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"I still don't understand why you fought so hard to get me back."

Her voice was quiet in the dark of his candle lit room, and had he not been holding his own breath just to be sure he heard her next soft exhale, he wasn't sure he would have heard her at all.

He sat up on an elbow, "what do you mean? Why wouldn't I?"

Her hand traced along his jaw, fingertips trailing lightly down his chest, "there's something much more significant at stake...taking the time to-"

He cut her off with a finger to her lips, "I would burn this and every other world down to save you. The gods should tremble at my devotion to you."

She pulled him down for a soft kiss.

He grabbed her hand and pressed the palm to his cheek, "don't ever think losing you is something i could survive."

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Is the nightmare scene in fanfic cliche? Probably yes.

Am I going to stop putting one in every fic I write? Probably not.

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Pokemon Gold Gameboy Color 1999

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"You better not be the cunty embodiment of an ancient rage when I get there."

Me:

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Viago: Where's Rook? Caterina: Don't worry about Rook. Viago: Oh, I'm sorry. Have you met me?

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Anyway I think it’s safe to say I need to clean house and follow some more Veilguard positive blogs cause your girl here is tired.

Like/Comment/Reblog this post so I can follow you.

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a vampire stroking ur hair as they're fangs deep in ur neck. u agree

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Rookanis getting physically intimate -

Lucanis: I could kill you like this.

Rook (Gomez Addams Coded): A beautiful death it would be. The only death I would have ever asked for.

Lucanis: (taken aback blushing so hard, has to stop)

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My husband said Lucanis and Davrin give big Gimli and Legolas vibes and now I can't unsee it.

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Hawke, at the Winter Palace: who the fUCK—

Josephine: Champion, please!

Hawke: oh shit, sorry. Um… *looks at varric* …whomst?

Varric: 👌

Hawke: whomst the fUCK—

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Rook,

I'm writing this just in case I don't make it at Tearstone. I know I promised I wouldn't think about it, but this isn't one of those things I can just ignore and hope doesn't happen.

Ever since joining this team and getting to know you, I've learned just how much more there is to life. You are so much more than I ever thought to look for, you give me a purpose I never could have dreamed of, and you fill my days with a brightness only rivaled by the sun.

You are my purpose, Rook.

You, and Assan, and all the adventures to be had once this is done. Whether the adventure is on some far off journey or in our own backyard, as long as I'm by your side, I'll happily follow where you lead.

I...I love you, Rook. In all the crazy, impossible, unimaginable ways...I love you.

Your tenacity, bravery, optimism, even your bad puns...I love it all. All the parts of you that only I see, the parts of you everyone sees, and the parts of you that you think no one sees.

You are, without a doubt, the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. The greatest gift I could ever hope for. The greatest blessing I could receive. You are my shelter, my partner, my heart.

When this is done, let's build a home in Arlathan. We can settle down or come and go, but build a home - a life - with me... somewhere we can escape to together.

I'm fighting for that future we talked about. It's going to push me to fight like hell... because I'll be damned if anything keeps me from a life with you.

Ar lath ma vhenan,

-Davrin

(An imaginary letter that would spawn in Davrin's room as a codex entry after being freed from the Fade prison, whether he died on Tearstone or not)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/60525664/chapters/158205124#workskin

These next couple chapters are going to be doozies. Long long long, so grab a snack.

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Notable of course how in romance scenes Gale only ever seems confident at all when the Weave is involved, and becomes noticeably more insecure and self deprecating whenever something romantic is happening in, sorry I was about to call it "meatspace". The mortal plane or whatever.

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All Lucanis could do was watch as she disappeared, and an Elven man stood where she had been. He couldn't hear the words coming from the man's mouth as he dropped to his knees or when Davrin began yelling at him in a mix of Common and Elven. Harding was dead, Neve was taken, Rook was...

His ears rang, his head throbbed, and he couldn't tell if he was even breathing when Bellara dropped in front of him desperately trying to get is attention. He looked at her, could read his name on her lips, but there was nothing in him to focus on answering her. She looked beyond him, calling for help, and shaking him gently to try and get him to answer.

His eyes burned like mad. The magic lingering in the air around him buzzing behind his eyeballs, stinging. He could feel himself blinking, trying to push the feeling away with the motion.

What was he going to tell Viago? And Teia?

Lucanis felt Spite claw at his mind as he looked up to see Davrin stomping towards him.

"Lucanis, we need to go. Now!"

Before he could protest, the Warden scooped his fist under Lucanis' arm and pulled him to his feet, "we can't do anything here; we need to move."

The group gathered around him, pulling him along as they hurried to the Eluvian. He turned his gaze back to where she had been, where the Elven man now stood surveying the battlefield. The man met his eyes and Lucanis watched as they glowed blue before the image of a wolf appeared behind him.

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Inquisitor,

So Varric tells me you met Bianca.

He also told me you had some...colorful words for her. Obviously, Varric doesn't speak Elven, but I guess Solas got pretty frazzled when he was asked to translate. Something about Fen'Harel's cock? Good job.

Bianca and Varric is...complicated. Not even I know just how much, and I've known the man for years. Like he says, it's the one story he'll never tell. Though I'm hoping after this, no more chapters will be added.

He feels guilty about the whole thing. Of course, he'd feel like it's somehow his fault. Bianca didn't just put the lives of countless innocents in danger. She broke Varric's trust and his heart. If anything, I think you were too easy on her.

Varric is my friend. My closest friend. And she hurt him. She deserves worse.

When my business in Weisshaupt is finished, and you've saved the world, meet us at The Hanged Man in Kirkwall. Drinks are on me, but you owe me a game of Wicked Grace. Varric said Cullen lost his shirt against you and Josephine, so I'll bring Isabella and we'll make a night of it.

Cheers,

Hawke

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not to be that person but i just KNOW davrin has to dig so many wood chips out of his shirt. like i woodcarve a little (because Lesbian™️) and i’ve somehow managed to find wood chips in my BRA despite wearing a t-shirt and flannel. homeboy is out here with the Titties Out and i just know that cannot be comfortable??? like is bro just walking around the lighthouse with wood chips in his titties???