s laughter was low, almost sinister.

"Very. Hot. I want to bite his hip," Spite sighed.

"Enough," Lucanis snapped, pressing his hands hard against his face. He might have stayed like that if not for the way his arms eventually dropped limply to his sides. "Mierda," he muttered.

"Why not?" Spite murmured, drifting closer. "He. Should be. Ours."

"This is wrong, Spite. He’s practically my brother."

"Pfft. Brother. Cousin. Lover. You love him regardless." The demon exhaled, voice curling like smoke. "You want him regardless, Lucanis."

"I need you to shut up," Lucanis ground out, "and let me… think, Spite—"

"Gonna think about his ass again?"

"SPITE!"

[viagostalons]

waking up at 5:30 am because chronic pain

so anyway, Illario and Lucanis used to make out in the guest house

[onfigure8s]

I've been messing around with grammarly after only using it as a spellchecker and grammar checker.

And LMAO I bursted out laughing at its GenAI suggestions.

Why won't you let me write my incest, grammarly??? 😭😭😭

It's just funny. Anyway, I'm an AI hater for the most part.

[onfigure8s]

Now that Dragon Age is going to be fueled by the fandom for who knows how long, watch me write an entire series about the incestuous and codependent love story of Lucanis Dellamorte and Illario Dellamorte lmao I am fueled by spite and Spite. My weird ass brain. And my Ritalin pills.

I will be the change I want to see in this world!!!

Down with this shipping purity culture in 2025 i’ll write what i want to write!!! fandom used to be better than this back in my days *slaps my rickety knees as i reminisce*

I already have my funny tags for it thought out:

incest, established relationship, as established as two cousins fucking could be, trauma

[onfigure8s]

Last line written challenge

@awildmareep thank you for tagging me lmao now i can shamelessly post my dellamortecest!!! kekeke /jk

Not sure who else in my moots write, but I'm tagging u and pls show me ur writing :< i love reading!!!

This is a draft (so it's mostly dialogue sorry!) from one of the later chapters of please, be rude. BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE CHAPTERS IN SEQUENCE LAKSJDALKJDASK

placed it under the cut because it's long.

Illario murmurs, “I mean it. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“You’re getting soft, cousin.”

“And you have a stick up your ass again. I thought we were working on that already.”

“The only thing I want up my ass—”

Illario hastily presses a finger against his lips. “Shut up. You’re ruining my masterful romance. Do you not see the vision?”

He gestures to the scene before them. “The beautiful, blue lake? Glimmering from the stars, with streaks of orange and purple hues? Against the Treviso sunset?”

“Since when do you do romance? I thought you were allergic.”

“Do you really think me novice when I’ve had hundreds of people bowing to my every whim? Falling head over heels for me?”

Illario doesn’t even see Lucanis’ downturned lips, only his cousin’s knitted eyebrows and his narrowed eyes looking at the ground. Not looking at Illario.

Lucanis is jealous.

“I never said I liked doing it. Or have done it sincerely with anyone before.”

He tilts Lucanis’ face to meet his eyes. “I’m doing it sincerely now because it’s you. Stop being jealous, Lucanis. It never suited you.”

Lucanis flushes and looks away from him. “Asshole.”

“Hmm? I like yours very much. Blessed be thy Maker for bestowing you with such perky buttocks.”

That was his cousin’s final straw with Illario’s degeneracy because Lucanis shrugs him off forcefully, albeit playfully.

His glare would have killed Illario a thousand times over. “Fuck you.”

But Illario is having fun. “Oh? I thought we’re taking a break from fornication, cousin.”

The disbelief coloring Lucanis’ voice amuses him even more. “Por la sangre del Hacedor.”

Lucanis lets out an exasperated sigh. “Illario—you’re fucking insufferable.”

Several seconds of silence follow before Lucanis breaks out into laughter. Stifled at first, then it devolves into a deep-bellied one. With a mask hiding half his face, Illario can only discern the mirth from his eyes: the usually wide eyes are slitted, the browns barely showing through his eyelashes, and their corners crinkle as Lucanis continues to laugh. His body is even quaking enough that he has to wrap his arms around his stomach to keep his balance.

At moments like these, Illario is grateful that Lucanis saved him. That he endured through Illario’s cruelty to pull him up from the depths of his fury.

Illario places a hand atop his cousin’s head and softly strokes his hair, waiting for Lucanis to calm down. Illario can’t help the corners of his mouth lifting and the achy warmth in his chest as he watches Lucanis double over from laughter.

Despite the bitterness that persists to haunt him like a specter of his former self, biding its time before it viciously extends an arm through its cage and lashes out again, Illario discovers another profound truth:

If making Lucanis laugh is all Illario will get to accomplish for the rest of his mundane existence, he’ll die a fulfilled man.

[onfigure8s]

lmao i've had this sitting in my ao3 drafts for a week but i want to finish at least the ending before i start posting *cries in the corner*

local pharmacies are all out of stock of ritalin and like, the nearest one is a 5 hour drive away on a good day. lmaoooooo

ig we'll go by vibes for the next couple of weeks.

[viagostalons]

Do you have any good lucanis x illario content you can recommend? I support the ship but I'm thirsty af. There's nothing to drink out here

Hello! I know, it is truly a food desert. I wish I could say I did. But I do not. I need to bite the bullet and write some! Fandom has changed a lot since the good days in the teens. People are more reluctant to share their “weirder” ships and I find that silly. I think if this game had been berthed in the prime days of certain incestuous ships, Illario/Lucanis would have popped off.

[onfigure8s]

A sneak peek of what i’m writing next lmao IM NOT DONE WITH MY DEGENERACY APPARENTLY 😭😭😭

This is set post-we can be pirates lol

[onfigure8s]

we can be pirates

is this a safe space?

Title: we can be pirates Author: figure8s (me!) Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Illario Dellamorte/Lucanis Dellamorte, minor Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook Genre: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort Rating: Mature Summary: 

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to kiss someone, Lucanis?” — Illario Dellamorte, age 13

Lucanis and Illario: on growing up, losing their way, and finding their way back to each other.

Warnings: A LOT! Extreme Dubious Consent, Incest, Child Abuse, Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dom/sub undertones, Hate Sex, Unsafe Sex, Implied Child Harassment, Implied Grooming, PTSD, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Threats of Rape/Non-con, Dubious Morality Word Count: 47,756 Chapters: 10/10

Read it here!

I'm trying to reclaim writing as a hobby and just wondered how Lucanis and Illario's codependent sibling relationship could become worse and this came to be lmao.

[onfigure8s]

please, be rude: chapter 4

Title: please, be rude Author: figure8s (me!) Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Illario Dellamorte/Lucanis Dellamorte, background Illario Dellamorte/Zara Renata Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Rating: Explicit Summary: 

“So, the target. Have you written a dossier on him?”

“I gave it to you yesterday.”

Feigning shock, Illario grimaces and hits his palm with a fist, “Oh! So that’s what the thick manila envelope was.”

Illario then grins, “Lost it!”

“I remember now why I don’t like bringing you with me.”

A seemingly straightforward contract in Orlais unravels Illario and Lucanis’ still-budding fidelity to each other.

Or

Illario: on the growing pains of being unhealthily devoted to his cousin.

Warnings: A LOT! Post-Canon, Incest, Cousin Incest, Established Relationship, as established as two cousins fucking could be, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dubious Morality, Abuse, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unsafe Sex, Tones of Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con, Mind Rape, Torture, Mild Gore, Self-Harm Behavior, Abuse, Captivity, Blood Magic, Dom/sub Undertones, Rape Recovery, Top Illario Dellamorte, Bottom Lucanis Dellamorte, Miscommunication, does not capture how bad they are at talking, This is the Dellamorte Boys' First Serious Relationship OK, This is messy I'm sorry Word Count: 30,780/? Chapters: 4/?

Read it here! Entries in the series:

(1) we can be pirates ----

Really sorry for the super long wait for the update. Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait. Please heed the tags because this is where the majority of them apply.

[onfigure8s]

please, be rude: chapter 3

Title: please, be rude Author: figure8s (me!) Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Illario Dellamorte/Lucanis Dellamorte, background Illario Dellamorte/Zara Renata Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Rating: Explicit Summary: 

“So, the target. Have you written a dossier on him?”

“I gave it to you yesterday.”

Feigning shock, Illario grimaces and hits his palm with a fist, “Oh! So that’s what the thick manila envelope was.”

Illario then grins, “Lost it!”

“I remember now why I don’t like bringing you with me.”

A seemingly straightforward contract in Orlais unravels Illario and Lucanis’ still-budding fidelity to each other.

Or

Illario: on the growing pains of being unhealthily devoted to his cousin.

Warnings: A LOT! Post-Canon, Incest, Cousin Incest, Established Relationship, as established as two cousins fucking could be, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dubious Morality, Abuse, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unsafe Sex, Tones of Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con, Mind Rape, Torture, Mild Gore, Self-Harm Behavior, Abuse, Captivity, Blood Magic, Dom/sub Undertones, Rape Recovery, Top Illario Dellamorte, Bottom Lucanis Dellamorte, Miscommunication, does not capture how bad they are at talking, This is the Dellamorte Boys' First Serious Relationship OK, This is messy I'm sorry Word Count: 21,991/? Chapters: 3/?

Read it here! Entries in the series:

(1) we can be pirates ----

Sorry for the short chapter, still kinda sick and brain fog won't let me finish the next full update yet.

Enjoy young Illario Dellamorte angst for now.

[onfigure8s]

please, be rude

I SAID FUCK IT WE BALL!!!

Title: please, be rude Author: figure8s (me!) Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Illario Dellamorte/Lucanis Dellamorte, background Illario Dellamorte/Zara Renata Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Rating: Explicit Summary: 

“So, the target. Have you written a dossier on him?”

“I gave it to you yesterday.”

Feigning shock, Illario grimaces and hits his palm with a fist, “Oh! So that’s what the thick manila envelope was.”

Illario then grins, “Lost it!”

“I remember now why I don’t like bringing you with me.”

A seemingly straightforward contract in Orlais unravels Illario and Lucanis’ still-budding fidelity to each other.

Or

Illario: on the growing pains of being unhealthily devoted to his cousin.

Warnings: A LOT! Post-Canon, Incest, Cousin Incest, Established Relationship, as established as two cousins fucking could be, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dubious Morality, Abuse, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unsafe Sex, Tones of Dubious Consent, Implied Non-con, Rape Recovery, Top Illario Dellamorte, Bottom Lucanis Dellamorte, Miscommunication, does not capture how bad they are at talking, This is the Dellamorte Boys' First Serious Relationship OK, This is messy I'm sorry Word Count: 9,819/? Chapters: 1/?

Read it here! Entries in the series:

(1) we can be pirates ----

Apparently my degeneracy isn't done yet so. Let's goooo.

[woundedsoul12]

Spite would absolutely be a little shit. Especially about Lucanis x Illario

Thursday (Friday) Bangers

I just got some time (it's 1 am considered free time even?) to do this because UUUGGGH is one of my favorite songs and I've been listening to it non-stop all week, I just had to!

Thanks for making this @woundedsoul12 💜

A blurb based on a song lyric (doesn't have to include it, just be inspired by it), this time is a lyric of The Last of the Real Ones from FOB, I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me.

Take some Lucanis/Illario/Spite 💜!

Lucanis deftly spun the blade in his hand, twisting it effortlessly as his mind wandered elsewhere—specifically, to a few hours earlier, when he’d accompanied his cousin to inspect an order from a tailor.

He had sat in the armchair beside the makeshift fitting area, separated only by a curtain, and tried not to let his irritation show when Illario stepped out and presented himself.

"It's for a contract," his cousin had said, turning in a slow circle. "What do you think? Does it look alright?"

For a moment, Lucanis felt as if he’d forgotten every word he knew. The fabric clung to Illario’s waist and chest, leaving his arms bare and plunging into a deep V at the collarbone before tapering sharply at the hips, exposing the sharp lines of his pelvis. It was utterly indecent—at least, to Lucanis’ eyes. He wondered what damn job the De Riva had assigned his cousin this time. No doubt Viago was thrilled to exploit Illario’s… ease with people. Very useful for poison work, the Fifth Talon had remarked dryly not long ago when discussing him.

Illario caught his expression and flashed a broad, toothy grin, eyes crinkling.

"That face says it all, Lucanis. Perfect, then."

Damn it. The Crow hurled his dagger at one of the pillows now, cursing Illario silently as heat crept up his cheeks.

"Hot," Spite remarked, materializing beside him.

Lucanis let out a noise that was meant to be a groan but came out closer to a whine. The demon’s laughter was low, almost sinister.

"Very. Hot. I want to bite his hip," Spite sighed.

"Enough," Lucanis snapped, pressing his hands hard against his face. He might have stayed like that if not for the way his arms eventually dropped limply to his sides. "Mierda," he muttered.

"Why not?" Spite murmured, drifting closer. "He. Should be. Ours."

"This is wrong, Spite. He’s practically my brother."

"Pfft. Brother. Cousin. Lover. You love him regardless." The demon exhaled, voice curling like smoke. "You want him regardless, Lucanis."

"I need you to shut up," Lucanis ground out, "and let me… think, Spite—"

"Gonna think about his ass again?"

"SPITE!"