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Chapter 3 of my Lucanis x Rook Pre-VG fic

Man, this chapter got really angsty somehow, I made poor Viago cry lol and still cute at the end because I love me some Lucanis POV. Little Rook finally sparked his interest and Illario is so not happy. Little excerpt after the link!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62845831/chapters/171914041

Haleira barely heard it. Her ears rang. Her knees buckled, and she hit the ground hard, one arm still pressed over the wound. Somewhere in the chaos, Viago screamed her name, and the sheer desperation in it nearly broke her. Then her head was in his lap, his hands on hers, trying to stop the bleeding, and his other hand stroking her cheek. Gentle. Frantic. “Press harder. You’re losing too much blood. Help is coming. I swear it’s coming. Just—just hold on, Haleira. You're okay. You're going to be okay." She blinked up at him, vision going hazy around the edges, but managed a weak, wobbly smile. “You don’t… have to panic like that, Viago…” Her voice was a rasp. “Although… it’s kind of a nice sight.” She tried to laugh. It hurt. Gods, it *hurt*. Viago looked horrified. His expression twisted into something raw. “*Mierda*, Haleira! You absolute—fucking *idiot*! Why the hell would you come here? Why fight? You’re a fledgling! You have no experience! What kind of suicidal lunatic throws herself into this madness—and for *me*?” Something warm splashed onto her cheek. Wet. She blinked again, more slowly this time. Viago was crying. Viago. The brother who never cried. Who mocked her for crying. She tried to lift her hand, wanted to touch his face, but her fingers were heavy. Too heavy. “I *did* kill some Crows before coming here,” she whispered, her voice thin, eyes fluttering. He blinked, something like pride flickering across his face—but it was quickly drowned by the grief in his eyes, like it broke him further. “And look where that got you.” Another tear fell. “Viago…” Her lips quirked. “Crying… doesn’t suit you.” “Shut up," he snapped, but his voice cracked, and the tears kept falling. “You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna fix this. Just stay with me.” She nodded, though it felt like lifting a mountain.

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Finished Rook for a friend

I love her

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Solavellan Chapter 30 (finally)

Damn, it's been 4 months since my last update, but personal shit kept piling up I didn't manage to write, mentally or timewise. But here I am and channelled my feelings into parts of this chapter, hope you enjoy! Little excerpt after the link!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51173248/chapters/170499568

“About Amatisha…" Felassan’s voice was quieter now. Measured. "You really don't plan to tell her? You love her. Even if you won't say it, it’s written all over you. I’ve never seen you like this before. Doesn’t she deserve to know who her lover *truly* is? Especially considering her past?” Solas exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face like it could wipe away the truth. “It is precisely because of her past that I cannot reveal it to her. That is only part of it. The mark she bears—*it is mine.* If she were to learn what I once intended—what I *still* intend—she would never forgive me. Worse still, she might lose herself completely. She could turn that fury inward... or against those around her. If she loses control…” He paused. Darkness flickered in his eyes. “And then there is *that* presence within her. If it really is Falon’Din, then whatever remains of him does not encourage a warm, fuzzy fondness for the Evanuris. Even if I oppose them now—I once stood among them. You know this. She will not see the difference—only betrayal. To her, I will be no different from the ones that wronged her. I cannot risk that, Felassan.” For once, he hoped the other elf would understand. But Felassan never left anything unsaid. And what he said next landed like a fist to Solas’s chest. “Can’t risk it—or just *won’t*?” His voice was quiet, pointed. “You're not worried about what she'll do. You’re scared. Scared she’ll *see* you. Really see you. And you don’t believe she’ll look past it, or maybe... it’s not about *her* at all. Maybe *you’re* the one who can’t face it. You’re afraid she’ll get to you, that she’ll pull you off the path you’ve paved so carefully with all your pain and your damn pride. She *changes* you, Solas. She’s in your blood, your bones. That’s what terrifies the others—what terrifies *you*. You don’t want to soften. You still want to be the big, bad Dread Wolf who everyone respects and fears. Because if you let yourself feel it, really feel it, maybe you stop being the Dread Wolf. Maybe you stop being the legend, and just become... a man. And you've worn the myth for so long, you don't remember how to be anything else." Felassan leaned in, voice fierce with conviction. “But that woman *loves* you, idiot. And yes, she'd probably forgive you—Dirthamen knows why. She already sees more of you than you think, and it’s not the monster you think you are. She doesn't make you worse, Solas. She makes you *better.* That’s what terrifies you, isn't it?" The words pierced like iron spikes, driven deep into the cracked pieces of Solas’s heart. Because every word of it was true. He loved her. He did. But gods, he was afraid. Afraid she wouldn’t accept the truth. That she wouldn’t understand the choices he made. That she’d walk away once she saw what lay underneath everything. And that she would change him completely. Yes, he was ashamed. Whole lifetimes of regret stacked in his soul like stones he could never cast off. His heart was a bleeding thing, wrapped in brambles too deeply embedded to be removed. And yet—she’d found a way in. She’d touched the deepest part of him. She found the places that bled and offered balm instead of a blade. She was healing him in ways that made him feel… *unworthy.* *Love?* She loved *him*? He couldn’t believe that. Couldn’t fathom it. How could someone like her—so radiant, so full of life, someone who fought back the shadows with nothing but sheer warmth—*love* someone like him? A creature made of sorrow and ruin. There was nothing left inside him but regret, rage, and loathing. The spirit of Wisdom he’d once been was long gone. All that remained was Pride.

Damn rereading this makes me sad

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Chapter 2 of Lucanis Pre-VG fic

And I'm back at it again, lol. Took me some time but this time we have some cute interactions between little Rook and Lucanis. 12 year old girl has a crush on our Crow, who would've thought? Little excerpt after the link.

The two cousins exchanged a long, wordless glance. Something passed between them—unspoken, heavy. Lucanis shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. Illario’s brows dipped low in response, a quiet challenge passing between them before Lucanis sighed and gave the barest nod.

“Caterina’s going to kill us.”

Illario didn’t even flinch. Instead, he turned toward Maria like a storm changing direction. “Would you please let the Fifth Talon know I have a message from the First? Also, I’d like to ask her permission for me and Lucanis to take the young mistress into the city.”

Maria froze like her brain had short-circuited. Haleira, on the other hand, lit up like someone had handed her a sword made of starlight. Maria snapped out of it fast enough to curtsy. “Of course. Please wait in the foyer.” She grabbed Haleira’s hand and practically dragged her toward the mansion.

Behind them, Haleira heard Lucanis mutter, “Viago’s going to kill us, too.”

“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Lucanis!” Illario called after them. “We’ve got good relations with the de Rivas. Viago won’t even find out!”

“You’re an idiot if you actually believe that,” Lucanis replied flatly.

Illario laughed, like impending death was a hilarious punchline.

I love those young idios ngl, it's so fun to write Illario and Lucanis together

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Chapter 1 of my Pre-VG Rookanis fic

So I got my ass working and finished the real first chapter of this fic and Lucanis and Rook meet for the first time! 19 year old lucanis and 9 year old rook (lol this feels very illegal, but no no, we'll have the romance when they're older. Much older)

Little sneak peak from the chapter underneath the link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62845831/chapters/165752242

That elven child clinging to your back?” he said with a scoff. “Throw her out and be done with it.” “*Illario*,” Lucanis warned, a reprimand soft but firm. Like this wasn’t the first time he’d had to pull his cousin back from going too far. A muscle ticked in Viago’s jaw. His whole body was coiled, like he was holding back a *lot*. “That *child* is a member of House De Riva,” he ground out, each word dipped in poison. “And my *little sister.* You’d do well to remember that, Dellamorte, or I *will* throw you out and be done with it.” The silence that followed was charged. Both men looked stunned. “*Little sister*?” Illario blinked, then broke out into a laugh. “That *pretty* child? You’re making her a Crow?” Haleira felt his gaze fall on her. He leaned down slightly, eyes scanning her like she was suddenly worth inspecting. She gripped Viago’s clothes tighter. She hated the way Illario looked at her. Like she was some kind of exotic pet. “*Illario*,” Viago bit out, low and deadly. “I’m warning you.” Illario raised his brows. “Not exactly fond of anyone but *you*, huh?” “With all due respect,” Viago said through clenched teeth, “she doesn’t *know* you.” Illario stood tall again and crossed his arms. “Hmm. I’ve always been told I have a likable face.” “*Illario*.” Lucanis’ voice was stern now, no humor left. “Leave the poor girl alone. Look how wary she is.” His eyes—dark, warm, and steady—met Haleira’s. And for some reason, her chest fluttered. He didn’t feel like danger. Not like Illario. “We’re sorry for scaring you,” Lucanis said gently. “We’ll be out of your sight soon enough.” He smiled. And something in Haleira just… *melted.* She smiled back before she could stop herself—soft and shy. Lucanis looked genuinely taken aback. Even Viago looked thrown.

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Sparatus x Shepard one-shot (Smut/Explicit)

So, I'm late to the party, I know. But my friends convinced me to play Mass Effect and I fell in love with the Turians. And here I am now. Little excerpt after the link. Its a hate fucking fic, btw lmao

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64105390

A sound that was too damn close to a *snort* came from the Councilor. “You’re still claiming that? Your only proof is a lazy human who slept through his shift. You have *nothing* to present as evidence. Do you?” His tone dripped with condescension. Her fingers twitched. This bastard. He was *talking down* to her. She forced a slow breath, keeping her temper in check. Letting Sparatus get under her skin wouldn’t help anything. “I know what I saw, *Councilor*,” she said evenly. His green eyes narrowed at her, and she swore she saw a flicker of annoyance at her tone. A small, small victory. She lifted her chin. “I’ve been a Marine for years. I learned to trust my instincts. It’s what kept me alive on Akuze. I’m sure, as a former general, you understand that.” “That may be the case in other situations, but this—” “No,” she interrupted, voice sharpening. “I *know* I’m right. And I won’t be lectured by a Turian who clearly hates humans and can’t see past his own damn prejudices.” His gaze turned glacial. “If you think I’m accusing Saren out of *hate—you’re* mistaken.” Her voice dropped, steely and unyielding. “This conversation is over. I’ll speak to the entire Council. Not just you. *Sir*.” She spat the last word like a curse. Sparatus finally *reacted*. Shock flickered across his face, quickly replaced by a burning heat. Fury rolled off him in thick waves, and the tension between them turned sharp. *Let him be mad.* She turned, making her way to the door, but she *had* to get one last hit in. “And I sure as hell won’t argue with someone who can’t even satisfy a woman,” she threw over her shoulder. “Ridiculous. Are all Turian soldiers like—” The air changed. A warning hum pulsed behind her, and she *moved.* She pivoted just in time to dodge the strike aimed at her, her body responding on instinct. Her knee shot out, slamming into his side. A grunt of pain escaped him. Not hard enough. She turned to sprint for the door, but he was *faster*. A clawed hand gripped her wrist, twisting her momentum against her. Before she could react, she was slammed against the wall, the impact rattling her spine. Air left her lungs in a harsh gasp. Her vision refocused just as a solid arm pressed beside her head, caging her in.

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So close and yet so far. But our hearts always will be one.

Birthday present for my lovely friend, Bella, who still forgot her tumblr lmao

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"Rook, did you just hear what I said?"

Lucanis coming fresh out of the shower and Rook didn't, in fact, hear a fucking word of what he said

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Lucanis x Rook Pre-Veilguard fic

So I finally had the time to write some more and I finally posted my Prologue of my Pre-VG fic of my Crow Rook. It's how she met Lucanis and how the events of VG will have much more of an impact after this.

Little snippet will be after the link!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62845831/chapters/160910057

In time, the frightened, helpless girl learned that if she wished to live, she couldn’t afford to weep and sulk. She began to do whatever was necessary—stealing, scavenging for food, creeping through dark alleyways, even fighting other children or wild animals. Eventually, she carved out a little hideout in one of the abandoned boats docked along the canal. No one used the boat anymore, and Haleira’s newfound skills in stealth made her almost invisible. For two long years, she eked out a meager existence. It wasn’t a good life—nor a healthy one. She grew thin and dirty; her once-silver hair dulled to a lifeless gray, and her eyes stared back at her hollowly when she caught her reflection in the canal’s water. Most of her belongings were gone—sold, stolen, or lost along the way. Even the magic book Amatisha had given her had vanished. And her sister, who once promised to come for her, never did.

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Portrait of my friends Rook —Reyna

Before I made the Lucanis x Rook fanart for my friend, I promised to make a portrait of her Rook. So I wanted to share it!!

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Lucanis x Rook fanart (Reyna)

So on my Lucanismancer server we're doing a Secret Santa and this is my present for my friend Bella who doesn't remember her tumblr lmao its her dwarven Rook Reyna and Lucanis!!

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Drew my Rook—Haleira de Riva

Soo, I'm finally back into drawing, got an IPad and everything and threw myself right back in. That's the first thing I wanted to draw—my Rook and I'm really happy with how she turned out!

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New Lucanis one-shot (NSFW)

I wrote another one-shot fellas and I cooked up some damn good shit😏 it starts slow but baking and licking food off body parts is involved. So I hope you enjoy!!

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Chapter 28 - Unlocking You (Solavellan)

Bruh, yet again, I'm too late. But so much shit came up, and managing the Lucanismancer server kinda occupied me too, and now I'm again a day too late. It's still a great chapter, though! Snippet after the link!!

Finally, they reached the rotunda and the flight of stairs leading to his room. Solas pushed the door open just enough to let her slip inside first, clearly prioritizing her compromised state. Amatisha had barely ducked into the safety of his room when a familiar voice called out. “Hey, Chuckles! What’re you up to this late?” *Shit.* She froze mid-step, her heart lurching in her chest. *Varric. Perfect timing, as always.* Amatisha darted into the nearest corner of the room, practically throwing herself out of sight as she strained her ears. Solas, standing calmly in the doorway, didn’t miss a beat. “Varric. What can I do for you at this hour?” His voice was so smooth, so devoid of any tension, that it made her want to scream. How did he do that? How did he mask his emotions so perfectly? She pressed her back against the wall, praying Varric wouldn’t step inside. Whatever this conversation was, it needed to end quickly—because if the dwarf so much as glanced her way, she’d *never* hear the end of it. Amatisha inched closer to the door, careful to keep her breathing steady. Her pulse hammered in her ears, but finally, she was close enough to make out the conversation. “You know, I haven’t seen Sunshine around lately,” came Varric’s voice, his tone laced with suspicion. Amatisha froze. *Damn it.* “Why should that concern me?” Solas’s voice was calm—too calm, like he was trying too hard. “She is likely resting, or occupied with something of her own. It is hardly unusual." *Really? That’s the best you’ve got?* Amatisha rolled her eyes. She didn’t rest unless she was on the verge of collapsing, and everyone knew it. Varric let out a snort so loaded with disbelief that Amatisha almost lost it. “Come on, Chuckles. You really expect me to buy that? Nobody’s seen her since this afternoon. Not in her room, not anywhere. I just thought she might join me for a drink.” He paused, his voice softening. “Figured after the mess earlier, she could use one.” Amatisha��s chest tightened, warmth spreading through her. Varric, for all his rough edges, cared. And it wasn’t just him—Dorian, too. Somehow, she’d found a family here, among the Inquisition. But that didn’t mean she was about to reveal herself. She tugged her shirt tighter around her bare chest and stayed put. “I am afraid I am just as in the dark as you, Varric,” Solas replied smoothly. “I have not seen her either. She has been... avoiding me as well.” Amatisha bit her lip, swallowing a laugh. *Wow. That was terrible.* For someone as brilliant as Solas, he was absolute trash at lying when cornered. She’d caught him before, and the way he always stumbled through it was hilarious. But to her shock, Varric didn’t push. “Well, I tried. Figured she’d run to you, but I guess I was wrong. She’ll turn up when she’s ready. See you around, Chuckles.” His footsteps faded, and Amatisha let out a long breath. “He is gone,” Solas said as he stepped inside, shutting the door firmly behind him. “Thank the Maker.” Amatisha slumped against the wall, the tension bleeding out of her. “That could’ve been a *real* pain in the ass—for me, at least.” Solas raised a brow. She shot him a look. “I can't believe he actually bought that. You’re a terrible liar, you know that?" His head snapped back, mock offense flashing across his face. “I am not.” “Uh, yeah, you are.” Her lips curved into a wicked grin. Was he…pouting? “Aww, poor Solas. Not used to being called out for something you actually suck at?” “I am not pouting.” His voice dipped, low and sharp, but she caught the way his nose wrinkled in irritation. “Oh, you totally are. And here I thought you had a handle on everything,” she teased, taking a step toward him. “Why must you always be so…” He waved a hand, his patience clearly slipping. “Charming? Adorable? Funny?” “Exhausting.” Amatisha gasped, clutching her chest in offense. “That was mean, Solas.”

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Lucanismancer server💕

Hey, to all Lucanismancers out there in the abyss of tumblr! There's a new Lucanismancer server on Discord and I'm one of the Mods there now, we're still a small community but with nice peeps, just a safe space for those who want to talk about Lucanis and meet new people! Of course, writers and artists are welcome. We even hope some of you may join! I'll put the invite link in here! We hope you'll join us😊

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Lucanis One-Shot DATV (NSFW)

Soooooo, my horny ass couldn't stop herself and wrote a Lucanis one-shot with some smut (honestly need the smut with him, love him). I'm actually working on what feels like 10 other things but this needed to be written. It's a sparring scene that ends with sex hehe I hope people enjoy this!!!!

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Solavellan Chapter 27 (NSFW)

My fucking god, I did it. It's a day later than usually but it's fine! I even halted playing Veilguard so I could finish this on time and I'm still a day late. But... SMUT! SOME SMUT... maybe Solas in VG made me a whore again. Idk. But I hope whoever is following or reading this, hope you enjoy!

Snippet at the end of the post as always!

"What are you doing?" he asked. A soft giggle answered him, soft and airy. "I'm... smelling you." He huffed out a quiet laugh. "I noticed. But why?" She rested her head against his shoulder, her voice sleepy yet full of that sharp honesty that always captivated him. "You smell like sage and... lyrium. It's grounding. Calms the storm in my head, reminds me to breathe... It feels like... home." *Home.* She had called him *home*. The ache in his chest hit him like a storm. How he’d dreamed of that single word, that promise—yet knowing he could never have it. She would never truly know him, not in the way that counted. But he swallowed his own ache, letting her words settle deep inside, like a comfort and a wound at once. "Ma serannas," he whispered, barely audible. He reached her quarters, carefully opening the door. The room was filled with the gentle, cool air drifting in from the mountains. Crouching down, he moved to let her slip onto the bed, expecting she would simply fall asleep. But as he turned to leave, her hand caught his arm and, before he could react, she pulled him onto the bed. She was on top of him, looking down with an intensity that sent a bolt of heat through him. Her emerald eyes glimmered with a challenge, and her hands rested on his chest, tracing slow, lazy circles over his heart. "Leaving so soon?" she teased, voice a little husky. His body tensed, every inch of him attuned to her. He knew she’d had too much to drink, but the feeling of her, warm and close, made his pulse pound, and his resolve weakened in a way that was as thrilling as it was dangerous. Her touch sent ripples of heat through him, and the air between them thickened with desire. He forced a steadying breath. “You are drunk. Rest would serve you well, Amatisha," he said, his voice rough with restraint. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful pout. “And what if I don’t want to call it a night yet?” Her fingers slid lower, pressing lightly into the fabric of his tunic, tracing the shape of his length. A coy, provocative smile spread across her lips. "I want something else." He was already hard, and he hissed as the pressure of her hand intensified, massaging him through his clothes. He had forgotten how bold she got when she was drunk. How demanding and unhinged. He couldn't stop his head from falling back, his eyes closing as he reveled in the feel of her hand on his cock, rubbing up and down. His hips buckled, trying to fit her rhythm. His head scolded him. He couldn't indulge this. But her hands felt so good that no coherent thought entered his mind. Only feeling. "Do you like that?" Amatisha purred, her voice sweet like honey, wrapping around him and drowning his mind. Something inside him snapped. If she wanted to play games, he would play with her. Play with her so thoroughly that she wouldn't stand back up again.