#dragon age veilguard x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I have a naughty thought floating in my head.

Just imagine when you and Lucanis are doing 'adult' activities when his control over Spite slips and Spite takes over.

Your normally gentle lover is suddenly rough and groping at your plush thighs and tits. He's whispering filthy things in your ear about how he always has to watch, but now it's his turn.

Just a filthy thought in my head.

A/N: YOU LET THAT THOUGHT RUN FREE AND GIVE ME MORE.

Lucanis does it best to control Spite during the times whenever you two become intimate.

He knew you control himself, you did take down a god after all.

But he knew it would happen sooner or later even though he wished it would be much later. Lucanis knew of Spites desires for you, feelings....if things like him could even feel that way.

Lucanis knew he should have been more careful, should have drank more coffee since this was your anniversary after all but all it took was one moment, one small lite crack that Spite could slip through as the man made love to you.

A cry leaving left your lips, your hands pinned above your head as Spite gripped your lips tightly. Hips snapping into yours, leg hiked upon his waist as he roughly fucked you. He couldn't get enough, he wanted more.

More...more...more!

Your skin soft, he had to memorize this, memorize every inch of your skin, every blemish, every scare, he will remember.

"Sitting back...watching. No more! No more." Spite whispered in your ears as he hiked up your thigh more, slipping deeper in your warmth, your walls squeezing so deliciously around his shaft.

Giving your plush thighs a squeeze, his hands moved up your chest giving your breasts a squeeze as he let his thumb rub your nipple.

"Mine! Mine!" Spite muttered as he continued his thrusts. "I will fill you! Breed you! Make you mine."

Biting your lip, you let out another cry as you did your best to match his thrusts. Moans spilling from your lips, bed creaking, your mind in a fog.

It felt good, too good and in the back of your mind you were thinking of ways to convince Lucanis to share you with the spirit.

But right now you were going to enjoy this.

[dreamdragonkadia]

A/N: I honestly didn’t have a clear plan when I started writing this, but I just really wanted to give Davrin some love and see where it would go. Elf Rook

The recent mission had wrapped up with little fanfare. There were no flirtatious glances across the dinner table, no heated, whispered invitations lurking behind closed doors. And yet, somehow, you’d still ended up here: in his room, in his bed, cradled in his arms. Davrin wasn’t about to complain, not when you were looking at him like he was the only thing that mattered. It was the gaze of a hunter satisfied with their quarry. Your nails traced the intricate lines of his Vallaslin, almost reverently, as his thumb drew soft circles into your hip.

“You know,” you murmured, cupping his cheek with a tenderness that caught him off guard. “I don’t really remember my clan.” Davrin’s brow furrowed slightly. Besides the Antivan Crows, you never spoke about your past, never hinted at the life you’d left behind. He’d come to believe it was a locked door you had no intention of opening. But now, your fingers drifted from his markings to your own, a soft hum escaping your lips as if lost in memories he couldn’t reach.

He tilted his head, searching your eyes. “You’ve never mentioned them before.”

A faint, rueful smile curled at your lips. “There wasn’t much to say. It was a lifetime ago.” Your thumb traced along his jawline, almost as if grounding yourself in the present. “Sometimes I wonder if I made them up—if I was ever really part of them at all. But then I see your Vallaslin, see my Vallaslin and it feels like... like something I’ve forgotten.”

Davrin’s grip on your hip tightened slightly, pulling you closer as if he could shield you from whatever ghosts haunted your memories. “You belong here,” he said softly, voice tinged with a rare, gentle insistence. “With me.”

Your eyes softened, and you leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That’s the first thing I’ve been certain of in a long time.”

The room fell into a silence, the only sound being Assan ruffling his feathers from where he laid behind the wall. Your fingers continued their path along his Vallaslin, and he let himself relax into the sensation, eyes fluttering closed. It felt like a promise, one he wasn’t sure he deserved but was willing to fight for anyway.

“Tell me,” you said after a moment, voice hushed as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace. “What do your markings mean?”

His eyes opened, locking onto yours. “Strength,” he whispered, voice rough around the edges. “The kind you only find when you have something worth fighting for.”

You smiled, and it felt like the first ray of sunlight after a long winter’s night. “Good,” you replied, curling closer into his chest. “I need you to remember that.”

[loveandfictionforall]

I saw you write for Dragon age Inquisition, would you also write for Veilguard?

Actually I would write for Veilguard but since I am still playing the game, I would hope that nobody spoilers me about it 😂 I’m like halfway through nearly. Nonetheless, I will write for Veilguard.

[mbruben-stein]

Hello! Thank you again for being willing to write for Dragon Age Veilguard! Could you please write something about Emmrich, Lucanis, Davrin and Bellara (or all of the companions if you're feeling up to it) dating a reader who has the personality of a Shonen anime protagonist? So they're super strong and very formidable in combat, but also very friendly and enthusiastic while still being very protective of their friends? They may be a little reckless in combat, always charging in on the front lines to deal as much damage as possible, but that really just means more cute healing scenes with their love interest fussing over them. Bonus points if they really like to eat and are always trying to save everyone within 20 feet of them, like their care extends to basically everyone who isn’t a bad guy. Thank you! I hope your day is going well, take care of yourself!

Dragon Age Veilguard Characters dating s/o who is a Shonen anime protagonist would include.

@diabolicaltwink

A/N: I am so so happy that you requested this. It means a lot to me. So for your enjoyment and to make you smile and as well makes your day even better, here is the request you asked for lovely. Let me know what you think after you're done reading this. 😊

~Emmrich~

Emmrich finds his S/O's boundless energy and enthusiasm endearing, if a bit exasperating at times. He's used to the solemn, focused nature of his Mourn Watch colleagues, so his S/O's vibrancy is a welcome change of pace. Their bright personality never fails to bring a smile to his face.

As a skilled necromancer and scholar, Emmrich is accustomed to standing back and analyzing situations carefully. Meanwhile, his S/O is always the first to charge headlong into battle. Emmrich has had to adjust to their reckless fighting style, and often finds himself patching up their injuries afterwards while gently chiding them to be more careful.

His S/O's selfless, protective nature resonates with Emmrich's own strong moral code and desire to protect the innocent from dark forces. He greatly admires their drive to help anyone in need. Though he cautions them against spreading themselves too thin, he supports their heroic efforts.

Mealtimes with his S/O are lively affairs, with the protagonist eagerly devouring everything in sight while recounting their latest adventures. Emmrich is amazed they can talk and eat so much simultaneously. He enjoys their stories and makes sure there are always ample leftovers packed for his S/O's next mission.

When his S/O is injured, Emmrich personally tends to their wounds, his normally professorial demeanor giving way to open tenderness and concern. The protagonist assures him they're fine, but secretly enjoys being fussed over. These intimate moments bring them closer.

His S/O is endlessly fascinated by Emmrich's necromantic abilities and peppers him with enthusiastic questions. Used to people being unnerved by his powers, Emmrich is pleasantly surprised by their interest. He's happy to indulge their curiosity.

The outgoing protagonist encourages introverted Emmrich to socialize more. They drag him on double dates and group outings with their many friends and allies. Though initially hesitant, Emmrich ends up appreciating the camaraderie.

When his S/O is feeling down, Emmrich knows just what to do - he prepares a cozy night in with hot cocoa, fuzzy blankets, and lots of cuddles. His soothing presence and comforting embrace always lifts their spirits. Simply being together puts them at ease.

~Lucanis~

S/O is always rushing into battles to protect the innocent, which both impresses and slightly exasperates Lucanis. He admires their bravery and noble heart, but wishes they'd be a bit more cautious sometimes.

After particularly rough fights, Lucanis personally tends to S/O's wounds, gently bandaging them up while scolding them for being so reckless. S/O just grins and says "I knew you'd patch me up!" Much blushing ensues.

S/O's bottomless appetite and enthusiasm for food amuses Lucanis. He starts learning to cook their favorite dishes to surprise them with after a long day of heroing. Seeing S/O's delighted face makes the effort worth it.

Lucanis is touched by how S/O manages to extend compassion and kindness to almost everyone they meet. It's a foreign concept for an assassin, but S/O's warmth slowly softens Lucanis' pragmatic heart.

When S/O boldly declares they'll defeat the bad guys and protect their friends no matter what, Lucanis can't help but smile at their pure determination. He thinks S/O shines brighter than the sun.

In quiet moments, S/O rambles endearingly about all their friends and allies, making sure Lucanis knows he's an irreplaceable part of their treasured group now. For someone used to living in the shadows, Lucanis is moved to be so openly valued and cared for.

S/O helps Lucanis learn the joys in living beyond just duty and pragmatism. Their infectious love of life, unbreakable loyal bonds, and endless optimism is like a healing light to Lucanis' worn and jaded soul. With S/O by his side, even an assassin starts to believe in things like hope, friendship and happiness.

~Davrin~

Davrin is impressed by his s/o's incredible combat skills and strength. He loves watching them charge into battle fearlessly, taking on hordes of enemies. Though he does worry about their reckless streak and tendency to get injured.

After fights, Davrin always fusses over his s/o, patching up their wounds while gently scolding them to be more careful. His s/o just grins apologetically. Davrin sighs but can't help smiling at their enthusiasm.

Davrin's s/o has a huge appetite and is always excited to try the hearty stews and roasted meats popular among the Dalish. Davrin loves cooking for them and seeing their eyes light up at each new dish.

His s/o befriends everyone they meet, from random travelers to Davrin's stern fellow Grey Wardens. Davrin is amazed by their ability to bring light and laughter everywhere they go.

In quieter moments, Davrin's s/o likes hearing stories of Dalish lore and legend. They listen with rapt attention as Davrin recounts the tales of his people under the stars.

Davrin's protective instincts often have him rushing in after his s/o when they dash off to save someone in need. Fighting back-to-back, the two make an unstoppable team.

For all their strength, Davrin's s/o has an endearingly soft side. He adores how they coo over cute animals and tear up at emotional scenes in stories.

No matter what dangers they face, Davrin and his bright, brave hero s/o always have each other's backs - a perfect adventure partnership built on deep trust, affection, and mutual respect.

~Bellara~

Bellara would be equal parts exasperated and enamored by her partner's reckless enthusiasm for charging headfirst into battle. She'd scold them for not being more cautious, but secretly find their bravery and protective instincts endearing.

After battles, Bellara would fuss over patching up her partner's frequent scrapes and bruises, chiding them gently as she tenderly heals their wounds with magic. Her partner would just grin sheepishly.

Bellara's scholarly interests in ancient elven lore and artifacts would fascinate her partner. They'd listen raptly as she explains her research, even if a lot of it goes over their head. They admire her brilliant mind.

Her partner's ravenous appetite would amuse Bellara. She'd make sure to always pack extra rations and treats when they travel together, knowing her partner will inevitably get hungry. She finds their enthusiasm for food cute.

Bellara would be touched by how her partner goes out of their way to help and befriend everyone they meet. Their open, caring heart is one of the things she loves most about them, even if their naivete sometimes gets them in trouble.

When Bellara gets consumed by her research and starts neglecting self-care, her partner is always there to coax her into taking breaks for meals, rest, and time together. They look out for each other.

In quiet moments, Bellara would open up to her partner about her past heartbreaks and losses. They'd comfort her with their steady presence and remind her she's not alone anymore. She can be vulnerable with them in a way she can't with anyone else.

Bellara's fighting style relies on magic, agility and cleverness. It would complement her partner's more straightforward power-based combat style well. They'd make a formidable team, with her partner drawing enemies' attention while she strikes decisively from the flanks.

[viennacherries]

i want to kiss him........

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis is a 'I could sit in our quiet kitchen on a grey tuesday afternoon drinking coffee and talking with you about nothing much in particular forever and be the happiest man who ever lived' romantic, not a 'classic tropes and grand gestures' romantic. this is a distinction and conceptual gap I personally feel is crucial to understanding what's going on with him when romanced. for all his almost painful sincerity and clear depth of feeling he's not a very effusive guy by nature, but in the history of time no one has ever, with their whole soul, chest and being, been so genuinely and openly happy to just do laundry and taxes with you.

[meowsgirldrawing]

Like Mother, Like Daughter

[talesofesther]

sweet serenity

Lucanis Dellamorte x Rook

Summary:��After it all, Lucanis finds his serenity.

A/N: I wasn't planning on writing something for Lucanis so soon, but this sweet little thought came to my mind, and I couldn't let it slide. No spoilers ahead. I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know if you want to see more of him here! Requests are open, as usual.

Masterlist

An air of serenity engulfs Rook's meditation chamber, all quiet and calm. It's late into the night, or at least, what would be the equivalent of it in the fade. The large aquarium that covers an entire wall created ripples of liquid light on the floor and over Rook's skin. She watches for a moment as the fish swim lazily in the water, wondering still, in the back of her mind, how exactly they came to be in the fade.

Her attention wavers quickly, however, when her lips brush against raven hair. A smile comes to Rook's lips, one of her hands gingerly tracing shapes over his naked back. Her fingertips feel over a few bumps, some small, others not so much. Each scar on his skin had already felt the touch of her lips, too.

Lucanis is lying with her, or rather, on her. His head nests snuggly on the curve of her neck, facing away from the aquarium. One of his arms is over her stomach, and a steady and warm grip keeps her as close as humanly possible to him. He'd refused to leave her side, ever since he nearly lost her. Once is enough—the Crow had told her, his eyes glinting with pools of unshed worry, hurt, and longing.

Rook doesn't mind, much on the contrary. It feels almost healing to be so tangled with Lucanis, not knowing where he ends and she begins. She nuzzles onto the crown of his head, laying a chaste kiss there. It makes him shiver, she feels it in the goosebumps that rise on his skin.

He'd reacted the same way on their first night together, too; She had taken his cheeks between both her hands, only so she could touch his forehead with hers, noses bumping together while her fingers buried into his hair with the care of someone holding their world in their hands. And from her touch, she felt something wet drop onto her cheeks, once and then twice. His hands trembled where he held onto her waist. She had opened her eyes to find tear tracks down Lucanis' face. It had worried her, but in the same breath, he clutched at her hand like a lifeline and placed it more firmly onto his skin. On that night, she leaned forward again, her lips then tracing a path from below his eye, down to his cheeks, and until she found his lips again. There had been a distant salty taste to it as she kissed his tears away.

His goosebumps under her fingertips tonight bring the memory to the forefront of her mind, and she smiles, all sweet and adoring.

Everything is all too new for him, she knows. He even tried to deny his own feelings in the beginning. Rook still remembers the words Lucanis had told her not that long ago. You deserve better than to deal with my mess. Many times, he tried to give her an out, to keep her away; in his mind, it was safer that way. She deserved better, and Lucanis feared the possibility of him, or Spite, ever hurting her.

She'd convinced him otherwise. Showed him otherwise. She always did.

And now, Lucanis can happily drown in her embrace. He fears though, that it's without it that he might suffocate.

The quietness lingers, and Lucanis feels faint with the way she loved on him. Her touch is all too gentle and tender, he can't remember a time before her that he'd ever felt something like it. Perhaps never. He buries his nose further against her skin, a shuddering breath passing through his lips. There is a burning in the back of his eyes, but this time it doesn't come from Spite, for the demon has been blissfully quiet for a while now.

Lucanis felt her kiss, her fingers brushing over his scars—as delicate as rose petals on his skin. And he could crumble. He would get on his knees and promise her the world over and over if it meant she'd keep touching him with the gentleness of her hands.

"You're quiet tonight," Rook's soft voice says. It's a mere observation, as she selfishly missed the sound of his voice.

Lucanis hums, all sleepy, as his thumb traces the skin of her hip. "For too long," he holds a pause, they have the time all for themselves anyway, "I've wished for this… peace." The crow can feel her hand wandering, his eyes remain closed but her presence is intoxicating and he can't help but be aware of it. She's fidgeting with his hair, he feels the gentle tugs on the long strands.

"Spite?" Rook inquires, a little distracted.

"Is silent," he sighs. "With you, he's always calm." Lucanis' accent is heavy on his words and Rook smiles again. "I think… you are stuck with me now." There's the slightest bit of hesitation as he says it, still. Lucanis holds onto his breath, a little more awake now.

"Good. I was hoping to be." Warmth and affection drips from Rook's words, and the crow eases the air in his lungs.

Silence engulfs them again, but Lucanis is mindful of her movements. He senses her touch on multiple strands of his hair, working one over the other in a neat, small braid. He assumes as much, at least. It's more than welcome, he nearly purrs at her ministrations. Lucanis' hand lays flat against her stomach, drawing a pattern over her ribs, down to her hip, and back again.

Rook smooths one hand over his hair, fingers burying between soft dark locks, careful of the little braid now resting beside his ear. She picks out three strands and begins anew.

"What are you doing there, mi amor?"

Rook's cheeks become warm, a sheepish tilt to her lips as she bites back a smile. "Hmm, nothing."

She feels the shape of Lucanis' own smile against her skin, though, before he gives a kiss to the skin of her collarbone.

"I am not taking them off, you know," he mumbles, referring to the little artwork she's been doing to his hair.

She buries her nose against him to muffle a chuckle, and Lucanis can't take it anymore. He pushes himself up on his elbows, looking down at her with something that could only be described as adoration. All blown pupils and flushed cheeks.

He kisses her, over and over. He feels privileged.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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[mothsdraw]

Fanfics writers: WRITE THAT DOWN!! WRITE IT DOWN!!

[uhbambii]

Sweet as Frosting

The Dellamorte villa was alive with warmth and laughter. The golden light of the kitchen illuminated the flour-dusted counter, where Rook stirred a bowl of batter with a bit more enthusiasm than technique. Her hair was tied loosely back, strands already falling free to frame her flushed cheeks.

Lucanis Dellamorte leaned against the counter beside her, his dark eyes brimming with quiet amusement. He was dressed in casual crow attire, nonetheless a bit intimidating to outsiders, though the frosting smudged across his sleeves made him look just a little less intimidating than usual.

“You know,” he drawled, his voice smooth and laced with mischief, “if you whisk any harder, the bowl might retaliate.”

Rook shot him a look, one brow arched. “I’m trying to make this perfect. You’re the one who insisted on cake instead of pie, so…” She trailed off, gesturing to the mess of ingredients around them.

Lucanis smirked. “Don’t blame me for your ambitious standards, tesoro. You’re the one who said you wanted to impress me.”

“Impress you?” Rook laughed, pausing to flick a pinch of flour at him. “Amorino, I think you’re already impressed enough.”

He tilted his head, watching her intently as though agreeing with that sentiment entirely. Then, without warning, he reached into the nearby frosting bowl, scooping a bit onto his finger and dabbing it across her nose.

“Lucanis!” she yelped, dropping the whisk and swiping at her face.

He was already laughing, the low sound resonating deep in his chest as he stepped back. “You’re much cuter when you’re messy, you know.”

“Oh, you’re asking for it now.”

Rook grabbed a handful of flour and flung it at him, hitting his dark shirt square in the chest. Lucanis stopped short, glancing down at the pale smudge on his otherwise pristine attire.

“You’re going to regret that,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

But Rook wasn’t waiting for his retaliation. She darted around the counter, laughing as Lucanis chased after her with a determined gleam in his eye. They ended up tangled in a playful scuffle, smearing frosting and flour on each other’s faces and hands as they stole kisses in between bursts of laughter.

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The cake batter was forgotten for a while, though neither seemed to mind.

It wasn’t until much later, after the cake was baked and half-decorated, and Rook was perched on the countertop with Lucanis standing between her legs, their foreheads pressed together, that she glanced at the clock on the wall.

Her heart sank. “Andraste’s ashes,” she muttered, pulling back.

Lucanis frowned, his brows knitting together. “What is it?”

“It’s one in the morning,” Rook said, sliding off the counter in a panic. “I was supposed to be home by eleven. Viago’s going to kill me.”

Lucanis caught her hand before she could rush away, his expression softening. “Stay,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “I can smooth talk Viago tomorrow, save you some trouble.”

She sighed, torn between the warmth of his touch and the dread of her brother’s wrath. Finally, she leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.

“You’re impossible,” she whispered against his mouth before pulling away.

“And yet, you keep coming back,” Lucanis said with a smirk, watching her gather her things.

Rook rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that crept across her face. “I’ll see you soon. Try not to miss me too much.”

Lucanis chuckled, “try not to get scolded too much,” his gaze following her as she slipped out into the night.

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The De Riva villa was quiet as Rook climbed through the open window of her room, carefully lowering herself onto the floor. She thought she’d gotten away with it, until the light flicked on.

Rook froze, turning slowly to find Viago sitting in a chair by the door, his arms crossed and his dark eyes narrowed. He was still dressed, his usual sharp crow attire despite the late hour, though his expression betrayed his annoyance.

“You want to tell me where you’ve been all night?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

Rook scrambled for an excuse. “I was out with Teia,” she said quickly.

Another chair turned, and Teia spun into view with an equally unimpressed look. Her brown hair was loosely braided, and though her expression was softer than Viago’s, it was no less effective.

“Wanna try again?” Teia asked, arching a brow.

Rook winced. “I… was baking. At a friend’s place.”

“Baking,” Viago repeated, his tone flat. “Until one in the morning?”

“It’s… a very complicated recipe?” she offered weakly.

Teia exchanged a look with Viago, her lips twitching as though she were trying to suppress a laugh. Viago, however, didn’t seem amused.

“You know I don’t like it when you’re out this late,” he said, his voice softening slightly but still firm. “Anything could happen.”

Rook sighed, guilt creeping in. “I’m sorry, Vi. I lost track of time, that’s all. Nothing happened. I was perfectly safe at the Dellamorte villa.”

Viago’s brows furrowed, but his expression softened slightly. “Lucanis, huh?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Look, I’m not going to lecture you about seeing him. He’s… decent, as far as men like him go. Better than I expected, even. But, Rook—” His tone sharpened, the protective older brother coming through. “One in the morning? At his villa? What were you thinking?”

Teia gave him a small nudge, her tone gentler. “Vi, let her explain. She’s fine. Don’t make a scene.”

“I’m not making a scene,” Viago shot back, though his raised voice said otherwise.

Rook held up her hands, trying to de-escalate. “We were baking. Baking, Vi. I wasn’t sneaking off to plot assassinations or rile up the Antaam!”

“That’s not the point,” Viago said, standing now, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “The point is you said you’d be home by eleven. If you’re going to see Lucanis, or anyone for that matter, you don’t just vanish into the night like some teenager with no sense of responsibility.”

“Vanish?” Rook repeated, indignant. “I didn’t vanish, Viago. I was with someone you know and trust.”

“I trust him to keep his blades sharp and his secrets buried,” Viago said. “That doesn’t mean I trust him not to make a bad decision with my little sister.”

Teia sighed, cutting in before the argument could spiral further. “She’s not a child, Vi. She’s more than capable of holding her own. And it’s not like she’s going to take any nonsense from Lucanis or anyone else.” She turned to Rook with a wry smile. “But maybe let your brother know next time if you’re running late? He gets… dramatic when he’s worried.”

Rook couldn’t help but grin at Teia’s dry humor, though she turned back to Viago with a more serious expression. “I’m sorry, Vi. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just lost track of time, that’s all. It won’t happen again.”

Viago exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing a fraction. “Good. Because if you keep sneaking back at this hour, I might start sending messages to Lucanis about curfews.”

Rook’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His lips quirked into a sly smirk. “Try me.”

Teia snorted a laugh, nudging Viago toward the door. “Alright, that’s enough. She’s apologized. Let her sleep, papa corvo.”

Viago huffed but relented, though not without a final glance at Rook. “Just… take care of yourself, okay? And next time, send a message through a crow.”

As the door closed behind them, Rook sank onto her bed, letting out a breath of relief. Her brother could be a pain, but at least he wasn’t trying to put Lucanis on some sort of watchlist.

But the lecture was worth it, she thought with a smile, the memory of Lucanis’s flour-dusted grin still fresh in her mind.

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I wanted to write something with a little bit of comic relief, sprinkled with a touch of protective older brother Viago (My headcanon for crow! Rook).

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Inspo for story: @trialsofthedas

Rook: *sneaking in through their window after a night at the villa*

Viago: *turning in their chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Rook: I was out with Teia?

Teia: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

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[conchcronch]

My Turn

WC: 2816

Pairing: Spite x Fem!Rook

Summary: Lucanis accidentally fell asleep which leads Spite to take over when you come to spend the evening together.

Warnings: a little bit DUB CON but it gets cleared up towards the end.

A/N: PLEASE send me prompts for Lucanis and Spite x Rook, I’m obsessed.

The lack of a moon and stars in the Fade had unsettled you since your first night at the Lighthouse. The sky was lit as though there were some sort of light source but you could never find one as you walked from the main building out to the farthest room at the end of the courtyard. What had originally been your dining hall had been taken over by the Crow, feeling most at comfort in the dank pantry, not something you could fully understand but you also had no intention of questioning it more then you already had.

The door was unlocked, the fire lit in between the two wolf statues. Your partner was not leaning against the mantle as you had expected, but the flickering of candles through the pantry/bedroom door quickly hinted at where he likely was. You noticed freshly brewed coffee, two mugs set out, anticipating your arrival. You cleared the distance from the door to the counter in the small, dark kitchen. Taking your time prepping the coffee, leaving his black so he could taste the flavor notes of this particular blend, but pouring a decent amount of milk in your mug, the thought of leaving yours black made you grimace.

With mugs of coffee in hand you walked past the fireplace, the warmth wrapping around your legs making the cold of the back bedroom all the more jarring. His back was to you, the candle light flickering, distorting his shadow as it danced across the wall. “I brought you coffee, it might be a little cold, but I can warm it up if you want.” You took a quick sip of yours as you held his outstretched, his back still to you.

“Not now” a wave of his hand made you cock an eyebrow but put the mug down on a small shelf nevertheless. You leaned your back against the sturdy oak shelving, sipping your coffee as you tried to output enough fire magic from your palm to warm the ceramic mug rather then ignite it. The silence stretched on, but it wasn’t uncomfortable despite being slightly out of character for him. Ever since the blighted dragon attacked Tarviso he had been different, the sight of such a beast in a town that he and his family were fighting so hard to save must have proved to him just how delicate it really was.

His weight shifted from foot to foot, his hand under his chin, toying with his beard as he so often did when deep in thought. “Neve is still gone” the silence had stretched on much too long for your liking, your anxiety gnawing at you as you watched him. You were hoping he’d reassure you, tell you you had no choice but to make the impossible call, to thank you for choosing his city over her’s. But instead he just stood there, silent, unmoving. “I’m worried she might not come back, Bellara says she will, but honestly I’m not sure I would if I were her.” You tipped your head further back, the last mouthful of coffee warming your throat as you put your mug on the shelf next to his. “Lucanis,” He didn’t budge at the use of his name, his shoulders barely even moving as he breathed. You stepped closer to him, your hand out in front of you to touch his shoulder. “If now’s not a good time I ca-“ He felt cooler to the touch, even through the layers of his shirt and vest, it was as though his body was giving off no heat.

“Smells like waterlily.” The voice was his, but not entirely. His accent was present but the pitch off, the tone heightened. You tensed, preparing yourself for whatever was to come next. Finally the body of your partner turned, his eyes glowing purple as you’ve seen only a handful of times before.

“Spite” The name feels sharp in your mouth, your tone giving away your hesitation. He leaned forward, sniffing you closer and you remained glued in place. He stepped forward, close enough you could wrap your arms around him if you really wanted to. You can feel his breath on your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply, his face was so close to your skin you swear you could feel his lips against you for the briefest of seconds.

“You came to us for pleasure” You felt your face flush, of course it wasn’t your only intention, but you certainly weren’t going to turn it down if one thing led to another, but your relationship was still fairly new, and despite your longing for a physical component you weren’t intending to push those boundaries. But for your desires to be so bluntly outed there was a wave of embarrassment that washed over you.

“Let me talk to Lucanis.” You stepped back, crossing your arms over your chest but not missing the way the demon’s purple eyes dragged down your form.

“It’s my turn with you.” You couldn't deny how impressed you were at Spite’s fairly calm demeanor, after listening to many of Lucanis’ one sided conversations with the demon you had expected him to be bordering on feral when speaking directly to him.

”Spite, I want to talk to Lucanis.” You added a bit more force to your tone, hoping the demon would grow tired of your insistence and go back to wherever it is he resides when Lucanis is in control. But when you felt hands on your hips, tugging you against the body you so desperately craved it took you a beat before you were struggling against the grip.

His lips were on your neck, lapping more than kissing. Groaning as he did so, every lick finishing with a gravelly moan, his hips rutting against your side as his hands balled the cotton of your shirt. “sp-pite- fuck” You tried to convince yourself to push away from him, but your longing for the Crow was fogging your brain. You could feel your core pulse, his tongue working wonders along your sensitive neck and the slightly distorted moans were making it difficult to resist.

“Spite” You tried to say but it ended up coming out as a whine rather than a demand, receiving what could only be referred to as a purr instead of a hum.

“Can smell how wet you are, Rook” The way he purred your name forced you to swallow a moan. Before you were able to even notice him walking you backwards, your back was against the stone wall of his makeshift bedroom. His fingers trying to unbutton the top clasp of your navy casual shirt, bought from a Crow vendor Lucanis had brought you to not that long ago. His patience lasted about as long as it took you to blink before he ripped the garment open, buttons falling to the ground around your feet.

Before you could chastise him about the now ruined shirt, the words died in your throat the moment his hands were on your bare waist. His blunt, well manicured nails dug into your skin, as he pressed your body against the wall, his lips finally on yours.

This wasn’t the first kiss you and Lucanis would have shared, but it certainly was the most heated. Every kiss with Lucanis had stopped before it went anywhere, his lips pulling away as soon as you tried to deepen it, never giving a reason but always retreating afterwards. But the way Spite kissed you, the way his tongue invaded your mouth, marking what you knew he’d refer to as his territory. You were trapped between him and the wall, his hands slipped down from your waist until he could roughly grab your ass, keeping your hips against his as he rutted against you, moans and grunts flowing from his mouth every time it wasn’t covered by your own lips.

“Had to…” He spoke into your mouth, his words fading as though he forgot he was even speaking “had to watch him. Watch him kiss you. Terribly.”

“Spite” you tried to sound as though his sentence offended, but it ended up coming out far more breathy than intended.

“Could smell you. Can always smell you. I always tell him. Tell him you want this. But he never listens to me.” He’s back to your neck, lapping at your skin, dragging his tongue down to your collarbones, his hands kneading the fat of your ass.

”Spite, I think- ah- I think it’s Lucanis’ turn.” Spite laughed against you, biting at your collar hard enough you weren’t sure if he had drawn blood or not.

“He’ll stop.” His mouth sank lower, nipping at the tops of your breast, “I know you don’t want to stop. Can smell it.”

“Spite, please.” Reluctantly he pulled away from your chest, your eyes meeting his glowing purple sockets, and somehow you could have sworn you saw his expression soften for a fraction of a second. You reached forward, cupping his cheek as you had done countless times to Lucanis, hoping the demon found the same comfort in it that the Crow did. He pressed his cheek into your palm,

“Will I get. Another turn?” You couldn’t resist nodding, finding yourself thinking how cute he was, despite the fact he was still pressing you against a wall and had torn your shirt in two.

You watched the demon blink, his purple eyes closing and reopening with black pupils, brows furrowed in confusion as he stared into your eyes, blinking a few times as though he was trying to clear sleep from his vision. Lucanis’ breath quickened, immediately trying to assess the situation that he had just woken up in. “Did he hurt you?!” His tone was dripping in anxiety as he stepped away from you, your hand falling from his cheek as he hurriedly looked around.

His eyes moved down your body then back up, pausing before repeating the same thing, slower this time. The tips of his ears burned red as he realized what had happened as he unknowingly slept. “Mierda” He looked down at the buttons that lay around your feet.

It was impossible to not notice how he was straining against his slacks, his eyes everywhere but your gaze. “I-I sho- I should go” You wanted to stop him, grab him by the wrist before he was out of reach, but your mind was still foggy with lust and craving more of what Spite had been giving you, but this time you wanted to feel Lucanis’ lips against you.

You stood there for what felt like an hour but you knew it couldn’t have been that long, leaning back against the wall behind you, hoping the cool stone would help clear your thoughts and bring back some reason.

By the time you went to go find the Crow, the sky surrounding the Lighthouse had shifted to black, the pieces of debris still floating around the buildings as though it were as normal as clouds in the sky. As you climbed the rickety stairs that led to the top of the dining hall you glanced around the courtyard, trying to see if any of your companions were out. You expected to see Emmrick on the balcony of the main house where he so often went at night, taking note of the ethers in the Fade. But tonight there wasn’t a soul outside apart from you, Lucanis and Spite.

He stood at the far side of the roof, bent over the railing, his head hung down so his forehead was resting against his arm. No matter how quietly you approached him, he always knew you were there. You could tell he knew by the way his body stiffened, his shoulders tensing and his head moving so he was looking out over the courtyard.

He needed time, time to figure out what had just happened, how far things had gone, time for his unexpected erection to go away, and time away from your intoxicating scent. But of course you were coming up the wooden steps not long after him.

He tried to pull himself together, locking his eyes on the back of the wolf statue in the middle of the courtyard, the cool ‘night’ air was the only thing that was keeping his cheeks from turning pink again. You stood beside him silently, leaning over the edge of the building, taking in the view of the Lighthouse.

You could feel how uncertain he was, his hands clenched the railing, his posture even straighter than normal as he pretended like he was taking in the sights just as you were. The breeze reminded you of your open shirt, which you tried to hold close with one hand while the other pushed through your bangs in an attempt to ease your uncertainty. “I’m not sure what to say.” You laughed awkwardly, desperate to break the silence that stretched between the two of you.

“Then why say anything.”

“Because I’m worried if I don’t start talking, you might never speak to me again.” You hazarded a look at him from the corner of your eye, hoping to gauge his reaction to some extent, but it remained stoic.

The silence stretched on until the sky darkened even more, the colour the same shade of blue as the Crows’ armor when you first laid eyes on him. You fidgeted anxiously, changing positions over and over again as the time passed, until you had your back to the railing, head up looking for any kind of star above you. “I should have been more careful.” It almost sounded like the words were meant for himself rather than you, as though he were reprimanding himself.

“Why?”

“He could have hurt you…I…I could have hurt you.” You couldn’t stop the little scoff that slipped out, turning to look at him with a smile across your lips, meeting his eyes for the first time since Spite had relinquished control. “Is now really the time to laugh?”

“If you think I couldn’t take you in a fight, you’re sorely mistaken, Crow.” You watched his eyebrow raise, the corner of his mouth following, but only slightly.

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

“I don’t know,” You sidestepped, bringing your shoulders closer so you could nudge against him “Why, is it working?”

“This is serious, Rook.” He turned to face you, his hand on his hip as he shifted his weight. “I let my guard down, and you…he forced himself on you.”

“That’s the thing,” You stood up straight, turning to look at him fully while you rubbed at the back of your neck, knowing that the next thing out of your mouth had the potential to end your relationship before it had really started. “He didn’t force himself on me, he more…initiated it, I guess.” You watched his eyes narrow, his brow furrowing as he tried to piece together what you were saying. “I could have pushed him away if I wanted to.”

“But you didn’t?” There was an underlying disgust in his voice, as though the thought of being with him was so vile he couldn’t even pretend to understand.

“I didn’t.” The silence left as heavy as the weight of the world that seemed to live on your shoulders. He broke what little eye contact you had held, shifting his weight as he put more of his weight on the railing, his hair slipping from behind his ear.

“Why didn’t you?” His voice was quiet, if there had been even a bit of a breeze, you may have missed his question all together.

“Because I wanted it.” You watched his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening so you could see his teeth grind. “But I wanted it from you.”

“From me?” You couldn’t stop the small laugh that slipped from your lips at his clearly, surprised tone.

”Lucanis,” You leaned against the small wall, one hand on the railing the other perched on your hip. “This can’t possibly come as a surprise.” He looked over at you, cheeks just a hint of pink.

“I just- I didn’t know you wanted…that.” He dropped his eyes again but not before dragging along the sliver of bare skin he could see between the seams of your torn shirt.

And to think he had touched you, kissed you, dragged his hands down your bare skin, and didn’t get to enjoy even an ounce of it.

“Consider this your formal announcement that, Lucanis-“ You stepped closer to him, waiting a beat before he too straightened, turning to face you so you could press your forehead to his. “I desperately want exactly what Spite was doing. But I want to try it with you.” The only response you received was a low hum that you felt rubble from his chest and into yours as he grabbed your waist and tugged you against him.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Imagine telling Emmrich you're pregnant. Poor old man would have a heart attack. He can't believe it. He wants this so much, he wants to have a family with you. You're his sun and your children are his stars.

A/n: STOP! This is beautiful! He deserves it, brief mention of Inquisitor x Cullen relationship

Things were finally settling down, finally returning back to normal.

You could finally breathe again.

The Inquisitor offered for you to meet your family and after everything you were hardly about to reject that offer. You got to meet her children, her husband Cullen.

You could see the love in his eyes, for the Inquisitor, for his children. It was the same love you shared for Emmrich and maybe one day it would be the same love you'd have for your children too.

Maybe one day.

It seemed that day had finally happened, the morning sickness, the weariness and fatigue. You just figured you were tired due to you trying to settle down but the healer stated otherwise.

"Pregnant."

A smile formed at your lips as your hand moving to your belly. Heart hammering in your chest you then took off, running to tell the news to Emmrich praying he would be as happy as you were.

"Emmrich!"

Stepping into your husband's reading room, you took a nervous step towards him as he did the same. A soft smile on his lips as her let his finger tips caress your cheek. "My love...how are you feeling?"

"I did."

Taking a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "I'm pregnant."

Dropping his hand, Emmrich froze not expecting this to be the news. The world was spinning and he felt like he needed to sit down, he couldn't even hear the words you were speaking but he did notice the sudden tears forming in your eyes, the way your lips trembled.

No! No he had to dispel your fears, while he maybe scared he still wanted this. A chance to be a father, something he craved but never thought he would get the chance until you came into his life. Snapping from his thought he brushed a stray tear away from your cheek while the other hand move to your belly.

"My dear, please do not shed any tears. You do not know how happy this news had made me." Emmrich paused then rested his head against your own. "You are my Sun and this child and any children we may have are my stars."

Letting out a small sniffle, you gave him a smile leaning into his touch. "I love you."

"And I you my dear. And I our little one."

[lynnlovesthestars]

Failures- Lucanis Dellamorte

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

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

Rook was.. gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[demigoddessqueens]

how they kiss you

a/n - T minus 3 days till this game!!

Masterlist 12

Emmrich

Gentlemanly kisses that start off slow before deepening into more

Varric

Gentle kisses that feel familiar and bring back bittersweet memories

Neve

Firm yet loving, a want to keep you safe

Davrin

Full of life and passion and young restlessness

Harding

Friendly and warm and reassuring types of kisses

Taash

An underlying feeling of all consuming love and protective streak

Lucanis

Hesitant but sweet kisses that evolve into something more

Bellara

Flirty and sweet kisses that leave you both breathless

[viennacherries]

i'm about to make him the most pathetic sobbing virgin you've ever seen in your life

[kitkabam]

Lucanis, who always makes sure that a fresh pot of coffee is prepared, no matter the time of day or if no one besides himself drinks it.

Lucanis, who refuses to let you go to bed on an empty stomach when he has many quick recipes up his sleeves that would leave you with a content stomach.

Lucanis, who while very flattered by the attention, does not understand how your eyes always trail towards wherever he is, even if you're mid discussion with someone else.

Lucanis, who indulges your curiosity about his beloved homeland with stories that leave you giggling and wide eyed with intrigue. Your reactions are his favorite part, really, which is why he sometimes allows the slip of a story that's definitely more embarrassing on his end to admit to.

Lucanis, who despite everything, loves you with all he can offer. And more.