#Davrin x reader

[fandom-go-round]

Can I please request smut headcanons of Neve, Emmrich, and Davrin with a reader who is under the influence of some sex pollen type of thing?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent, Dub Con, Teasing, Begging, Hand Jobs/Hand Sex, Being Pinned in Place, Grinding, Established Relationships, Masturbation, Groping

Neve Gallus:

She knows the moment something happens, seeing you disappear behind a huge plume of bright yellow pollen. She’s too busy trying to kill the darkspawn in front of her to see what happens, but she hears you coughing and figures you must still be alive. Neve gives a relieved sigh as you come back into view, the enemies dead so she can focus on you.

You’re a little wobbly but seem alright. Except your pupils are huge and you’re starting to sweat. She suggests heading back to camp and you agree, following after her. She watches as you start to scratch at the gaps in your armor, breathing getting heavier. Neve steps off the path and waves you to follow; you don’t say anything and that worries she even more.

She pushes you against a tree and that confirms all her suspicions; you beg her to fuck you right there, please please please. Bellara had mentioned a plant in the area being used an as aphrodisiac and you have the luck to be doused it in. She slots her knee between your leg and you whine, grinding against her without thinking. Neve is torn between finding you cute, being worried and being horribly turned on. You watch with wide eyes as she pulls her gloves off with her teeth and slides a hand down the front of your pants.

She doesn’t touch you until you beg, fingers digging into her shoulders. Tears are gathering in your eyes and she shushes you, burying her face in your shoulder and pinning you to the tree. She’s the only thing holding you up and Neve doesn’t mind, getting you off quickly even though she wants to tease you. She likes you desperate and clingy but would never say anything, especially not right now. After you come down from your high, she starts getting you back to camp, determined to finish this in private.

Emmrich Volkarin:

The fight starts so fast, he doesn’t get a chance to warn you about the flowers. Emmrich sees them out of the corner of his eye and makes a point to avoid them. You, of course, have no reason to care, and he winces as you rush through them to throw a spirit off a ledge. His half-formed warnings fly over your head and he starts an internal counter, hoping maybe your limited exposure would help.

You’re not so lucky and Emmrich watches as you begin to sweat and your eyes go glassy. He quickly moves you away from the open path, trying to stay out of site from enemies and allies alike. His explanation takes too long, your mind wandering as the heat overtakes you. He tries to be stern, but can’t stop the trembling in his hand as you begin to suck on his fingers.

Emmrich refuses to fuck you with his cock; outdoors, where everyone could see you? Absolutely not. He doesn’t mind helping you out in other ways, playing with your chest as you get yourself off. He urges you to be quick, ignoring the way his body reacts to your own. This isn’t about him and he does his best to stay focused on that.

He wants to memorize everything about you; your sounds, the way your hips buck, how you shake. You’re a work of art he never wants to forget. He indulges his desires by kissing you deeply, letting you cling to him. Once you’ve come down from your high, he’s quick to get you back to the Lighthouse. He can take care of himself once you’re feeling better.

Davrin:

Davrin sees you go over the edge of the cliff and almost panics, sending Assan to make sure you’re alright. He finished cutting the head off the Venatori mage and jogs over, leaning over and his knees almost give out in relief. You’re sitting, dazed but alive in the middle of a mossy patch of grass only a few feet down. He teases you as you climb your way out, voice light but eyes taking in every inch of you.

Once you’re back on level ground he frowns, seeing how wide your eyes are and your shoulders shaking. Davrin makes you sit on a rock, sending Assan back to camp with the firewood. You weren’t supposed to be gone long and he didn’t want the others worrying. He kneels in front of you, checking your ankles when he gets a scent, sweet and damp. His knows this smell. At the same time he recognizes the pollen, you throw yourself at him, kissing him desperately.

He kisses back without thinking, realizing halfway through that he really should be stopping you. He flips you easily and pulls back, taking in the sweat on your skin and your fingers clawing at his back. You’re already begging him to fuck you and can’t ignore the way his cock twitches. Davrin keeps your arms pinned to the ground, trying to talk you through what’s happening.

You half listen, sobbing in his ear and asking for his help. He refuses to fuck you, not like this, but he doesn’t stop you when you start grinding against him. You’re getting more from it than him but that’s alright, he wants to take care of you. When you cum, head thrown back and body shaking, Davrin sinks his teeth into your neck and you cum again. He wonders if you’ll still be that sensitive when you come down from the pollen.

[dreamdragonkadia]

Traumatized Rook that just pulls a Hawke.

In the long run, it was kind of funny to think about. How you’d disappeared right after the whole killing Elgar’nan and saving the world business. One day you were Rook—the hero who had stepped into the impossible—and the next, you were just… gone.

And no one who knew what happened blamed you for it. Not after losing Varric, after Harding, after standing before the Inquisitor and telling them about Harding. Not after sitting down to write that letter to Hawke, trying to find the right words to break a heart already too familiar with grief.

You hadn’t had the right words then. You still didn’t now.

It was Davrin’s idea to take refuge in the wilds of Arlathan Forest—him, you, Assan, and twelve other griffins. He’d been worried. Assan had been clingy. The griffin hadn’t left your side for more than a heartbeat, like he thought you might vanish if he blinked. You’d waved it off at first, told Davrin he was overreacting. But maybe he and Assan both knew something you didn’t: that if you didn’t get away, you’d shatter into something small and unrecognizable and irreparable.

So to the world, Rook simply disappeared. No fanfare. No goodbye. Just… silence.

Very few Veil Jumpers were aware of the mountain cabin tucked into the folds of the forest, half-swallowed by the overgrown wilderness. It wasn’t far from Eldrin’s place, which turned out to be useful—especially since all thirteen griffins had collectively decided they were your honorary shadows. Whether it was Assan pressed against your side, or the others roosting on the roof or trailing you like massive feathered puppies, they wouldn’t let you be alone.

It was Heidas’ soft chirp that pulled you back to the present. You blinked, the world bleeding into focus—sunlight filtering through the trees, the gentle murmur of the river winding past, Heidas watching you with a curious tilt to her head. She glanced back toward the water, then back to you, as though reminding you to breathe.

“Maybe it’s a good thing they’ve decided to follow you around like lost puppies,” Davrin’s voice came from behind you with a familiar warmth, though tinged with something quieter.

You leaned your head back until it pressed against his legs, looking up at him. He was silhouetted against the canopy, arms crossed, but his eyes softened the longer they lingered on you.

“Hi,” you said quietly, the word slipping out like an apology.

Davrin sighed, kneeling down so he was closer. “You know, just disappearing like that… not the best idea you’ve ever had.” His tone was light, but you heard the worry underneath, the quiet ache that said, I couldn’t find you, and it scared me.

“The quiet got too loud,” you murmured. “Too many thoughts, too much death—”

You stopped, startled by the feathery nudge against your cheek. Assan had pressed his face against yours, letting out a soft rumble, his eyes bright with understanding. He knew. They all did.

Davrin watched you for a moment, then reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Even Assan bolted after you. The second we realized you were gone.”

“Sorry,” you winced, pulling your knees up to your chest. “That wasn’t the intention.”

Davrin’s gaze softened further, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. It lingered as if it was his way of forgiving you. “I know,” he whispered, settling down beside you. Heidas chirped again, darting toward the riverbank, and Assan eagerly bounded after her, both griffins chirping and nudging each other in playful circles.

The two of you sat in silence, listening to the forest—the water, the soft rustle of leaves, the distant cries of the other griffins circling overhead.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Davrin finally said, so quiet you almost missed it.

You leaned into him, your side pressed against his, and let out a slow breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Me too.”

And for now—for this moment—that was enough.

[lucianhuntress]

Davrin x Reader: #67 “What does that have to do with me?”

I had no idea what to write here and then it escalated and well, it's something. I've never written Davrin before so here goes ehehehheheheee.... Reader is an Antivan Crow!Rook.

There are a couple of things you miss in the mornings of Treviso—a cup of fresh coffee being one of them. After a long night of doing whatever it was the Antivan Crows required, you'd trudge across the city to unwind after hours of lethal activity.

Sure, sleep would often be a stranger, and Viago would give you an earful every time. Mostly  because you did need to sleep eventually, and he was clearly concerned—but every drop of that coffee was worth it. You could swear it had a magical ability to wash away your nightly sins, like having someone's guts around your dagger night after night.

Even with Lucanis brewing coffee all day, every day, you find yourself daydreaming about the real Treviso experience. And with an Eluvian, grabbing that morning coffee would be easier than ever.

Davrin must have noticed your dreamy gaze as you twirl your spoon in the nearly empty cup, his brows knitting with concern as he wonders what’s gotten into this Antivan Crow sitting at the breakfast table, looking so distracted.

“Rook,” he waves a hand in front of your frozen stare, “you alright?”

You blink, suddenly aware of the heaviness in your eyes—a side effect of staring into nothing for too long.

“Ow, yeah,” you groan at the prickling sensation as you squeeze your eyes shut, earning an amused chuckle from your breakfast company. “Just homesick.”

The worry on his face fades, replaced by amusement as the corners of his lips curl into a tiny smirk. “I actually have something I need to pick up, and you’re the only one around,” he says, motioning to the quiet dining room of the Lighthouse. Emmrich has probably already had breakfast—he gets up at first light, though telling time inside the Fade is a challenge. How that man manages to rise before anyone else is a mystery you’re not ready to tackle this early.

“Sure,” you sigh heavily, taking a bite of toast.

Once you’ve both wrapped up your morning routines, you head for the Crossroads. You let Davrin lead as you have no idea what the Grey Warden is up to. Still, following him and Assan feels like trailing something wild—and it bubbles excitement in your chest.

He stops at a familiar Eluvian. The reflection of Treviso dances on its glassy surface, and you swallow hard.

“Treviso?” The question escapes as an exhale. You haven’t been there in weeks. Surely the Antaam haven’t stirred up anything... right?

“Yeah. I figured you’d be the best person to join me here and…” he trails off, looking away. His ears tint red, but you miss that detail as he scratches the back of his neck.

“And?” you press, crossing your arms. Usually, there’d be at least one more person joining a trip through an Eluvian—especially one where things could go sideways. “Shouldn’t we at least invite Lucanis?”

Instead of answering, Assan jumps through the Eluvian, and Davrin gently grabs your hand to pull you through with him.

Familiar sights flood your vision, and the scent of the canals hits harder after time away.

“I’d rather not invite Lucanis tonight,” Davrin says with a quiet chuckle.

“Just you and me then?” you ask, but then something—or rather, someone—nudges your hand resting at your side.

“And Assan, of course,” you add, glancing down. “Though I doubt people will appreciate a griffon poking around their stalls.”

Assan coos sadly, and you can’t help but feel bad for the adventurous bird-lion.

“Then this is the perfect opportunity for him to learn some table manners,” Davrin quips, wrinkling his nose at his companion.

“Oh, true—Bellara will be thrilled to see him holding a fork and knife,” you jest. Both of you laugh, while Assan seems to spot something flying above.

“By the way,” you say, “you still haven’t explained why we’re here…”

“Ah, that…” he suddenly seems shy—something you never expected from him. He casually points toward the street below.

“What does that have to do with me?” you ask slowly, trying to sound stern and threatening—but the smile breaking across your face gives you away. So much for that Crow charisma.

“I thought you really wanted a cup of that coffee,” he says with a laugh, “and maybe I’d get to see what all the rage is about.”

“Are you sure you’re not one of the ancient elves?” you giggle, and amusement lights up his handsome features. “You Wardens sure miss a lot.”

[empresskadia]

A/N: Inspired by one of Davrin's romance lines when chatting with Emmrich about Assan being moody because Rook and Davrin are taking up time together. I couldn’t resist expanding on the little griffon's tantrums.

There really wasn’t much to say, or much to explain, other than that Assan had been a moody little griffon for the past three days. He’d nearly taken a bite out of poor Manfred’s hand, knocked over a crate of fresh supplies in the kitchen, and had outright ignored Davrin’s commands with the attitude of a teenager who thought he knew best. During the latest training session, he squawked back at Davrin with all the sass of a sixteen-year-old, before scuttling off to hide behind your legs, glaring at his so-called bodyguard like Davrin was the villain of the piece.

“Is that your idea of discipline?” Davrin had teased, raising a brow as you ran a soothing hand down Assan’s ruffled feathers. “Coddling him only makes it worse.”

You’d rolled your eyes, more focused on the griffon than on the Grey Warden before you. “Maybe he just knows who his favorite parent is,” you’d replied, a smirk pulling at your lips.

But if you were honest, it wasn’t just Davrin who was on the receiving end of Assan’s attitude. Any time you left Davrin’s quarters, Assan was there, watching with an almost suspicious glare, like he couldn’t quite believe you were leaving again. And when you’d kneel down to offer him a pat, the little beast would turn away with a dramatic huff, or worse—fly off to the top of the lighthouse to sulk.

This morning was no exception. You were halfway through lacing your boots when Assan landed in front of the door, puffing up his chest in a clear bid for your attention. Davrin, leaning back on the bed with an amused look, shook his head.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Assan,” Davrin remarked as his eyes flicked back to you. “You’re not the only one who likes having them all to yourself, you know.”

You shot him a look, but the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you. “You’re both impossible,” you muttered, reaching out to scratch the griffon behind his ear tuft. “And you,” you added to Assan, who chirped indignantly, “need to stop throwing tantrums every time we leave the room.”

Davrin’s laughter was warm, the kind that wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. He rose from the bed, crossing the room to stand behind you, one arm slipping around your waist. “Maybe he’s just afraid I’m stealing you away,” he murmured against your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Or maybe,” you countered, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze, “he knows you’re the one stealing me away from him.”

Davrin’s smile softened, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Lucky for him, I don’t mind sharing,” he said quietly, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “But I make no promises about giving you back.”

Assan squawked loudly between you, hopping up and flapping his wings in a dramatic display of protest. You both broke into laughter, and for a moment, it was hard to tell who was more jealous—the griffon or the man.

[fanficbrewery]

How veil guard characters react to you sleeping on Assan headcanons

i've had this idea in my head for awhile now so i decided to go ahead and do it instead of waiting for requests lol

the intro takes place after the siege of weisshaupt where yall haven't confessed yet but the tension is there its kinda long you don't have to read all of it but i was excided to write it.

GN reader

Intro:

your head aches with an unbearable pain that comes and goes, maybe you were hit in the head by one to many darkspawn but you shouldn't be surprised, weisshaupt was hard one everyone not just for you. ....Weisshaupt... the screams of all the wardens dying replays in your head. Those people signed up to fight the blight and dark spawn not a god let alone 2.

Seeing Davrins defeated face at every new warden body you stumbled across makes you feel guilty. guilty for disturbing Solas's ritual and causing the gods to break free. Guilty for Davrin and Lucanis going at each others throats for messing up. You should have payed more attention to your team, made sure they were ready for this fight. But both Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain walked away alive. You replay the entire battle in your head over and over again trying to figure out what you did wrong with little success.

The blinding pain in your skull returns once more, You roll to your other side in your bed hoping to find a more comfortable position to sleep in. The pain shoots from one side to the other making you sigh. "Well this isn't working" you say, getting up from your bed with difficulty. you stumble into the hallway to the railing of the second floor of the lighthouse. Quiet.. everyones asleep.

you push open the doors to the light house and step into the light of the fade. Right.. time doesn't move here.. its always light outside, your never gonna get used to that. As you suspected no ones awake its quiet almost to quiet. your starting to wonder why you came out side before

*squawk* you look around and see the young griffon standing a little away from you, right outside Davrins room as always. The little griffon tilts his head at you like asking what your doing up. "Hey Assan" you walk over to him, sticking out your hand to pet him, scratching behind his ear just how he likes. You realize just how soft his feathers are, your starting to get sleepy just petting him.

before you can get up to try to go to sleep again Assan gently bites on of your fingers before laying down almost trying to get you lay down with him. Does he know your having difficulty sleeping? is he smart enough to realize that?. He looks at you with these puppy eyes purring and gently gnawing on your finger. Aw what the hell he might just help you sleep. laying down on the hard ground and using Assan as a pillow is the last thing you remember before slipping into sleep

Bellara

Working on the Nadas Dirthalen was tiring. she had been working for HOURS trying to ask the right question and getting the spirit to cooperate with her but she's had no luck

maybe getting something to eat will help? yeah getting a snack sounds good. and then maybe a nap.

she leaves her room, walking to the kitchen when..

was rook curled up with Assan? or was she seeing something else in her peripheral?.

Turning around to see you sleeping with Assan is the cutest thing she's seen in awhile

after Weisshaupt she was honestly worried about you. She thought you might be taking what happened hard and blaming yourself for Ghilan'nain getting away but if it wasnt for you, you guys wouldn't have even killed her archdemon

she's happy your getting rest you deserved. you've helped her and the team so much she knows you deserve the rest and she doesnt dare trying to wake you up

she quickly goes to her room and grabs a blanket she wasn't using and carefully drapes it over your sleeping body, giving Assan a pet while he's asleep to

she gush's about how cute you are once more before you going back to her room to sleep herself, forgetting all about her snack

Davrin

when he wakes up the first thing he noticed was that Assan wasn't at the foot of his bed like usual. Where has his feathery companion gone?

getting up and seeing his door open was the first sign of trouble, when the hell did Assan learn to open doors??

he gets outside and immediately starts scanning for Assan

when he finds him he definitely didn't expect to see you as well

he comes over to inspect what's going on he finds you fast asleep face first in Assans feathers

he'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat or two

Davrin likes you, he hasn't tried to be subtle about it either. One of the things that draws him to you is how good you are with Assan even if he thinks you spoil him to much

seeing you like this with Assan might just solidify that fact for him

he decides he cant just leave you sleeping on the ground like this. Assan might be comfy but the ground beneath you sure isn't

he picks up your sleeping form despite Assans complaining squawk and takes you up to his room, Assan following close behind.

he lays you down on his bed. Assan jumps up and lays down right by your feet. "cute" Davrin thinks to himself

you didn't even stir when he picked you up, you must have been really tired

....maybe its because of weisshaupt or what happened after it.

he should go apologize to Lucanis, take something off your plate. he stands up walking to the kitchen leaving you to rest.

emmrich

he had been up late looking for any information he could find about the hand of glory you all had recovered from the Necropolis

it was old magic now a days forbidden from being preformed so his knowledge on it was limited

he had sent Manfred to recover a book he lent to Bellara awhile ago now. What is taking him so long?. Did he get lost around the light house perhaps?

he walked outside the light house to see Manfred hovering over something. His skeletal form blocking Emmrich's view but he could see somebody laying on the ground

was somebody hurt?!. he ran over to assist but it was just you sleeping on Assan

while he was happy you weren't hurt he thought that surely there were more comfortable places to sleep then on a messy griffon

*hiss* Manfred let out a concerned hiss while pointing at your sleeping forms

"yes i see them Manfred, what shall i do? i don't think sleeping on Assan is very sanitary but i don't wish to disturb their rest"

he asked Manfred Not expecting much of a reply. He already knew what he was going to do

he reached down gently shaking your shoulder. "rook, dear, wake up"

you wake up already missing the little sleep you were able to catch. "oh uh hi Emmrich" sleeping on Assan probably wasn't the best idea, your back was already hurting.

"rook are you alright? why are you sleeping on the ground?" his face was full of concern "i uh couldn't sleep I guess Assan looked to comfy"

Emmrich sighed at your response "rook do you remember me offering to teach Bellara some breathing techniques to help her relax?"

"yeah i do why?" you responded still a little disoriented

"why don't i teach you some as well to help you sleep of course. Manfred could make us some calming tea as well" he offered his hand to help you up

"actually... that be really nice Emmrich..thanks" Emmrichs face got hot at your sincerity but covered it with a smile

"of course rook its nothing, now lets get you inside"

you both walk into the light house Manfred trailing behind leaving a grumpy Assan outside

Harding

"Mmmm..Ahh" Harding stretched, standing up from her bedroll

she was finally starting to get used to having dreams now. Even starting to feel well rested after waking up

she was planning on going to Rivain and training with the lords of fortune to keep practicing her new magic. Weisshaupt was hard and she wanted- no needed to be better for the next fight with the gods

she wonders if maybe you would like to come with her. She knows you took Weisshaupt hard, it was hard for everyone but she cant even imagine what your feeling right now

it would be fun to get you out of the light house and doing something that wasnt trying to save the world

she leaves her bedroom, walks into the light house, up to your room and.. your not here? huh weird maybe your in the kitchen

she leaves and walks up the steps past the workshop and that's when she sees you and Assan

"... oh my gosh rook are you sleeping on Assan?" she chuckled walking up to you and Assan seeing you completely knocked out

... you looked so peaceful sleeping and pretty too..... ok she's just being creepy now isn't she

when she was in the inquisition she worked as a scout, she's slept on grass, rocks, pavement, and sometimes even trees. She knows that no matter what it ends in a hurting back and neck. It'd be best to wake you up now

"hey..hey rook" she gently shook your shoulder waking you up

"huh- oh uh hi Harding"

"morning sleepy head, what'cha doing sleeping on Assan?" she asked smiling down at you

"i uh couldn't sleep but Assan is just really soft" Harding giggled "well if you keep doing that your back is gonna hurt like hell, come on ill try making you some coffee, and ill make you my ham and jam slam"

"thanks Harding id love that" you stand up. Yup Harding was right your back is starting to hurt already

"I was also going to go to the lords of fortune to train again you should come with me yeah?" she asked walking to the kitchen

"yeah id like to spend some time with you Harding" ".....me to!" Harding replies smiling at you as you both walk into the kitchen.

Lucanis

he hasn't slept. All he can see in his head is Ghiln'nain. He was so close. There was no reason for why he missed. He was sure he could do this. "A crow never fails a contract." Those words from his grandmother replaying in is head from before she..

He's survived this night using coffee, he's on his fourth cup now. He needed to stay awake to make sure spite cant take control. Everyone should be awake by now, time to get ready for the day.

he leaves the pantry into the kitchen and starts to make a large pot of coffee for everyone. What should he make for breakfast?. His mind wonders to you. Maybe he should make your favorite breakfast but... oh he cant remember what it is.

cant kill, now he cant remember what else cant he do.

maybe he should just find you and ask what you'd like for breakfast

he walks outside and spots you and Assan immediately. strange.. what were you doing.

walking over he's able to tell your asleep. Your even breaths and eyes closed peacefully gives it away but why were you out here sleeping on the floor and not in your bed?

*sniffs* "smells like...guilt, regret, and the sting of failure" ah great he's awake. "What are you talking about?" he asks as the demon of spite materializes beside him looming over your sleeping form

"rook! obviously!. The old stench of failure is intense" ..."failure of what?" "WEISSHAUPT. they think they failed usss" "it wasn't them that failed it was me i had her so close.. and i missed"

"not to them no.. to them they should have fought harder, saved more, helped more!"

you shouldn't feel like this. it was him that failed. You were the only reason he even got close to Ghilan'nain.

He bent down reaching out to you. "NO DONT WAKE THEM" "why?" he pulls back surprised by the demons insistence "they just fell asleep despite the pain.. let them sleep" "why do you care spite?" "I like them... much more than i like you" He sighed looking back at you

he reach forward and brushed a piece of you hair away form your face. he stood up. "Where are you going?" "to make breakfast"

he'll wake you once breakfast is ready. And he'll work harder to make sure you don't have to feel guilty ever again.

Neve

notes, notes, and more notes. They were littered all over her desk, floor, and on her bed. As cute as they were the wisps had been no help, she even caught one trying to take her notes out the window into the fade.

She had slept very little with the idea of Aelia being back in Dock Town plaguing her mind. She needed to catch her before she caused more chaos but she had ran out of leads awhile ago.

Sitting here isn't going to help. But Coffee might. Then she can go into Dock Town and talk with some contacts.

Walking out of her room she spotted you and Assan immediately. She chuckled to herself, walking over to the two of you. "Well isn't this sweet" no response, "Rook?" still nothing

it was then that she noticed your closed eyes and even breaths. Why were you sleeping out here?. Just then Assan opened his eyes cooing softly at Neve

"hey Assan what are you and rook doing sleeping out here?" he squawked quietly in response. "Really?" she was talking to the griffon like she understood him, a Habit she picked up recently

"well come on Assan ill give you a treat or two before Davrin wakes up". When the griffon didn't follow her she was surprised, he's usually very food motivated.

she sighed crouching down to his level, scratching his chin.

She glanced over to you, noticing the heavy circles under your eyes. It was about Weisshaupt wasn't it?. You were much easier to read then you think.

as time passed you awoke groaning, sitting up and feeling pain shoot up your back. "Ow..." "morning sleepy head". Startled you look beside you to see Neve sitting on the ground Assan's head in her lap, drinking a cup of coffee

"oh uh hi Neve how long have you been there?" "long enough to notice you snore in your sleep. Had trouble sleeping?" she asked Taking a sip of her coffee " yeah I guess i just fell asleep on Assan but- did you stay here with me while i slept?" she turns her head away dodging the question completely and stood up.

"come on i made a pot of coffee for everyone. You should come down to Minrathous with me, ill treat you to some of Hal's fish fry" she said, walking to the kitchen. If you had been able, you would have seen the dark blush she was hiding with a smirk as she walked away.

Taash

they were sitting on the floor of their room, wraping the last rope of the Dar-saam ritual around their arm. They stood up and took a deep breath before walking out of their room.

They had another thing to do for their mother. "Taash, shokra toh ebra" the words from their mother was always in their head. They would probably be hearing more of it from her through out the day.

Walking out of the light house they weren't even able to take a step before noticing you on the ground. Taash walked over to you sleeping body. "you good?" they didn't get an answer. "...Are you asleep?".... That was a dumb question obviously you were asleep, but on the ground? seriously? that's gonna kill your back when you wake up.

Looking around they thought, should they take you to bed? the grounds pretty uncomfortable no matter how peaceful and cute you looked sleeping on Assan.

Before Taash could process their thoughts they were already picking you up from the ground, trying their best not to wake you.

They pushed the light house doors open with their back and quietly climbed up the stairs. Until one of them creaked to loudly and you immediately began to stir form your sleep.

"what- uh Taash?" "....sup" "what are you doing..?" Taash looked away from your face and instead faced off to the side "taking you to bed.. duh" "but why?" "sleeping on the ground is gonna kill your back. So im taking you to your room." they said very matter of factly, continuing up the stairs.

"... you could have just woken me up you know" you said heat rushing up on your checks. They were holding you like you were nothing more than a few grapes. "Yeah but then that defeats the purpose of you sleeping in the first place"

now you were at you room. Taash slid the door open with their foot, walked in, and laid you down on the couch that had been acting like your bed.

"hey im.. sorry that i woke you" They refused to meet your gaze "no its ok! i probably shouldn't have been sleeping on the ground anyway" "yeah.. next time you can't sleep just come to me, i can make you some tea... do you prefer lavender or ginger?" Taash finally looked at you, a small tinge of pink on their checks. You smiled "surprise me yeah?.. Thanks Taash"

the pink on their checks grew deeper "no problem" they smiled back at you before leaving your room. Leaving you to rest.

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HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED THIS. It genuinely took me 3 days to write this. Because this is my first fanfic i wanted to put like maximum effort into this and i really hope you like it.

just a reminder my ask box is open so feel free to send in a request and i will write it for you

other than that i hope you enjoyed and see ya next time

[vampyre-nights]

Do you guys think Davrin is the kind of guy to just very lovingly watch you bounce and cream on it with his hands on your hips when he's feeling lovey or no

[geeks-universe]

Going feral at the thought of my newest Rook bringing Davrin to meet her family for the first time ever. Cool, composed Davrin making his way to Denerim, listening to the stories Rook tells him the whole way, rehearsing his charming little phrases to earn her parent’s favor.

He did not, however, expect his little Bryce, his Rook, to march him straight up to the castle.

Nor did he expect the KING OF FERELDEN to not-so-overtly threaten him if he dares to hurt Rook. His Rook. His Rook that was apparently ROYALTY.

And just as his heart rate comes back down and he manages to placate the king with a few sweet, charming words…

In walks the HERO OF FERELDEN.

His own personal hero. The very one he’d heard stories of during his youth, that he aspired to be like.

And, Mythal take his soul, she is Rook’s MOTHER?!?!

When Rook mentions in passing that her uncle is in town, and asks if he wants to come with her to meet him, Davrin politely refuses. (Because the poor man needs at least three full business days before he meets another legend- Rook, please.)

[loveandfictionforall]

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

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

[plaidpyjamas]

There's...nothing..? For Davrin x reader???? TONS for Emmrich and Lucanis but NOTHING for Davrin????

[gaysindistress]

Things datv companions say pt. two

This has been sitting in my drafts Jan 10 and I just found it. Surprise! Here’s part one

Bellara

Bellara mumbling to herself as she works on a pesky artifact as you watch ogle her.

Bellara tucked into your side as you lay side by side, her playing with your fingers as she quietly tells you about her brother.

Bellara bursting into your room as you’re getting ready for the day, nearly shouting, “there you are! I figured it out! I finally figured it out!”

Bellara grasping your arm before you enter the eluvian room, whispering to you, “please…please be safe, okay?”

Davrin

Davrin growing frustrated with Assan, taking a deep breath and looking at a giggling you, “he listens better to you than he ever has me.”

Davrin hunched over his wood craving, relaxing into your kneeling hands and agreeing to go to bed as his eyes flutter closed.

Davrin smirking when you joke you could run faster than him, “wanna test your theory? I’ve give you a 10 second head start.”

Davrin laughing as he pins you to a tree, out of breath and leaning close, “caught you little rabbit.

Taash

Taash staring at you for a couple of seconds before rolling their eyes and sighing, allowing you to enter the dragon’s lair with them.

Taash being silent when you first meet their mother but quietly thanking you when you arrive back in the lighthouse.

Taash backing you against the wall as they practically growl “I could smell you in the hallway.”

Taash quietly telling you to go back to sleep so they can get up and redo their ropes, “shhh I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Harding

Harding being speechless the first time she sees you with Varric, barely stammering out her name when she tries to introduce herself.

Harding racing through Docktown to reach you as demons descend upon you, shooting arrows as she goes. Her reaching you as you crumble to the ground and pulling you into her lap, whispering “hey hey it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Harding trying to hide the pain she’s in but failing miserably when you catch her wincing, admitting finally “I’m alright. Sometimes the other voice gets loud and it’s just… it’s a lot.”

Harding proudly showing you her garden, gleefully smiling as you press a kiss to her cheek, “and look! The plants Davrin brought back are finally growing!”

Solas (because I love to hurt my own feelings)

Solas exchanging jabs in the fade but taking it too far once and sighing when he sees your face fall, “you need to understand what is at risk here, what will happen if you fail.”

Solas upon realizing that Elgar'nan has you trapped, distracting him so that you can escape.

Solas whispering your name as he switches your places in the fade, quietly accepting the loss of any opportunities.

Solas, seeing the Inquisitor for the first time in years, crumbling to his knees but his heart shattering when you scream out his name.

Solas disappearing into the fade with the inquisitor before he can call you by the only name he’s ever wanted to…Vhenan.

[mbruben-stein]

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

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

@diabolicaltwink

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

~Emmrich~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Lucanis~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Davrin~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Bellara~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fandom-go-round]

If you’re still writing for dragon age I’d love if you did head cannons for all the veil guard companions and how they act after losing an injured rook to the fade and getting them back + nursing them back to health. I live for a good hurt / comfort and your writing is incredibly well done!

Warnings: Angst, Perceived Character Death (Rook), Nightmares, Self Blame, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms,

Davrin:

Davrin is clinical until he isn’t. Losing you had been devastating enough the first time; he isn’t going to lose you now due to injuries. He hovers a lot, letting the others heal you as much as they can and then sitting right back by your side. The team had been trying to organize, to help the allies you’d help, but all that fades to the background now that you’re back. Davrin is going to defend your bedside for as long as it takes.

It takes you a while to wake and he does his best to distract himself. He trains, works with Assan and attempts to show that he’s fine. He’s not, of course, and the others know it but they do their best to help. The first time you open your eyes, groggy and disoriented, he ignores the way tears gather in the corners of his eyes. He gives you a minute before leaning in to hold you close, almost squeezing the air of out you. He’s never going to lose you again.

Taash:

Taash alternates from being pissed to being hollow with loss, which leads to more rage. They’ve just lost their Tama and now you? One of the best things in their life? They don’t know what to do and it mostly ends with them wanting to hit something. They do hit and run missions with the other factions, but that stops once you come back to the Lighthouse. Taash isn’t the best nurse but they’re not bad, changing your bandages and telling you stories. They aren’t the best at sharing their day but they refuse to leave you for long.

This entire ordeal has been murder on Taash’s patience and it may never come back. The moment you’re awake Taash is relieved but also a little ashamed. They feel like they should have been doing something productive, not being upset. Reassure them and let they hover over you. Their hovering looks more like demanding you eat and start to move. Their touch is gentle, however and you soak up the attention like a sponge.

Lace Harding:

Lace isn’t a stranger to loss, but you hit her harder than the others. She lost friends during the Inquisition, but you loom in her mind like a specter. It’s worse now that she can dream; she sees you disappearing over and over. She doesn’t sleep much and distracts herself, sending letters and trying to track down Elgar’nan’s next move. The others worry for her but she puts on a brave face; the circles under her eyes start to rival Lucanis’.

She stays by your beside until you wake up, head bobbing with the urge to sleep. You wake up to her dozing next to you. Wake her up and she’ll start scolding you, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Lace dotes on you for the next few days, getting you things and making sure you’re comfortable. She wants to touch you so badly but you’ll need to make the first move; hold her hand and she might just cry with relief.

Lucanis Dellamorte:

He blames himself for you going missing; he replays the moment over and over in his mind. If only he was faster or moved in a different way. It’s a dark slope he goes down and Spite doesn’t help, raging against you going missing. The guilt doesn’t dissipate once you’re back, in fact it’s worse. He wants to be with you so bad it hurts, but he feels he’s unworthy.

Spite solves this problem for him. Once Lucanis goes to sleep, Spite goes to your bedside and curls up next to you. You wake up to an exhausted Antivan man in your bed and it’s cute as much as concerning. Lucanis is so embarrassed he wants to sink into the floor, but when you start talking to him, he relaxes. You have a heart to heart and he feels better, leaving after to let you rest. None of the others say anything and he makes a huge dinner as a thank you.

Bellara Lutare:

Bellara throws herself into the study of the Fade, working around the clock to try and figure out what happened. Emmrich might be the expert, but she can help and she’s not going to sit around doing nothing while you’re gone. She gets so focused she forgets to eat and drink; Neve has to literally drag her to bed one night. Once you’re back, Bellara is finally able to sleep but it isn’t restful, not when you’re not up yet.

She does cry once you’re awake, not in front of you but in the hallway. She can hear you talking to Lace, and she’s so overcome she collapses against the wall. She soaks in your voice, your laugh (weak but stable). It takes her a little while to get herself under control, but she smile is genuine when she goes into your room. You notice she’s been crying but don’t say anything, smiling back. Later, she wants to talk about everything, but right now all she wants is to hear your voice again.

Emmrich Volkarin:

Part of him feels like he should be more prepared for this, but he’s not. Emmrich has been surrounded by death but this is different. There isn’t a body, no remains to care for and no time to really mourn. He does his best to take time to grieve, but there’s never going to be enough time for him. Fade research and working with the other factions helps; he feels your absence like a stabbing wound. Rooms aren’t as bright when you’re not in them, and it’s hard for him to focus, he keeps getting lost in his thoughts.

He does his best to heal you once you’re back with them. Emmrich isn’t someone who normally gets touchy, but this is an exception. He doesn’t want anyone else to care for you and the others are accepting, even if they don’t agree. When you finally open your eyes, he feels like the sun is rising for the first time since you’ve left. He has so much to tell you but it’ll have to wait. He wants to soak up as much time as possible with you before the final fight.

Neve Gallus:

Neve throws herself into her work, or at least, that’s what she says. She pours over notes and clues, trying to figure out how Solas has come back, but no thoughts ever stick. Her theories slide through her fingers like sand and she feels like she’s going crazy. She blames herself; for losing you, for getting too attached, for not seeing this betrayal coming. When you finally awake up, she feels so goes boneless in her chair. She needs a moment to collect herself before going to see you.

Neve does her best to show she’s alright but it’s easy to see through her. After you fall back asleep, she vows that she’s not going to lose you again. She wants your kind of trouble and you’re both going to survive this damn it. She pushes herself to get ready for the big fight, both for her city and you. Support her but also remind her that you’re on her side; you’re going to finish this together.

[dreamdragonkadia]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fleetingmortality]

Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Davrin & Rook (Dragon Age), Davrin/Rook (Dragon Age) Characters: Davrin (Dragon Age), Rook (Dragon Age Additional Tags: Mourn Watcher Rook (Dragon Age), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, self indulgent, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Shameless Smut, Sexy Times, Female Rook (Dragon Age) Summary: “If you ever need to talk or someone to help quiet the thoughts,” he lifted a hand, pressing his thumb against her forehead and smoothed out the wrinkles between her brows, “my door’s always open.” * self-indulgent, davrin smut.

[demigoddessqueens]

sex & love with the veilguard

—-Headcanons for each of the companions

PAIRINGS - Neve, Taash, Emmrich, Davrin, Harding, Lucanis, Bellara x Rook

NSFW 18+ SMUT

Masterlist 12

Neve 🩵

𝑠ℎ𝑒 cannot fathom that one such as you has fallen for her, and vice versa, but she would never give you up, service top who wants to see how good she makes you feel

Taash 💙

they are a protective lover who is also be a certified neck kisser and is a glutton for the extra attention you always give

Emmrich

𝒉𝒆 adores all of you wholeheartedly, shamelessly moaning into your kisses and pulls you closer when your legs wrap around him

Davrin

𝒉𝒆 lives in the moment, always headstrong and passionate for you, who grabs at life with you, grabs onto your hips and worships your chest when he can

Harding

𝑠ℎ𝑒 feels safe in getting to love you, having avoided two cataclysmic events in your lifetime, it makes up for the gentle hours into the morning when you make love

Lucanis

𝒉𝒆 might as well worship the ground you walk on, hopelessly devoted to you and always stares in adoration at the noises you make when you’re on top of him

Bellara

𝑠ℎ𝑒 adores you and looks forward to a life built together with you; in the more romantic aspect, I can see her being more a switch and exploring whatever desires you both have

[fanficbrewery]

Can I request something for Veilguard?

Davrin x gn Qunari reader who's super bothered about being taller than Davrin because they want to be small and holdable

please and thank you and have a good day/night <3

Davrin x gn qunari reader

i thought this idea was super cute. I've always been very tall and was pretty insecure about it as a kid so i get where this request is coming from. as my first request that i have answered i hope i did it justice and that you enjoyed it.<3

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When you awoke your feet were cold, barely being covered by the blanket covering the rest of your body. You groaned already thinking about your to-do list today. You sit up from the bed, noticing your elven lover missing from your side, likely already awake and making Assans breakfast.

You stand from the bed careful about your large horns making sure they dont scratch the ceiling. Even among other qunari you were considered abnormally tall. When you had meet Taash, another qunari even they were taken aback by your heigh as you loomed over them. The thought made an uncomfortable feeling shiver down your spine.

As you walk out of the room you and Davrin had been sharing since admitting feelings for one another you spot him with Assan. The griffon noticing your presence stands up, quickly walking toward you with Davrin in tow. The small griffon gives you a greeting squawk and purrs as you bend down to pet him. Seeing him like this always reminds you of the first time you had met the pair.

after explaining to Davrin that the blighted camp next to you was like that when you got there you could help noticing the way he eyed you up and down. Not in a flirtatious manner but more calculating every part of you, seeing if he'd be able to hold his own against you if the need arose. And his griffon friend was half hiding behind him. whenever you tried to come closer he would let out a warning squawk almost like a hiss. They were threatened by you... part you you wondered if they would have reacted the same if you were smaller.

"Rook?..Rook!" you were snapped out of your thoughts looking at Davrin surprised. "Sorry did you say something?" you ask slowly standing up from bending down to Assan. " i did but are you alright?" his voice was always deeper in the mornings and you loved it but before you could get distracted by your thoughts once more you forced yourself to answer " yeah im alright whats up?". "I was just asking what you had planned today" Davrin replied walking toward the kitchen.

As you push open the kitchen doors walking inside you reply " I have more work to do as always. I need to go to arlathan today to help the veil jumpers weed out more venatori. I also need to head to treviso to help with the antam situation." Flashes of the antiven crows passes through your mind. The suspicious glances many would give you for being qunari, like they expected you to turn against them at any moment.

"Im guessing you'll need help with that?" Davrin once again pulling you from your thoughts, giving you a knowing smile. "i might need a hand or two" returning Davrins smile with a small one of your own. It was then when you realized you too were alone. "Is no one else up?" you ask looking around. "Nope just us. Bell is still working on the artifact and Lucanis is actually asleep for once so it looks like we're on our own for breakfast". Davrin turns and walks toward the oven, you follow close behind. As you approach, now standing next to him you ask "what should we make? preferably something we know we wont burn". Davrin chuckles at your comment "how about some bacon and eggs? easy to make and its a hearty breakfast". Mmm bacon does sound good right now. "sure bacon and eggs sounds great". Davrin looks up at you "good i'll get the fire going how about you get the eggs and bacon from the pantry?" "sure i can do that".

As you turn one of your horns knocks the pots and pans above you loosening them and causing them to fall. "OW shit.." the pans had fallen directly on Davrins head. Panic flows through you "Shit! Davrin! im so so sorry" you kneel next to him as he holds his head and sighs. "Its ok accidents happen right?" he hisses through the pain. "here let me look" he moves his hands away from his head allowing you to see where he'd been hit. Thankfully there was no bleeding but the area was already raised and starting to bruise. You feel awful, your stupid horns and your stupid height had gotten Davrin hurt and you felt a wave of emotions rush through you.

You turn your head away from him blinking away tears. "Hey rook its ok.." unfortunately for you, you couldn't escape his keen eyes. "No its not!" unable to hold back the tears you feel them fall down your cheeks. "I-I got you hurt all because my stupid fucking horns got in the because I'm to tall and- I'm so sorry Davrin". You could feel Davrins eyes widen at your out burst but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. "I hate being tall fucking qunari".

"...You know I used to hate being an elf". His comment finally made you look at him with tears in your eyes. "Really?" You know that he disliked certain aspects of being an elf like being so secluded and the 'knife ear' comments but not hating being an elf in general. "Yeah I used to hate it, it always felt like something I needed to hide or be ashamed of" he looked up while speaking like reminiscing about old memories. "Why?" "I think it was a mix of feeling like I failed my family and people being assholes just because my ears are pointy". Davrin always seemed so confident you almost couldn't believe he hated anything about himself

"you know I like you being an elf" you said looking deep into his eyes, the eyes you loved so much."I know you do but I didn't until a few years ago" he gave you a small smile "how did you...get so confident?" You asked voice small very much unlike yourself. "It's something you just have to learn. That you can't change something so big about yourself just like my ears or your horns. And if you don't it just feels like they win" he brought a hand to your cheek. You leaned into it appreciating its warmth "a win for who?" "A win for those who doubted you, a win for those thoughts that make you feel less then you actually are"

he brought his forehead to yours and closed his eyes. It was a small moment of peace in this chaos, where your thoughts went silent and the idea of what's to come faded into the back of your mind. As you parted Davrin gave you a kiss to the lips, a gentle one filled with love and sincerity that you both enjoy each other just the way you are. That there was no reason that either of you needed to change. You parted once more before Davrin stood up with a groan. Following him you ask "do you want me to get Ballara and see if she can do anything about the pain and bump?" "Nah I'll be alright, I just gotta take it easy for a bit".

After breakfast your day went rather smoothly, any thoughts about your height or horns had disappeared you felt more confident after your talk with Davrin. Back at the light house you settle into Davrins bed, Assan laying down just at the foot of the bed. You snuggle under the covers your head on Davrins chest. You begin to doze off, the work and stress of today catching up to you when Davrin whispers in your ear, so quite that you could barely hear it. "I like your height and your horns I mean it.." you smile a small blush coloring your face. "And I love your ears..just as much as I love you"

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Holy crap I'm so sorry I haven't posted in awhile I've been dealing with no motivation as well as just life stuff in general

Thank you for your request and I hope I did it justice I also hoped you enjoyed reading this

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