#rook x Lucanis x spite

[cosmiccrushes]

when you find out rookanis made ao3 top 100 fastest-growing ships

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here's the link to the stats if you wanna check it out

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And you can find me here while I'm at it 💞 🐦‍⬛😈

[pimsri]

how dare, Lucanis!!

[annoyed-galaxy]

Another fun thought I have about Lucanis/Spite and Rook.

Spoilers for Lucanis romance

Rook and Lucanis obviously need sleep at some point and since Lucanis and Spite come to an agreement, Lucanis can start to sleep some more. I find it funny how the post-Fade romance scene, Rook just says they can play cards with Spite or something (like Spite wasn't there the entire time they were doing the deed). However, what happens when Lucanis and Rook do actually sleep?

I like to think that Spite just holds Rook. Lucanis is asleep and he has free reign of the body for as long as Lucanis is asleep. Normally he would sleepwalk and wander, but he likes holding Rook. You'd think maybe he'd get bored of lying in bed, doing nothing, but not really. He loves Rook so much and doesn't want to let go of them. He's so possessive that in the moments where both Lucanis and Rook are asleep, he just lays there holding Rook and cherishing the moment to have them in his arms. To be able to hold and touch them.

Anyway, I just love the dynamic these three have and absolutely love imaging my Rook handling both of his boyfriends according to their needs.

[viasolaris]

what if i was the duke of toissant and you were my loyal guardsmen miaoow

[artemisiavulgaris1114]

this is maybe a wild take cause I know there are a lot of Lucanis/Rook/Spite truthers out there and I fully support that interpretation and think it's wholly valid.

my personal headcanon is that Spite is intrigued by this whole "love" thing they got going on and he starts studying it, trying to figure out how he can manipulate and direct it to his advantage. he ends up learning things like healthy communication, compassion and interdependence in order to try and help facilitate and nurture their relationship. he recognizes their bond only strengthens their individual traits, he's interested in this whole 1+1=3 thing. he just wants them to love each other because as it turns out, it directly benefits him.

now... that is some relatable shit. they've just become his blorbos. spite freaking out internally for the majority of the game like "NOW KISS DAMMIT!!!!1" yeah buddy, we feel you

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

i'll be honest i think spite would actually be entirely disinterested in sex/romance (it just falls outside his purview). but we can all agree if he did care to participate the only kink he'd be into is orgasm denial

[pixelizedprince]

🪶💜🪶💜🪶

If there's one good thing about being a trained Rivaini Seer it's that you and your demon boyfriend can tag team your grumpy boyfriend in bed.

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Mage Half-Elf fem!Rook (Margaux) x Lucanis x Spite

1.5 K

Lucanis/Sprite referred with occasional they/them pronouns

Jumpscare - Italian Petnames

Explicit (Teasing, Orgasm Denial, Threesome)

“Mar. Marks Him. For Us.” Spite's glow snatched the moment, offering Lucanis’ bare neck to the mage. 

A giddy squeal escaped Margaux as she bounced up and down, rhythm of the three fully in motion. Her lipstick had already been ruined, well spread across Lucanis’ face; she freshly blushed, eyeing up and down his muscular throat. “Oh do I now?” She managed to pant, one hand bracing herself on their thigh, the other hooked around their neck, fingers tangled in Lucanis’ downy black hair. 

“Please.” Spite’s growl came with a buck, hands affixed on either side of her soft hips keeping her balance and their movement in stride. 

Margaux gasped, a squeaky and bubbly noise, trying her best to remember the words to tease. “Su-ch, manners. Good boy- Ahh- Of course, Love.” She smiled wickedly as she leaned forward and roughly met with Lucanis’ neck, wet lips parting and sinking her teeth in, gently, but firmly, and working her tongue against the skin. 

Spite let out a pleased hiss that hitched into Lucanis’ shudder. “Nnngh you little demons, the both of you.” His words vibrated against Margaux's lips as she trailed purplish love bites from collarbone to ear, nipping his ear and tittering in joy. Despite his complaints, Lucanis continued to thrust and moan.

“You know you - mhhm - love us~!” Margaux smiled and kissed him proper, her grip on the prince of crows tightening. “Baby, I'm getting cl-close.” She wrapped both arms around them and gripped their back, desperate. Her curly hair falling behind her shoulders as she tilted her head back. Lucanis smirked, and as Margaux arched her back, he halted his vigorous movement. 

“W-Why?!?” Margaux whined and ground down greedily, Lucanis twitching against her attempt. 

The crow barked out a laugh, pulling his right hand from it's place on her hip and trailing it up her side, across her curves and dips, rudely avoiding her breasts and instead raised it to run through her curly hair. The crow kissed her pouting mouth. “Vita Mia, he wants this even more than you. What Spite did was very naughty.” Lucanis wrapped a curl between his fingers and pressed his lips to the strands, taking in the sweetness of her floral soaps and feeling the magic of Spite rippling through his mind, freshly, angrily flustered at the goading of the scent. It took a lot out of him to contain the spirit and he could see the doubled vision as Spite threw a flash of a tantrum. 

“Lucanis! LET! US! ENJOY!” The ghost of the demon shouted, a separate face but the words spilling from his own lips. Lucanis bit his own lip and pulled out, withholding a proper finish.

“Lucanis please!!” Margaux gave her biggest, sweetest eyes paired with a clawing at his back, begging to continue. She continued to shift where she sat, her body begged for relief, to be full of them. 

“Just a moment…” Lucanis freed his hand from her hair, and delicately traced the marks Margaux had freshly coaxed across his own skin. Pressure on the fresh bruises stung in a way that made their cock twitch. (No Fair!!! No Fair!!! Mar Did Good Job! Want To Make Lucanis Finish! Make Loves Happy!)) Lucanis squinted his eyes and shook his head as Spite echoed inside his mind. The crow's fingertips wet from where Margaux's tongue had traced. He dragged nails down his own throat, pulling thin reddened lines down the shaved stubble of his neck, brushing through his own chest hair, managing a cruel and teasing phantom touch across his own left nipple before his hand trembled with a violet force. Spite raked the hand the rest of the way down Lucanis’ front, digging his nails into a claw on his thigh, threatening to draw blood. One wrist caught by the demon, perfectly painted nails wrapped around the other, Margaux intertwined her digits with the other hand that still gripped her hip. 

The show that Lucanis had made of himself for Spite was making her feel crazed. She needed them inside her now. “Spite, Love, help me out please.” 

A gravelly chuckle rasped from Lucanis’ still bitten lip, a bruise forming there as the two before her were teasing themself, Lucanis hard and already starting to leak. Margaux leaned forward with force and kissed them both, sucking Lucanis bottom lip from their own teeth and into her mouth, Lucanis moaning into her breath. Gently, teasingly Margaux eased herself back on their length, humming a series of small whimpers into Lucanis’ neck, his hands still held by both her and the spirit, bond and unable to refuse their pleading any longer. 

“Gods DAMMIT!” Lucanis playfully huffed, hearing Spite snicker in his mind as Margaux restored her previous pace. The crow near immediately breaking his feigned annoyance as he rejoined her tempo in thrusting again. As she bounced her breasts heaved repeatedly into his face. Lucanis nuzzled into the softness of her, kissing at her moles, avarice fogging his mind as he lapped at her chest, teeth scraping across her nipples, across her curves as she bobbed and clasped around him. He could see tears forming in her eyes. His own emotions getting the best of him as he quickened his thrusts, getting rougher and freeing her breasts from his mouth, he instead pulled himself closer to her ear, endlessly praising her in the tongue of trade, Antivian, Orlesian, anything his mind could think of, and some things that Spite willed to be known.

“Margaux. Vita, you are so beautiful, doing so well - MAR FEELS. LIKE EXCITEMENT. - You are mesmerizing, we want you to - CUM - Spite! ” Lucanis rapidly frowned as the spirit wheezed an ugly laugh.

Margaux nearly stumbled at her pace as she let out a lightheaded singsong-y laugh, muttering between kissing them. “Oh, Oh ahh, hmm, my loves, oh my loves, my wonderful boys, You are, both, doing so good ahh, Oh - fuuuck!!!” With a last few big hops Margaux convulsed and dug her nails into his shoulders, beautiful black curls haloing her as she threw her head back one last time, incomprehensible cries and euphoria hitting her at last. 

Lucanis could feel his vision blur as purple plucked at the edge of his consciousness. Margaux melted into his chest, both hands snaking their way into his hair and she tugged at his roots, Lucanis heaving as his own climax was right on the edge. 

“Lucanis. Wants. Needs. To. Finish?” A mockery from his own lips, the crow could almost cry in frustration as the demon inside of him was holding him, wavering on the edge, in a state of agony or ecstasy that could be achieved in this final moment.  

“Well, Lucanis, did we do good enough for you?” Margaux's teasing tone breathless as he remained inside of her, she swayed her hips, lulling him along, truly transforming Lucanis’ want into a wretched anguishing need, just as Spite had spoken.

“Ti prego!! Cattivo, Vita! Per Favore!” Lucanis snapped, his body being used by the two of his loves and he couldn't take it anymore, he bucked wildly, Margaux held onto him, both with her arms and herself warm upon and around him. Spite vibrating in his mind, detached his hold on Lucanis' senses, freeing his grasp on the man. The climax finally flashed through Lucanis as the denied orgasm quaked him at last. Spite trilled, a sound nearly like a purr, and ghostly feathers flapped erratically at his people being happy. Lucanis wanted to roll his eyes at the spectral display but Spite had earned his wings tonight. 

Margaux let out a satisfied gasp as the shockwaves of Lucanis’ warmth and her trembling self finally parted, pooled heat between the three of them a damn fine mess. 

Lucanis kissed her deeply, clumsily. Like it was the only air he'd ever get to breathe again. Margaux giggled once more, freshly exhausted and happy. Her smile was heavenly as she draped herself over his chest, laying on her stomach to look up at him, running her fingers through his beard. “My Loves.” She hummed, eyes glancing from Lucanis’ flushed face and the phantom purple shade, a doubled vision, a near perfect replica, that lazily smiled down at her as well. 

“My Loves.” Lucanis responded, one hand wrapped around her back, claiming Margaux and holding her close to his chest, the other extended at his side, resting in the phantasmal purple shadow of wings that embraced him and Margaux both. 

“Loves.” Spite's voice thick with emotion, magic, promise, warmed them all.

It sure as hell wasn't conventional but the three had carved out their own version of happiness, together. “Loves.” Love spoke anew. Quietly, calmly, unceremoniously, the three rested together, together, together.  

[clairedelune-13]

Oh, dear, here I am overthinking again.

During that scene, when his wings come out?

There are two possibilities as to why that happens.

1. He’s getting excited.

OR

2. Spite wants to join.

[pinka-pink]

They're so stupid why are they so stupid and why I love them

[2wardens1blight]

"No one from House Dellamorte kneels."

"You're really here."

[cosmiccrushes]

This Isn't A Good Idea

Lucanis x Rook x Spite || 1.5k words

on ao3 too

summary: just a little scene expansion. couldn't resist thinking about what Lucanis and Spite went to talk about after that almost kiss.

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Lucanis shudders back into his body, standing in his room. He shakes his head to clear the layer of fog over him. Rook is several paces away, watching. 

“Rook?”

“You were sleepwalking.” 

“Spite was sleepwalking.” Insufferable demon. 

“He didn’t go anywhere. Nothing happened,” Rook offers, as if that makes up for what his negligence has allowed. 

A frustrated twitch of Lucanis’ head. “I didn’t want you to see that. Again.”

“Nothing I’m seeing makes me want to look away,” Rook replies, a soothing balm to his anxiety. 

“How do you always do that?” The marvel filters through his words like sunlight. Threatening to illuminate what should remain in the dark. 

“Do what?” She asks, brows scrunched in confusion. 

“Break apart my perfectly gathered clouds of doom.” He gives her the truth, which he so often subterfuges to hold her at arm's length. “You deserve better than to deal with my mess.” A warning, a plea. 

A glint sparks in Rook’s eyes. “You’re more than what you’re going through. And you wear it well.” A heat bubbles beneath her words, warming his blood.

“This isn’t a good idea.” Lucanis steps towards her anyway, a demon pulled in by the thing it craves. 

“Sometimes a bad idea is better.” Her voice crackles over him, smoldering charcoal on the coldest night.

“You like to walk a little close to the edge.” Lucanis’ voice drops low of its own accord. He leans into her space, places his arm against the wall by her head. A physical barrier to hold his distance from her. He does not feel his usual control over his actions. It’s the wanting guiding him now. He’s so tired of fighting it. She makes it so hard to fight it, with those eyes always looking at him as if she sees him, all of him. 

Rook matches him, leaning in, a seductive smile curling her lips. She taps a finger to his chest. “So do you.” 

“At least I know I’m doing it.” Does he, though? Know what he’s doing right now? As his head tilts to meet Rook’s. As he inhales her sweet, earthy scent. 

Melon…and woodsmoke, Spite whispers. A thrum of pleasure radiates off the demon, blending with Lucanis’ own elation in the moment. 

Lucanis halts, drawing back from Rook. “I…need to clear my head.” He walks backwards away from her, horrified with himself. “Excuse me.” 

He exits before she can respond, not looking back. He can’t bear to see if there is hurt on her face, anger, or perhaps just a sorrowful resignation. He grows weary of denying himself, but he’s not sure what he would do if she ceased giving him something to deny.  

Lucanis walks briskly, climbing the stairs to the balcony outside of the dining hall. Air, he needs air. He needs to chase away the smell of Rook lingering on his skin. 

Spite hisses his frustration against Lucanis’ teeth. Why. Did you leave? 

Lucanis ignores the demon, hands gripping hard onto the balcony’s railing.

We want Rook! Go back to Rook! 

“No! You don’t get to want anything. You don’t get to have anything!” Lucanis’ jaw hurts from how hard he grits his teeth. 

Why. Deny us this? Spite asks, genuine curiosity in his question. 

It is not safe for her. Lucanis can’t believe he’s having an argument about a woman with a demon. 

At first, he had tried not to pay attention to Spite’s growing obsession with Rook. But whenever he was in the same room as her, Spite was there, banging against his mental cage, demanding to speak to Rook. Bloodying Lucanis’ nose when he refused the demon. Even when Spite was quiet, Lucanis could feel him tracking Rook’s movements. A hunter stalking unsuspecting prey. It chilled Lucanis’ blood. He didn’t know what Spite’s intentions were and he refused to give the demon the chance to act upon them.

This couldn’t keep happening. Lucanis could not lose control over Spite. Nightmare visions of surfacing to consciousness, finding himself hovering over her unmoving body haunted his every waking moment. You didn’t get to kiss a woman you were secretly terrified of murdering in your sleep, Lucanis reprimands himself. 

Why not…it is what…you want, Spite coaxes. Smells so good…

Like melon and woodsmoke, Lucanis registers Spite’s earlier whisper. 

“Stop smelling her, demon.” Lucanis wants to bash himself against closed fists. Anything to dull the demon's leisurely stroll through his mind and senses. 

Can’t stop…you won’t stop…

Lucanis sighs. Therein lies the crux of his problems. Was it Spite who was obsessed with Rook…or him? Did Spite’s eyes follow her in every room, or did Lucanis’? It’s not the first time he’s faced this revelation. 

From the moment Rook broke into his watery prison, he'd been intoxicated by her. A woman so fearless that she dared to stand against gods. Her own gods, even. Dared to believe in others to do the same. She'd come for the Demon of Vyrantium. When she found a literal demon in his place, she did not bat an eye. She has never once looked at him like he is an abomination. 

Yes… Rook understands us, Spite persuades. 

“That doesn't mean anything! It's my responsibility to protect her.” As a fellow Crow, of course. Viago would take out his own contract on Lucanis if anything happened to Rook. Then Viago would fulfill it himself, slowly. 

Protect her? From what? Spite sounds so earnestly surprised by this that it gives Lucanis pause. 

“From your spite.” Lucanis feels mildly absurd, reminding a demon of its nature. 

Another hiss from Spite. I do not want to hurt Rook! 

Lucanis wishes he had a mirror so he could stare at the demon behind his eyes. “Then what do you want?” Lucanis asks cautiously. He’d assumed that, even a demon infatuated, would not diverge from its inherent nature.   

Spite’s contemplative grumble rumbles through his mind. Melon and woodsmoke… The demon breathes. Venom and vengeance in her heart…

Lucanis waits but Spite says no more. So you like the way she smells…and her anger? 

Spite hums his affirmative. We like our blades…striking with hers. We like our malice…drawing blood.

This, Lucanis has felt too. How their steps synced in a dance of retribution against the Venatori. Every swing of her blade a wrathful reckoning. Lucanis caught himself daydreaming more than once about what it might be like to take a contract with her after all of this was behind them. What it might be like to take every contract with her.

An unfamiliar and alarming feeling for Lucanis to deal with. He didn't think of people like this, with yearnings for long term plans. By the time he caught himself in daydreams of Rook, it was too late to unravel whether he or Spite had felt it first. It hardly mattered anyway, it didn't change what Lucanis felt and it couldn't change what he must do about it. Which was nothing.

You're scared, Spite observes. 

“I'd be a fool not to be wary of a demon,” Lucanis snaps back. 

True, Spite acquiesces. But not…with Rook. I would not hurt her. The demon pauses for a moment. I would not hurt something…so important to you. 

Lucanis is baffled. “Why? You are Spite. It's in your nature to hurt.” 

Spite is silent for so long Lucanis thinks he won't answer. Then the demon materializes next to him. A disturbing, shadowy replica of himself. 

This is why, Spite gestures to himself. We are trapped. Together. Hurting you so deep, Spite growls, tossing his head. Would hurt me. 

Lucanis watches him thoughtfully. “It would hurt you, because you care about Rook too.” 

Spite bares his teeth but doesn't disagree. Rook knows us. We trust Rook. Rook is ours. 

Lucanis can feel Spite’s possessiveness flow through his own veins, twisting around his heart. “She's a person. You don't own someone.” Lucanis chastises. 

Then what? Again Spite's curiosity is so solemn that Lucanis can't help but laugh, short and rough. 

“Mierda. I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “I've never–” He swallows hard. “It's only ever been Rook.”

Only Rook, Spite echos, nodding his head. 

Lucanis turns, leaning against the wooden railing. “Of all the things to have in common with a demon,” he says, shaking his head. 

We can go back to Rook now? Spite asks eagerly. 

“No,” Lucanis says sharply, earning him a howl of outrage. “Like I said, this isn't a good idea.” 

Rook likes bad ideas! Spite yells indignantly. 

The demon certainly isn’t wrong about that. But at least this was one bad idea he could prevent.

Rook. Gets. To choose. Lucanis hates how Spite isn’t wrong about this either. It should be Rook’s decision. It’s not Lucanis’ place to make it for her. But the thought of revealing this strange reality to her petrifies him.  

He sighs, leaning forward on the railing, the wood edges digging painfully into his elbows. How was he to explain to Rook that not one, but two demons have fallen in love with her?

[vorchagirl]

Kash De Riva has some very real and intense feelings for Spite.

She juuuuust doesn't know it yet!

😈🫦❤️‍🔥

[viasolaris]

made this as a new years gift for bestie !! i painted them separately first but stitched them together in the end. feels better this way

[therookandthecrow]

Earlier on, I was all about Rook/Emmrich/Davrin/Lucanis/Spite as the poly ship for my canon Rook, Aloisius (/Lethanavir), but now I am all about Rook/Lucanis/Teia/Viago/Spite as the superior poly ship for him. My Rook is now quite close with the Antivan Crows as a faction, not just with Lucanis, and he loves the city of Treviso. And maybe he wants to be sandwiched between Lucanis and Viago while they address Lucanis' unresolved crush on him.

[annoyed-galaxy]

More specific headcanons for my Rook and Lucanis/Spite

My Rook loves wings. He loves the various types of wings of different winged creature from birds to dragons. He likes feathers and scales and wishes he could have his own. He spends time sketching the wing structure of the various crows and ravens around the city during his Crow training. He has tattoos of wings on his arms and face. He had the ashes of his sister carved into his back in the shape of wings.

He just loves wings.

It's part of the reason he was so happy to be taken in by the Crows with the whole wing motif.

So imagine when he meets Lucanis and sees the wings out of this man. As a mage, Antonio clocks it immediately that Lucanis is possessed, can sense the demon. But he can sense the dissonance between demon and host. Something's not completely right.

Later learning that Spite is the one controlling the wings, there's a point in their relationship where Antonio cracks and asks to draw Spite's wings. Both Lucanis and Spite are surprised, but give in anyways (because how could they so no to their adorable boyfriend). So, they go to the meditation room and Lucanis sits on the floor and Spite spreads his wings. Lucanis watches the fish in the aquarium while listening to the quiet sounds of pencil on paper.

Then, cause Antonio is a mage, he reaches out and touches the wings. It's the strangest feeling ever. The wings are both physical and not. He couldn't pluck a phantom feather out if he wanted to, but he can feel the wispiness of the wings between his fingers. Lucanis finds out very quickly that the wings, while in this weird metaphysical state, are still very much connected to his body and he can feel them. Spite can too and it's extremely weird for Spite because that part of him has never been touched before, especially not with as much care and grace as Antonio does.

Antonio is fascinated by the properties of Spite's wings and, while Antonio has never been a smart and technical mage, he still writes down some theories he has about the wings, something to bring up to the smarter mages -- Bellara and Emmrich -- later on.

Of course, there's also a point where Lucanis takes Taash's advice and he and Spite take Antonio out on a fly. It's the best thing ever. Antonio is completely amazed and exhilarated at flying something he's always wanted to do. He's also in the arms of a very handsome man so how can he possibly complain?

There's just something about Lucanis and Spite's wings that fascinate Antonio and he always gets excited seeing them pop out. Spite feels happy, to say the least, that he's appreciated in this way. It's a very different feeling than the time in the Ossurary.

[maggietem]

They all make me think of Rook x Lucanis x Spite uwu