#f!Rook

[viennacherries]

Your Voice is a Comfort

Lucanis/f!Rook | 541 Words | SFW

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Lucanis often wonders how Rook manages to keep up with herself.

It seems like she’s always going at mach-speed. Like anything less than constantly vomiting words out of her mouth is a catastrophic failure on her part.

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Lucanis often wonders how Rook manages to keep up with herself.

It seems like she’s always going at mach-speed. Like anything less than constantly vomiting words out of her mouth is a catastrophic failure on her part.

There's rarely a moment of quiet if she’s in the room. If she’s not excitedly discussing things with the rest of the Veilguard, then she’s narrating everything she does to Assan or Manfred. If she’s not doing either of those, she’s muttering under her breath to herself. Lucanis would think she was the one possessed by a demon if he didn't know better.

She's no different on the battlefield. She’s constantly moving, bobbing and weaving and slashing. He’ll think he’s finally locked onto her position so he can cover her, and then suddenly she’s 40ft away again, screaming a battle cry and diving into the fray before anyone can even think to stop her.

He thinks she’s probably never done anything quietly in her life.

He sees it too, in the way she cares for everyone around her. The way she’ll help every wayward vagabond that looks at her with slightly wet eyes, or the way she’ll rush to be a shoulder to cry on for any of her friends. The way she stoops to put a coin in every panhandlers tray, and the way she coos at every flea-ridden feline in all of Thedas that comes within arms reach. Of all the things Rook does loudly, she loves the loudest.

He found it overwhelming when he met her. A year of near constant isolation, and the first friendly face when he found his freedom was this bundle of energy and noise. Some days he would escape to the pantry purely so that he could find silence. It’s safe to say, between her and Spite, he never found any.

But things are different now. Spite is quieter, and Rook… Well, Rook isn't. And yet Lucanis finds he’s glad for it.

She’s taken to keeping him company while he cooks. He stands over the stove and she leans on the counter next to him, talking. He mostly just listens, making a few affirming noises when it feels right. He never says more than a few words, and she never runs out of things to say. If it was anyone else, maybe he’d find it tiring, but it’s not anyone else. It’s Rook.

While Rook is around to fill every silence, there’s still a chance they can win.

While Rook is keeping him company and talking his ear off, they’re safe.

She’s safe.

He’s not sure when that became important to him, but it is now.

So now he relishes it. Every muttered curse directed at no one in particular, every compliment offered to every mangy cat. Every strange gargled noise she makes at Manfred, and every time he can hear her behind him on the battlefield. All of it means there's still hope that they make it out of this. All of it means she’s okay.

And if he’s starting to say more than a few words? If he’s started making comments about things he knows will send her on a tangent while he peels the vegetables?

Well. Maybe he’s trying to love loudly, too.

[pixiedurango]

Pixie writes Crows -

Dragon Age the Veilguard Fanfiction Masterlist

AMOM - a murder of misfits an AU in the Veilguard setting featuring several fledglings of House de Riva, years before they become Rook Hatchlings - Cara's first day as a baby Crow. Featuring Xander de Riva (belongs to @ezriell)

Bend don't Break Cara "Rook" de Riva origins story (ongoing)

Chapter 1: El Contrato - The Contract Chapter 2: El Espía - The Eavesdropper Chapter 3: Hermanos - Siblings Chapter 4: La Reina - The Queen Chapter 5: Los Primos - The Cousins

Oneshots: Trapped in, oh, so many ways (Ao3) Lucanis x f!crow!rook, OC Cara de Riva hurt/comfort, fluff, some trauma - and there is only one bed! :) The things you promise (Ao3) Lucanis x f!crow!rook, OC Cara de Riva silly little snapshot with a little sweet twist at the end

Antivan Postal Service - Letters for the Crows Letterbox game (ongoing) Send me a prompt of what you want to read via askbox and I will write a letter. Rules and whatabouts - Requests are OPEN!

Prompt 0.1: Viago/Teia ->f!Crow!Rook Prompt 0.2: Viago/Teia -> f!Crow!Rook Prompt 1: Teia -> Lucanis Prompt 2: Teia -> Lucanis Prompt 3: f!crow!Rook -> Lucanis Prompt 4: Zara Renata -> Illario Prompt 5: Caterina Dellamorte -> Viago de Riva Prompt 6: Warden Commander Mahariel (+Zevran mentioned) -> Lucanis Dellamorte Prompt 7: Open Letter - Kitchenrules from Lucanis for the Team Prompt 8: Viago's PRIVATE list on proposal (hijacked again) Prompt 9: Caterina totally not threatening a lesser house upon taking a contract for Rook Prompt 10: Viago assigns his non-Rook sister to a contract Prompt 11: Cara de Riva writes to her half brother Enzo de Riva Prompt 12: Illario -> Lucanis Prompt 13: Illario -> Cara de Riva Prompt 14: Xander de Riva -> Teia (received) + Viago -> Xander Prompt 15: Tully de Riva -> Lucanis Prompt 16: Illario -> Lucanis (while Rook is in the Fade) Prompt 17: Viago (hijacked by Teia) -> Lucanis on his relationship to Rook (OC: Álvaro de Riva) Prompt 18: Lucanis -> Warden Commander Mahariel+ Zevran (reply to letter 6) Prompt 19: Lucanis' grocery list (hijacked by Spite) Prompt 20: Lucanis -> Rook (OC:Nels Laidir) Prompt 21: Viago -> Rook (OC: Kaela) Prompt 22: Illario -> Rook (about Bellara)

APS Valentine's Special Loveletters: Lucanis -> Renn de Riva Lucanis -> Xander de Riva

[femsheppingsmods]

I'm starting on complexions for rook!! this is my very first one. there's no extra makeup applied in the cc :)

[pathfinderslog]

🔸 Morning Ritual

Inner Demons (7/?)

Full chapter on AO3

She picked up the small box containing her morning ritual kit, with lyrium-infused paints, and sat cross-legged in front of the room's large aquarium. She could not leave without reinforcing the seals, so she took all the time she needed to go over the lines on her body one by one.

She grasped the brush firmly in her right hand and began to trace the patterns on the left side of her body, starting at the ankle, moving gently up the leg, lingering on the thigh and torso, then tracing the lines on the arm as well. As she concentrated she began to intone a litany in ancient Tevinter, adjusting her breathing, one breath after another, falling in a sort of trance.

𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑚, 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎,

𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒, 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑜.

𝐻𝑖𝑐 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑜.

No one had ever explained the meaning of those words to her, she had simply learnt them by heart since she was a child, assimilating the sound, intoning the dirge in an absorbed voice, just as she had been taught. Her movements were fluid and precise, never detaching the bristles from her skin except to dip in another colour.

𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑚, 𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑞����𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑖.

𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑢𝑠

In the end she went on to trace the marks on her face. This last step was always the most painful. She felt a jolt run through her whole body, through those freshly drawn lines, which when they reached her face seemed almost to tighten into a vice, as if her whole body were being chained by burning coils.

𝑁𝑢𝑛𝑐 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖, 𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡.

𝐷𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑜. 𝑈𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑒.

When the last syllable was uttered, the lines she had just traced lit up with a soft orange glow, sizzling along their length. She gritted his teeth. They burned terribly, but it was a sensation to which she was accustomed.

[natsora]

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Rook/Taash (Dragon Age) Characters: Rook (Dragon Age), Taash (Dragon Age), Emmrich Volkarin, Lace Harding Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Canon-ish, Healing, aromantic main character, Non-Binary Main Character, Medical Inaccuracies, Fantasy Healing, Smut Summary:

—a distraction...

Taash’s words echoes in Rook’s mind as she goes to kill a god on Tearstone Island. One conversation, two words, and it tears them apart. While Rook is lost within the Fade Prison, Taash regrets everything. As they try to undo the damange, Rook gathers her broken body and mind to kill the elven gods before Thedas is destroyed.

Smut is only in the last chapter.

[partially-controlled-chaos]

A WIP Wednesday so late that I'm actually on time

Because I lack all concept of time, the wonderful @gingervitus tagged me in WIP Wednesday last week and I'm just now getting around to it so like technically I am on time (I'm very sorry I promise I didn't forget). Thank you for the tag!! I may be late, but I do love a WIP Wednesday because it makes me accountable to someone other than myself. So please accept my apology in the form of a snippet for the chapter I'm currently working on for the "Rook is stuck in the Fade and Lucanis is Not Okay" fic that I've been lingering on for far too long. It has a name I swear.

Lucanis rolled his neck as his stretched his arm across his chest, his fingers flexing as the muscles in his shoulders began to strain. He held the position for a few breaths, closing his eyes as he focused on each slow inhale and exhale, clearing his mind for whatever may lie ahead. After repeating the motion on the opposite side, he focused on stretching his legs by taking low and deep lunges down the length of the pantry and back again until he was standing beside his cot. Spite followed beside him, not mimicking the motions considering a demon had no need of loosening muscle and limbs, but keeping pace. 

In order to lay siege to Minrathous and somehow wrestle the dagger out of Solas’s grasp to rescue Rook, both demon and man needed to be in sync and think as one. They had no time for arguing and a mistake could cost them their one chance at finding Rook. Spite watched silently as Lucanis bent forwards and practically folded himself in half, hugging his shins close to his chest to stretch out the remaining muscles in his back. He continued his slow, practiced breathing until his warm up ritual was finally complete.

We need. To make. An agreement. Spite finally spoke as Lucanis began dressing himself in his leathers. The demon perched himself on Lucanis’s bed; squatting on top of the shaggy blanket as he looked up to the assassin. Lucanis briefly met his gaze as he pulled his leathers from where they were folded at the foot of the bed and gave the demon a quick nod.

“We do.” He replied simply as he tugged on his trousers, “We have to understand each other if we want this to work.” He tucked the tails of his shirt into the trousers, smoothing out the material before fastening the buttons at his waste. He slipped the outer piece of armor on over his head and was met with an intense violet radiating from his cot.

Kill Solas. Make him bleed. Make him hurt. Find Rook! A rather wicked smile spread across Spite’s lips at the thought of slicing and splitting Solas from tip to toe. The demon pulsed with color, his excitement evident on his face and in his aura. 

“Eventually. We need to find the dagger first. We will take it from Solas and give it to Emmrich. He’ll know how to use it to find Rook.” Next came the belts at his waist. Each was synched tightly and fastened methodically to ensure they were secured properly. 

After he tucked the tails of the belts into themselves, Lucanis began slipping his knives into their usual holsters. Some were more obvious than others in their location. The ones strapped to the insides of his boots came first, the metal sliding easily against the leather, and the ones on his waist came next. He has spent the first days of Rooks absence sharpening his knifes to pristine points and edges, probably sharper than he’d ever gotten them, but still he checked each dagger before sliding them into pace. They had to be sharp and deadly, ready for battle and ready to save Rook. He could not allow himself to fail on something so precious. Lucanis clicked full vials of poison into the slots on his chest before securing the final knife to his chest.

And then. We kill? Spite asked as Lucanis secured his cape along his shoulder, the material almost kissing the ground as he swayed with his movements. 

“Yes.” Lucanis said as he made eye contact with Spite, slipping on his gloves in the process, “Then we kill.”

We have a. Contract! Very good. The wicked smile returned to Spite’s lips and, for the first time since Rook slipped into the Fade, Lucanis allowed himself one as well.

[herald-divine-hell]

When your ass is so fat, it breaks through the tail of your coat, smh.

[slothssassin]

First of my mutual's Rooks finished! This is Emmra Mercar, who belongs to the lovely @badwolf626 💜 The template was made by Captainceranna.

[opal-apparition]

I like reading Solavellan but I saw you write and ship SolasRook (Sorook?) too. Do you have any recommendations for fics for that ship

Hey! Yes I write for both and YES I do have a few that I can recommend that I like!!!

In no particular order:

(And I Know) I Can't Numb You Away

by bloodsugar

Rook and Solas find out just how deep that mind link goes, and how powerful it can be.

This one is probably my favorite with how many times I've read and re-read it. It is a M!Rook and Solas.

Worse Than His Bite

missfired

Rook's flirtations with the Demon of Vyrantium yield wanting results. The strain of impending doom and the feelings of rejection come to a head in the fade

This one is really good, with a Shadow Dragon mage F!Rook!

A Moment Alone (With You)

by Anonymous

Rook is drowning under the weight of the burden on his shoulders. When he finally gets a moment alone, his frustration summons Solas to guide him through some stress relief.

Another M!Rook with this one.

Discordant

by Solrookera (Anderseeds)

They fought. They argued. But there were quiet moments too, and it wouldn't take long for Solas to start telling Rook of the beauty of the old world restored, like he hadn't torn a fresh wound into Thedas in a failed effort to heal the old; like he could convince Rook that Thedas wasn’t bleeding.

Warden M!Rook again - can you tell I have a type? 😅

I also, of course, like my own which you can find on my AO3 page :)

I have two that are completed:

Colonnade

An assassin knows a thousand ways to kill, but only one way to dream. Unfortunately for Rook, both lead to the Dread Wolf's door.

Spicy hatesex oneshot with F!Rook and Solas.

Fen'Nydha

When Rook slips into an ancient memory of Fen'Harel's most decadent festival, she finds herself caught between two hunters who make her question everything she thought she desired. And then they give her more. (AKA, the Solas/Felassan/Rook memory threesome story loosely based on Lupercalia)

Self-indulgent F!Rook oneshot that plays with memories in the Crossroads and more than one partner in bed.

Happy reading! EDIT: added links to two of my own works and @solrookera 's series!

[dracoangel]

Rayne Amell 🌙 Aiden Theirin 🌙 Davia Theirin

[lyriumlovesong]

I changed mina's eye and hair colour and gave her a brand new custom complexion and swapped her brows! I love her

[pixiedurango]

Antivan Postal Service Prompt - Caterina having to address Rook and Lucanis being joined at the hip with Viago? :3c

This one was FUN! Not for Viago, though :D (I'm referring to my OC Cara "Rook" de Riva and a scene you can read here)

Antivan Postal Service Read all the letters so far

Transcript:

5th Talon!

There is an issue that requires our immediate attention. Naturally I would solve it myself, yet in this particular case it needs bilateral assessment and action.

I formally state an excerpt for our contract dated 9:36 Dragon, orally negotiated, confirmed and legally binding sealed by Cateriana Dellamorte, First Talon and Viago de Riva, 5th Talon.

Contract Subject: Squireship of Fledgling Caramella de Riva Fledgling temporarily transferred to House Dellamorte for training in following fields:

Poisons, Toxins and Alchemy (provided by fledgling to refine the skills already acquired by Lucanis and Illario Dellamorte.)

Weapons, Sparring, Routines, Maintenance

Agility & Dexterity, Stamina

courtly manners, conversational skills and societal norms

courtly dance

I assume, you remember this Viago. And I also assume you remember, that at one point of our negotiation 17 years ago you implied the accusation that my intent may be to steal a promising Fledgling from House de Riva to incorporate her into House Dellamorte. I immediately declined that accusation. In return, I refrained from stating something similar because I was assured that this would not be necessary.

Until now. I demand an explanation as of why you allow one of your subordinates, who also happens to be your blood - and therefor even more your responsibility - Why do you allow Caramella de Riva (nowadays going by “Rook”) to mingle and fraternize in such scandalous manner with my grandson?

I expect clarification and immediate action to stop this disgrace. Seducing the First Talon with a contract still open is not only unprofessional but unacceptable.

Your report on that matter and your intended course of action is due at Villa Dellamorte, 7 days after delivery of this note. Coffee at Five. Don’t be late! - Caterina Dellamorte Authorized to represent the First Talon of the Antivan Crows

[femsheppingsmods]

the complexions are coming soon, besties x

[pathfinderslog]

ME: On my first playthrough I just keep going straight without stopping to take shots otherwise I'll never finish it.

ALSO ME (after finishing it): Hours and hours just to finish 'Sea of Blood' because I wasted time photographing the Ossuary and Lucanis.

SEE WHAT I MEAN?!

Lucanis Dellamorte - "Siha, you're too close. Flame will be jealous."

Siha Laidir - "Better me than Neve Gallus."

*Flame Mercar highly approves*

[natsora]

Chapters: 3/8 Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Rook/Taash (Dragon Age) Characters: Rook (Dragon Age), Taash (Dragon Age), Emmrich Volkarin, Lace Harding, Female Rook Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Canon-ish, Healing, aromantic main character, Non-Binary Main Character, Medical Inaccuracies, Fantasy Healing, Smut, Female Rook - Freeform Summary:

—a distraction...

Taash’s words echoes in Rook’s mind as she goes to kill a god on Tearstone Island. One conversation, two words, and it tears them apart. While Rook is lost within the Fade Prison, Taash regrets everything. As they try to undo the damange, Rook gathers her broken body and mind to kill the elven gods before Thedas is destroyed.

  Smut is only in the last chapter.

[evilsapphyre]

Dahlia “Rook” Mercar