#zevran x rook snippet

[alystrin03]

Shameless self promotion Sunday (usually Saturday)

My love @pixiedurango keeps on hosting this cool trend so here I am one more week. This one, although, has been very rough at work, so I could not do much.

I'll tag my sweeties @ofcrowsanddragons @becausedragonage @dragonagegayz @antivan-sprig and @adhd-riddled-crow so I'll see what they are working on!

The idea: We make a post and show off, what cool stuff we created over the past week. Art, Screenshots, writing (anything from a questionnaire about your OC to the 100K epos...) anything we do is worth to be seen and to be promoted.And by tagging people, commenting, and reblogging, we share the love and boost ourselve's and other's confidence. No matter what form you choose, whether you reblog your initial post, or create a new one with teasers, you decide!

I finished & posted the 3rd chapter of (one of) my Viago x Rook fic "Never fade away", with the drama after the attempt of murder on Alecto's & Viago's reaction about it

Also posted a short story with Micah & Alecto as protagonists for our "A Murder of Misfits" collection. I love them too much, @only-slightly-terrified has created such a wonderful OC with Micah <3. I can assure you you'll hear more about them

Last work I posted was the 2nd chapter of Renzo & Alecto's fic, my two OC . My two beautiful silly Crows, always getting on trouble

Started three (THREE) new smut fics: Illario x Rook [this AU is getting interesting], Viago x Rook x Lucanis and Lucanis x Rook x Teia. I have lost control of my life

Managed to write a promt for the @dadrunkwriting . Just one for now, I'll try to work a bit more on the promps today, promise!

Reworked the appearance of Lorenzo "Renzo" de Riva, now my boy looks more handsome!

And last, but not least, I've kept working on the ZevRook smut fic. This is lasting longer than I initially thought, but this story needs to have some plot (apart from * ahem *). Small snippet under the cut!

Have a nice new week, loves!

"Perhaps somewhere else more appropriate" the last word, though innocent, rang in his ears as if it were the most lustful in the world. Without looking back, Alecto left the pint on the counter and headed for the door, Zevran found himself following her like a puppy. Be that as it may, that self-confidence had trained her to play her cards, and now she was fucking expert.

He was a few feet away as soon as they left, following Alecto down one of the alleyways. He watched as she started to turn around, a mischievous smile on her lips, but a burly body came across his field of vision.

"Well, if it isn't my lucky day. The fucking CrowSlayer, no less. It's amazing how much I'm going to get paid for your corpse."

Mierda. Lucanis had asked them to stay out of trouble and right now there was one looming. Not that the asshole was going to give them much to do, but a fight was the last thing Zevran wanted to get into at the moment.

"Exactly, he's the fucking CrowSlayer, and a shitty cuchillo like you should be hiding instead of provoking him" Alecto spoke with contempt. "Trust me, he's gutted far better men than you"

The unknown Crow turned to the woman. He wasn't much taller than her, but more muscular, though Zevran knew from experience that his companion could dispatch the fellow in a matter of seconds.

" Who the fuck are you, his whore?"

Alecto twisted her face for only a second before punching him in the stomach with all her might, causing him to double over in pain and fall to the ground on his knees. Grabbing him by the hair, forced him to see her face "They call me Rook. If you have ears you've heard of me, and also what I've done. So, you fucking imbecile, if you think you have half a chance against the CrowSlayer and me, try attacking us now, because either you get out of here right now or I intend to throw your fucking corpse in the canal"

Indeed he must have heard of her, because the man's face paled. Alecto frowned and released him, giving him a shove. She turned around, ready to return to Zevran, but her adversary must have thought twice before attempting to attack her from behind. A dagger, thrown with extreme skill, stabbed between the two eyes of the Crow, who fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

"Don't say I didn't warn you" the disdain was patent, without her even turning around to give him one last look. "You want it back?" Asked, referring to the dagger

"Nah" Zevran let out a chuckle "I didn't even use one of the good ones" Leaving it all behind, they continued moving through the darker corners of the District. Knowing they were alone, Zevran slipped an arm around her waist "I hope it didn't sour your night"

For all response Alecto pushed him against the wall and pressed her lips against his, drawing a whimper from him, which she took advantage of to thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. There was no way he was going to be daunted. Zevran responded to her kisses ardently, feeling the edge of her teeth against his lips, against his tongue, which fought with hers relentlessly. Gripping her tightly, he spun Alecto around, causing her to be the one leaning against the wall. She abandoned his lips and began to move down his neck with her tongue, kissing him ceaselessly, seeking every sensitive spot that would make him gasp.

[awardenandacrow]

FANFIC SNIPPET 23

NOTE: this snippet DIRECTLY follows snippet 21. Additionally, this is hot off the press and so I apologize if it feels a little half baked I’m ✨tired✨

[Lucanis learns about Naimeryn & Spite]

CW/TW: fear of death/harm, vague suggestion of child abuse

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WAKE UP.

Lucanis jolted as Spite relinquished control so violently it startled him awake and set his head throbbing. Spite never gave control back willingly.

“What —?” He began, putting a hand to his head but jumping to his feet nevertheless. He sensed rather than was told that Spite needed him to go somewhere. Why not just sleepwalk him there?

ROOK. NEED TO GO TO ROOK. NOW.

“Why —?”

But Spite was incourrigible. He repeated himself over and over and was talking so fast Lucanis couldn’t make heads or tails of it. He gritted his teeth against the mounting headache and left the pantry, picking up his pace as Spite urged him on.

ROOK IS SPECIAL. He made out amidst the ceaseless babble. MY ROOK. NOT ROOK. NOT DEAD.

This repeated incessantly as Lucanis exited into the courtyard and headed towards the library. He felt his speed increase instinctually at the panic in the phrase “not dead.” What *was* he on about?

Lucanis was almost to the top of the stairs when the library door opened and Rook came flying out of it. She ran to the edge, gripping the railing of the stairs heading up, leaned over, and vomited.

THAT’S WHY YOU SHOULDN’T MESS. Spite sad sheepishly.

“Rook!” He called to her, so she would know he was coming. She turned to look at him, and the breath caught in his throat. Even at this distance her eyes were big, and red, and *wet*, and she looked so distraught he wanted to punch Spite for whatever it was he had done. He started quickly down the stairs.

“Spite said —“

She started talking, almost as though she hadn’t heard him. “Lucanis! There’s something I need to tell you. About —“

She cut herself off to spin back to the abyss and wretch again. Without a second thought he gathered her hair in his hands. It was wet — but then, he’d had worse things on his hands. He was irritated with Spite. What had he done to her?

NOT ME! Spite insisted. ZARA DID. TO ALL OF US.

“Spite isn’t making any sense,” Lucanis shook his head. “Is it about him?”

Rook nodded, gasping and shaking beneath his hands. She swallowed thickly. When she spoke, her voice trembled with rage.

“And about *Zara.*”

Lucanis released her hair in surprise. He wiped his hands against his thighs.

“Spite said something about Zara. I don’t understand.”

Rook nodded. “I need to sit.”

“Of course,” Lucanis stepped aside and moved to her right. She sat with her legs hanging off the edge, at the edge of the courtyard, which made him queasy. He sat cross-legged next to her, a little back from the expanse of nothingness that awaited a fall.

“I… I’m not sure how to begin, now,” Rook said, rubbing her forehead. Spite sat on her other side and… laid his head on her shoulder? At least he was finally quiet, but it was such an odd action for him it sent Lucanis’s head spinning. “Do you know… *anything* about the Hero of Ferelden? Or her companions?”

“One is rather famously a black mark on the Crows’ reputation,” Lucanis pointed out drily.

Rook laughed — not her usual, carefree giggle. This was strained, marred by whatever it was she had to tell him. “How could I forget Zev was a Crow?”

She sighed, a dreamy sort of a thing. “The Warden and the Crow who was sent to kill her, madly in love instead.”

She blushed, then. “Oh, uh, sorry. Side tracked. Uhm, so not him. Have you heard of Wynne?”

Lucanis shook his head.

Rook sighed again, kicking her feet. “She was an abomination. Sort of? Technically. A Circle Mage, possessed by what she believed was a Spirit of Faith, which prevented her from dying when Uldred tried to take over the Tower.”

“I met her once. She… was a huge part in helping me overcome *my* fear of becoming one.”

She shifted uncomfortably, peeking at him out of the corner of her eye nervously. Was she afraid she’d offended him? He’d thought such a fear was exclusive to southern mages, but he supposed it wasn’t irrational.

“You were afraid of possession?” He asked carefully.

“I’m… *from* Ferelden. My mother was an apostate who fled the Circle when she found out she was pregnant, rather than be forced to give me up. When *I* started showing signs…” Rook hugged herself tightly. “It’s hard enough for one apostate to hide in plain sight, but two? I couldn’t learn. I could only hide. My mother made it very clear that my options were hide it, or be taken away or just killed by the Templars, and suppress it, because if I became too powerful, I’d attract the attention of demons in the Fade while I slept, and if I became an abomination, I would hurt anyone and everyone I loved, and be killed for sure.”

Lucanis felt a pang in his chest. “How old were you?”

Rook sniffed, and he realized belatedly she was still crying. What in Thedas could this have to do with Spite?

“I don’t know… five? Six? And it wasn’t long after that I started to sense… something. First only in my dreams, then whenever I had to try especially hard to keep my magic from bubbling over, then a few times when a demon actually did come calling. At first I thought it *was* a demon, and I would become *terrified* any time I sensed it.”

“What was it?” He asked, suspecting he already had an idea.

“Eventually I told Saimaeria about it. She knew. But she just said, ‘there’s someone you should talk to’ and wrote a letter. About a year later, Wynne showed up at Weisshaupt. She confirmed what Saimaeria knew. It was a spirit.”

Rook held up a finger to him and buried her face in her hands. She shook, and Spite put his arm around her. Lucanis didn’t know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn’t know how. And Spite’s behavior was…. Unfathomable. How could a demon of spite be… caring? Compassionate?

Finally, Rook took a shuddering breath and looked him in the face. “A Spirit of Determination. A spirit who protected and sheltered me my entire life. A spirit who kept me strong.”

SURVIVED… OUT OF *SPITE.* Spite growled.

Rook jumped and spun towards the demon, then her hands fell into her lap. “Did I just… *hear* him?”

Pieces began to fall into place, and Lucanis’s stomach churned. “You’ve been talking about the spirit in past tense. Do spirits of determination become…”

Rook nodded and turned back to him. “A little over a year ago now, I almost died. I disobeyed a direct order from Weisshaupt and charged into a Darkspawn horde to save the town it threatened. I crawled out of harm’s way, and just before I passed out, the spirit…. Disappeared. I thought saving me destroyed it.”

“A little over a year ago,” Lucanis repeated hollowly.

ZARA. Spite snarled. Rook had no reaction. Lucanis thought she might have had the right idea throwing up. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Is this why you’re always pestering me to talk to Rook?” He asked.

ROOK IS FAMILIAR. DIDN’T KNOW WHY.

Rook watched him carefully, waiting.

“He says he didn’t know until tonight,” he told her. “He was trying to figure out why you felt… familiar.”

SMELLS DIFFERENT. TOO MUCH BLIGHT.

He was *not* going to repeat that. He wondered how long she’d been a Warden, how long she had left. She probably didn’t even know someone like him knew about the Calling.

“I *hate* her,” Rook said, closing her eyes against the spark of magic that appeared there. “I already hated her for what she did to *you*.”

This statement stirred something in Lucanis he knew he should quiet. But hearing her admit that she cared enough about him, already, to hate someone on his behalf… he swallowed thickly. This new information only complicated things *more*.

“Now… now I feel like she personally slighted *me*! And *Spite*…”

She tugged her hands through her hair roughly.

“Has anyone ever told you, you care *too* much?” It was out before Lucanis had even considered the repercussions of saying it out loud. He leaned forward slightly, his knee dangerously close to touching her leg. She turned to look at him, chin jutted out, her hands still wrapped around her neck. The strange not-quite-sunlight of the Fade glowed against her bare cheekbones.

“No,” she chuckled. “Do you not think Spite deserves my care?”

Lucanis shook his head. “What I think about Spite is… complicated.”

*Much like how I’m starting to feel about you.*

WHY DIDN’T YOU ACTUALLY SAY THAT?

“I just meant… you’ve got yourself tied into knots over what Zara did to us. Only Zara can take responsibility for that.” He flicked his eyes from his hands where he’d been staring back to her face, to discover she’d turned her upper body towards him as well, and her eyes up close were more purple than he’d realized. Like a Treviso sunrise, just before the sun broke the horizon, where the sky met the canals. *Mierda,* this woman.

“We’ll make sure she does,” Rook promised him, her low volume doing nothing to soften the conviction of her words. “Together.”

“Together,” he repeated, his mouth dry.

KISS MAYBE — OH.

As Spite started to taunt him, Rook seemed to remember herself, and sat up straight. Lucanis cleared his throat and also straightened his posture. What was he thinking?

“Our Warden contacts got back to me. Us,” Rook said after a moment. “You haven’t left the Lighthouse since Caterina’s funeral… could I interest you in a trip to the Anderfels to stretch your legs? The monster Hunter we’re supposed to meet, Davrin? He’s kind of a legend around Weisshaupt. Should be… interesting.”

“You want to take me in the field? Don’t you think you should check with Lace first?” He snorted.

“She’s not my *mom*,” Rook rolled her eyes, but the little pout that accompanied it did not help her cause.

Well, Spite *had* been restless of late. And perhaps showing him somewhere new, somewhere he hadn’t been, would make him more manageable, at least for a time. Plus… annoying Lace might be kind of fun.

“If you’d like me to go, I’d be happy to accompany you,” he told her. The smile she gave in return was warm enough to melt winter. She suppressed it quickly, but the damage was done. Thankfully, she’d already asked of him what she wanted, for if she’d asked for anything else in that moment, it would have been hers.

“Great!” She said. “We’ll leave after breakfast. I think we could maybe get another couple hours’ sleep first, though. Uh. I mean —“

Her face and ears turned red, and he suppressed a smile of his own.

“I just meant I’m still… tired. So I’m gonna… try to get some more rest. Alone.”

“Of course,” Lucanis said calmly, trying to beat any thoughts about how cute she was when flustered into submission. He stood, holding his hand down to help her up as well. Her hand was like ice, and he fought the urge to cup it in both of his to warm it up.

“Good night, again,” he said stiffly.

“Good night, Lucanis,” she said softly. Maybe he imagined it, but it felt as though she hesitated to pull her hand away. When she did, it was quick, and she smiled at him again before ducking her head to walk past him and back into the library.

Lucanis watched her go before heading back to the dining hall.

Pancakes, he decided. It would be a perfect morning for pancakes.

[proffbon]

WIP game

Thank you @fofoqueirah for the tag.

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all files in your WIP folder regardless how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

This is gonna be confusing because don't have a WIP folder, I have several WIP files. So excuse me for it being kinda clunky.

Unfinished

Pillars of Eternity, Arasel/Aloth Corfiser

Star Wars: The Old Republic, Soqor Kallig/Theron Shan

Astarion Ancunin/Saphrin T’sael, Baldur’s Gate 3

Rook x Davrin, Dragon Age: the Veilguard

(Unnamed Rook x Davrin fic)

Lesvid

(Two unnamed fics filed under the name Self-indulgent Asmodeus erotica hours)

(Two unnamed zevwarden fics filed under the name DAO sex)

(Unnamed Dorn x Anri fic filed under the name DAO sex) <- has nothing to do with DAO I just didn't bother to change the name of the file

(Unnamed taashrook fic filed under the name DAO sex)

Finished, but not posted

Dragon Age: Origins, Zevran Arainai/Lesteron Mahariel

Baldur’s Gate 1-2, Dorn Il-Khan/Anri of Candlekeep

Dragon Age 2, Aeron Hawke/Fenris

Gonna tag @rin-hanarin, @muwitch and @andthentheylosttheirlove