#nonbinary rook

[lemonlilactea]

Lucanis posting hours, I love him and Rook

[postmanlee514]

some doodles of Rookanis

and my best team!

post-DATV spoiler alert!!

[madameoni]

Veritas "Rook" Ingellvar

Thank you dragon age now I can play as a very weird nonbinary femme goth and date an old man. Better believe I will obsess over her as much as I obsessed over Elaar, and more probably.

[gimme-the-gun-ill-shoot]

I finished the game on my first playthrough a week ago and I'm pacing myself through a second and third one. But this scene kills me, man is confronted by his wife he left, his nemesis who's been IN HIS MEMORIES and knows how cringe he is, and the daughter of the woman who houses the soul of his ex-wife. Nightmare.

[5queerducksinatrenchcoat]

>:D \o/

[mel-0n-earth]

**SPOILERS FOR END OF ACT ONE**

Lucanis has been distracted since missing his shot at Ghilhan'nain, and for other reasons as well. Rook believes they might have a solution. As it turns out, they're more open to bringing Spite into the equation than Lucanis would have predicted, and his attraction isn't as one-sided as he let himself believe.

Shameless smut, in which Lucanis pines horrendously for Rook, Spite plays devil's advocate, and both take turns showing Rook what it means to make love with a demon.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite Additional Tags: nonbinary rook, Can also be read as a gender neutral Rook, Smut, Romance, Desperation, Pining, graphic depictions of yearning, Inappropriate use of Spite, Concerns about dubious con followed by enthusiastic consent, Spite has never had a physical body before so he kind of goes to town, lucanis is down bad, Blowjobs, Marathon Sex, Overstimulation, porn with traces of plot, Plot spoiler for end of act one Summary:

[lelianassong]

Title: Looking for Trouble Fandom: Dragon Age Pairing: Neve/Rook Rating: Explicit Category: Gay AF Okay here's my first Veilguard fic! I'm so excited to be writing Dragon Age fic again! It's been far too long! Spoilers for Act 1 and Neve romance so be warned.

[heylavellan]

Hello!!! Happy Friday 💕 I saw the lack of sleep starters and I feel like they were *made* for Lucanis?? So, if you're feeling it, "I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness." for him and your Rook maybe?

lucanis really needs sleep 😭😭

so, some veilguard spoilers for today's @dadrunkwriting

sous chef,

rating: t

words: 1250

notes: uses spanish as antivan. crow rook! antonio is nonbinary and uses they/them.

They were politely ignoring each other, both pretending to not be Crows for a bit. Lucanis heard them enter around five minutes ago and when he left the pantry he was likely listening to Antonio's breathing pattern. As practiced as they were in faking sleep, the breathing rhythm was the hardest to get right. He definitely knew that they were awake and nearby, the same way that they had listened to him pace in the pantry for a few minutes and have a hushed conversation with Spite.

It was nice to pretend that, for just a bit, they both weren't trained killers, trying to kill gods to prevent the end of the world. Just a qunari and a not-quite-abomination.

In the kitchen, life was predictable. Chopping vegetables, boiling water, frying food or baking bread. Consistent sounds, safe sounds. No darkspawn, no venatori, no antaam. Just Rook's new family.

They were dragged out of the peaceful reverie when Lucanis hissed. All pretense of being asleep was cast aside and Rook crossed the room to his side. A quick examination found his hand in theirs. "You don't have to-” he began before Antonio shushed him.

They pressed a kiss to the side of his finger, where the knife had sliced off some skin. The air around them cooled as they channeled magic through their lips, to staunch the bleeding. "That should help until you can get it properly treated," Rook interrupted, squeezing his hand. "The little cuts always sting like a bitch."

"Got tired of playing two Crows in the kitchen?" he teased, though something felt off in his voice. His heart wasn't behind it. Lucanis squeezed their hand back, drawing their gaze to his eyes. Ah.

Antonio cupped his cheek, running their thumb along his cheekbones. The bags were dark under his eyes. "I'm just making sure that my big bad demon is taking care of himself," they responded, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Besides killing gods, he's the only one here who makes good coffee."

Lucanis stifled a laugh and kissed the palm of their hand. A clever distraction, which got him out of their grasp. "Oi, querido. I'm not a chef like you, but I can follow instructions. You're gonna hurt yourself," Antonio scolded, gently pushing him aside.

He tried one more time to return to the cutting board, but Rook kept him out of the way. "If you don't tell me what to do, I will find a way to burn pasta and ruin your hard work," they threatened. The look of horror on his face told Rook they won him over.

"The pepper and...," Lucanis paused as he looked for the word. He gestured to the long dark green vegetable he previously set aside.

"Zucchini. Nearly ruined a contract in Orlais by calling them that. Orlesians call them courgettes," Rook responded, carefully slicing the peppers into thin ribbons and then into small cubes.

"The pepper and zucchinis need to be cut small. Bellara won't eat them otherwise. Throw them in the pot when you're finished," he instructed.

A few moments passed before they heard Lucanis shuffling around, presumably making himself a cup of coffee. "Is diablillo causing problems again?" Rook asked.

"Toño..." he warned, before grinding the coffee beans. They let the noises of the kitchen fill the air. Antonio was more than happy to just be near him.

Once they finished chopping the pepper, they scraped it into the pot. As they began to chop the zucchini, Lucanis decided he wanted to respond: "I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness."

They removed the stem of the zucchini and began the work of finely slicing it. "And not because you're worried about Spite?" they queried.

The scent of the rich coffee wafted through the kitchen, cutting through the earthy scent of vegetables on the hob. They saw a cup set down on the far end of the counter in the periphery of their vision. Even through the ambience of the kitchen, they heard him take a sip of coffee. They smiled to themself. The little things.

"You know that if I fall asleep it will cause problems," he complained. They imagined he was scowling at his coffee. Probably gesturing a bit with the cup as well, having some sort of conversation with Spite. "Besides, I would rather you spend your time with me instead of Spite."

"And you should know better Lucanis," they chided, scraping the cut zucchini into the pot. "Diablillo is part of you. Taash and I are good at handling it. Neve and Bellara probably wouldn't mind pitching in."

Rook set down the knife and wiped their hands on the towel hung from Lucanis' waist. "I worry about you," they confessed, reaching for their coffee. "I'd be happier if you slept."

The next few moments were spent sipping coffee, side by side, the quiet simmer of the soup their back drop. "You, uh, probably should stir the pot," Lucanis eventually suggested. Rook nodded, setting their coffee down and moving to follow his instructions.

They pursed their lips and removed the lid, stirring the contents to ensure nothing stuck to the bottom. Focusing on the flame, they reduced the heat a bit. This little bit, they could do.

It seemed that easing his worries about Spite wasn't on the table. But they knew all it took was one mission going wrong. Varric was out of commission and they had to take charge. That tired, Lucanis was vulnerable in battle. His reactions were slower. With a taunt from the wrong opponent, Spite could escape his grip and do something Lucanis would regret.

These were consequences Lucanis would face. But it still tore Antonio up inside. "Mi luz, I'm sorry," Lucanis whispered. They must have started crying. He was holding them close, wiping tears from their face.

"I just worry about you. I know you're capable. I know you're strong. I just... I care Lucanis. That's the hard part," they sniffled. Being with Lucanis would have been easier if they treated it like a contract. Or like a way to burn off energy. But no, they got invested in his wellbeing.

Lucanis pulled them closer, burying himself into their shoulder. They wished, briefly, they were much shorter so Lucanis could engulf them. However, that would reduce the amount of blushing looks from him as he got caught staring at their chest.

"You know my mind, tesoro. You saw my doubts and fears and you soothed them. You saw how ugly it was," he declared.

Antonio interrupted, "S'not ugly." Sure, it was intense. But it was Lucanis unfiltered. They imagined most folks would have a messy mind.

"You're wrong. It's ugly in there. I'm still unwinding everything," he insisted.

"When I said I couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to you, I meant it. I want to be there. I want to help," they said as they caught their breath.

"You're impossible," he grumbled, before leaning foreward to kiss them. He had to get on his tiptoes until Antonio craned their neck down for him. Sweet, quick, close.

When they pulled apart, Rook whispered, "I've heard being held can help you fall asleep."

Lucanis laughed as he planted one more kiss against Antonio's lips. "I hate that Spite is agreeing with you right now," he chuckled.

"It's gonna find out really quickly that I'm really boring," they smirked. "Now how long do I have you before dinner is ready?

[vangbelsing]

The Sweetest Cure

I regret to inform you that I have, in fact, been at it again. Just a teeny little something for more Lucanis and a qunari healer mage Rook. It has my brain in a chokehold 😭

Pairing: Lucanis X Qunari!Rook

Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, (Nonbinary) Rook

Content: Slight NSFW, not explicit but very suggestive, angst, hurt and comfort, mention of slight disfigurement, Rook is a former saarebas

His fingers traced the thin scars that seemed to lead like pathways across their body. From the base near their under arm, he dragged the very tips of his dexterous digits to follow along the trail left there, which lead down to the very edge of their hip. He felt the shiver that ripped through their body; heard the small hitch of their breath as his hands met each curve and bump along their ribs and hips.

He could not suppress the small quirk of his lips in response to this, leaning forward to plant a kiss on their bared shoulder, drinking in the scent of their skin. He noted the hint of soft floral notes in their fragrance.

His name fell from their lips in a heady sigh, the sound teetering on the edge of desperation. For him. He chuckled at that, planting another peck to their shoulder before moving his hands back upwards to rest on their ribs just under their humble breasts.

How many bodies had he held in his hands? How many times did he apply his knowledge of the body to bring about anothers end? To bring pain - or the threat of it - in order to coax information from another? He could hurt, maim and kill in so many fashions. Truly, it was for him like stacking papers was for others: just another thing you do. And he could do it well. None were so versed in mapping out the body and the most efficient ways to end them.

But not here. Here, his hands felt less practiced. Not unknown, but unfamiliar. Here, when he felt the soft pump of blood in their veins beneath that pale, nearly ivory skin, his thoughts weren't drawn to ceasing its flow, but how to quicken it. When he would move a hand to feel the thrum of their heart against its cage, he found himself thinking not how to stop it, merely that he wanted to feel it there, pumping madly in response to his every movement and caress.

He was out of his element here, touching softly, letting his hands linger there on parts left so sweetly for his gaze only. Perhaps another who knew more of living than of killing could do this better? Yet, even as he questioned, he could feel so potently the way their skin burned under his touch, hear the sound of their heart and breathing racing each time he pressed against a particularly sensitive place. It was not his specialty, true, but he wanted more. He needed to drink in this sensation, and they would let him do so gladly.

They turned then to face him, his eyes level with their chest before he tilted his head to catch their gaze. There was frenzy in that stare, their lids hooded and dark orbs glossy and wet. But there was more than lust. Somewhere, not so far beneath the surface, was a tenderness so unfamiliar to him. And how it was not hidden from him, the way they invited him to see that depth of them freely and openly, mystified him. The feeling of his lips left separate from theirs was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

His eyes moved slightly down to their mouth - to where he most wanted to feel - only to stop suddenly, the threat of displeasure tugging at the corners of his lips. Not displeasure at them, no, but at what he recognized there. It filled his chest with a glacial shard of discomfort each time he thought of it.

Their mouth was littered with scars; the ghosts of holes and stitches, marks where they been sealed shut for years beyond what he cared to count. Their punishment for being born a mage. How much suffering were they forced to endure for the crime of simply being how they were? Yet, such abject cruelty had left them no less caring. No less gentle. When one could have come away from such a life bitter or hateful, they had chosen to do what had been the sole purpose for their misfortune: to simply be as they were.

To mend pain. To heal. To act as a balm to bodies and hearts that had been left ailing. To use the magic that had been spoken of like a curse the whole of their life to do just what they had been told was anathema to its very existence: to do good. Perhaps, he thought, that this was the essence of their nature? Not the magic or their suffering from those who had cursed it, but the gentleness. The good.

As if to call him back from his mind, he felt their fingers rest at the edge of his jaw, tilting his head back up to meet their gaze. They smiled sweetly before placing a kiss at his brow, the feeling of their lips against him delicate and careful, as if they had been afraid of shattering the most fragile of porcelain. Perhaps they felt as he did when they looked at him? Had he not been through too much? His life had never been so idyllic, after all.

Lacing their fingers together, he watched their hands intertwine with pure reverence. If, out in the world there was a ceaseless haze of misery and injustice, then for now, he would stay in here. For now, they could find safety in each other. He could try to show them the deeper parts of his being; to give them a minute, an hour, a day to feel that salve of skin warming skin. To be blanketed in utter gratitude for the mere act of offering your person so freely, like feeling your kindness could touch more than just a heart.

As if he, too, could heal. If only just for an evening.

[sca3a]

Panic Attack - Emmrich Volkarin x NB!Rook

Anxiety is building. It fills them up, making their nerves fire all at once. Not even the anxious fidgeting is helping - that which has always been a tell that something is wrong.

“Tarquin must have loved you.”

No, he hadn't.

“Went on a stake out with him once. Turns out I “fidget too much”.”

But this wasn't a stake out. This was the real deal, and everything began to add up. D'meta's crossing, Treviso blighted, Weisshaupt. And even though they had managed to fight two - two - blighted dragons in Hossberg, they felt as if they were breaking under the pressure. 

Walking aimlessly through the Lighthouse, their feet seem to have led them to the only person who might have a solution. 

They hesitantly knocked on Emmrich's door, opening it before the professor had a chance to respond, walked in and began pacing back and forth in front of the desk.

The professor looked up from the letter he was in the middle of writing, a pleasant smile on his lips.

“Ah, Ro-” He immediately grew quiet when he saw the state they were in, a worried frown settling in between his brows.

He got up from the chair, stepping to place himself in their path. When they stood before him, he gently placed his hands on their shoulders - determinedly, but not forcefully, keeping them still.

“Taleasin.” Their name rolled off his tongue, like water into a goblet, and it was enough to break the worst of the anxious trance.

They looked up at Emmrich, meeting his gentle brown eyes. There was unspoken worry in them as they slowly and meticulously traced Taleasin's features, as if he was trying to read his mind.

“My dear, what has caused you such distress?”

Taleasin lowered their gaze, fixating it on their hands that were still fidgeting - now with the seam of their sleeve. 

“Everything I do -”

“Is good enough,” Emmrich's voice was gentle but firm. “I do not want you to think otherwise, even for a second.”

The elf raised their gaze again, but struggled to meet the professor's. “But -”

Emmrich let his hands slowly travel down Taleasin's arms, making small circular movements as they did. Once he reached their hands he took them, holding them and tracing small circles into their palms with his thumbs. 

“I can not even begin to fathom the pressure you are under, my dear, but there is one thing I know for certain - you are doing everything you can.” He leaned forth slightly, just enough to press a gentle kiss to their forehead. “You have the biggest heart I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, Tal, and I am forever grateful that you allow me to share in it with you. But do promise me one thing.”

“Whatever you want.”

“That you come to me, immediately, when these thoughts intrude.”

Taleasin, feeling more calm than they had done in days, nodded slowly. “I promise.”

A satisfied smile graced Emmrich's lips and he leaned in again, this time catching Taleasin's lips in a loving kiss. “Good, dearest.”

[koric]

I've come to like them despite kind of giving up in the cc so I could get playing.

[lemonlilactea]

I'm gonna post my Google doc of stuff for Grier, I'm sure it'll expand later but this is it so far

Grier Ingellvar

Mourn Watcher

Elf

Mage

Nonbinary they/them

26 or 27 probably

Magical lightning shaped facial scarring from a spell gone wrong, right eye partially blind

Long black curls, ghostly pale (haha Mourn watcher pale), left eye light green/blue and right eye dark black under the visible blindness (spell result)

Found by undead as a baby, raised in Nevarra, joined mourn watch after learning they were a mage. Connected to the undead because of being found. Kind of sarcastic, cheerful in a snarky way, but can be threatening when needed. Not scared of dying, but scared of losing people. Never admits this openly.

Tends to visit Varric after almost every mission for advice or simply to check in.

Good friends with Emmrich, Lace is their best friend, nearly. Saved Treviso.

Loves animals, loves collecting their skeletons just to display (and maybe for chores, shut up). Romanced Lucanis, saved Solas, he and Lavellan went into the Fade. Davrin died to end Ghilan'nain.

After the end, they just want to stay locked in their room for weeks, to grieve and process. Lucanis is the one to break the gloom cloud now, bringing food and tea and affection. Rook already had a good rapport with Spite, and that too grows in strength as the host and demon both make a goal to keep Rook safe as long as they'd allow it (they'll allow it forever). Spite says they smell like earth, like wilted flowers and the scent after rain.

[crookedlydecaffeinatedprince]

Finally did more art of my Rook. A bit self-indulgent, I love them your honor.

[whos-your-space-daddy]

What about 2, 3, 10, and 11 for the rook ask game?😊

Oh my god yes!

Here you go!

2. How did Rook get the nickname? What do they think of it?

Varric obviously.

And Rook absolutely loves it. The only thing he's got left over from his bio parents is that they called him Daw and he just kept it when he transitioned because it was easier. He doesnt even remember if it was a nickname or his real name. Rook was the first nickname he was given post transition and it feels so much like him now that he uses it more than his own name.

He still keeps Daw to honour his parents and the years with the crows but everyone calls him Rook now.

3. What was Rook’s life before their faction?

Rook cant remember anything much from before the crows. He was only about 5 or 6 at the time. He has flashes of being chased by darkspawn, then red and then nothing. He doesnt even remember arriving in Treviso, just his fathers voice and being so cold and then being warm and safe and never seeing his father again. And then the training.

He knows now what happened to his father, and what he assumes happened to his mother but at this point the De Riva's and the rest of the crows are better known as family to him. Viago and Teia through years of training have fallen into a role somewhere between parents and older siblings. But most of his life has been with the crows now that hes in his late twenties, so he doesnt remember much from before.

10. Does Rook know their history? Do they know of the HoF, Hawke, the Inquisitor?

Rooks parents were killed when he was young during the time of the blight(i.e origins) They were just travelling through Thedas when they were set upon by darkspawn and his mother was killed and his father was blighted.

Most of what hes learned about the world has been from biased accounts, gossip and most accurately from Varric/Harding.

Rook has been helping Harding and Varric for over a year now. So hes heard most of Varrics stories about Kirkwall and his time in Haven and Skyhold. Hes not sure he believes them all however bc hes heard Varric some of their tales, but hes a big ol fanboy when he meets Isabela, Dorian and The Inquisitor. And Varric quickly become subject to hero worship, and takes a fatherly role with Rook

The hero of ferelden is more of a myth to him, although he arguably knows hes real. He was just too young to really absorb what was happening properly in the world at that time. Hes also heard less stories about him although he knows he was a human noble warden.

11. Does Rook keep up with current events? (How aware of the situation are they at the start of the game?)

Rook has been hunting with Harding and Varric for a good while and has heard every story there is to hear about Solas and then some. In a way he's weirdly come to think of Solas as a friend of his as well. Which is why even though he's frustrated with him he is still very kind And gives him (frankly too many) chances to atone.

[bloodycyrano]

So.. The blood dragon armor essentially stays in my inventory for the entirety of origins because my HOF is a rogue (I can't live without lockpicking), and I pre-ordered Veilguard because I am an obsessive little goblin with hundreds of hours in the franchise. (NOTE: I haven't actually been able to play DATV because my PC crashes every time I get out of character creator.)

My Rook is a warden and a warrior class; whom I headcannon as having been mentored by the Hero of Ferelden.

I've decided their name is Revenant because when they came out as nonbinary, my HOF took them to their private quarters at the peak and helped them pick a name. When she asked Rook what they wanted their new name to be, they didn't know. So she asked what they envisioned themself as when they fight.

The real answer was always the warden commander herself.. But Rev couldn't say that. So instead, they envisioned the most devastating being they could. One that in an odd way, they admired.

"A revenant"

They remembered the first time they saw one, after coming to the peak.. Rev almost died in that fight after hitching a ride in the wardens caravan when they had been told to stay put. Rook never did listen..

"Well, Rev.. If you're going to fight like a revenant, you better be equipped like one. I've held onto this for years.. A very strong warrior wore this armor once, when I ended the blight. A dear friend of mine, Sten.. I hope you will always wear the crest of the grey wardens, mind you. But this armor is yours now."

Idk, this might be stupid, but I love this idea so much.

[lelianassong]

Title: Wonders of the Fade Fandom: Dragon Age Pairing: Neve/Rook Rating: Explicit Category: Gay AF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA