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Fem! Shadow Dragon Rook loses her family to the Archdemon in Minrathous.
Fem! Mourn Watcher Rook charms a Pride Demon into helping them escape the Ossuary.
Fem! Rook finds Lucanis in a moment of quiet retrospection, and they talk about his future.
Fem! Mage Rook has a terrifying reputation that Spite doesn't understand, until she obliterates an enemy to protect him and Lucanis.
Fem! Mage Rook uses Instruments to cast her spells --- making Lucanis & Spite her biggest fans
GN! Rook overhears the Evanuris threaten them, and a certain Antivan Crow isn't happy about it.
GN! Rook runs into their father, who not only sold them to the Renata family, but disapproves of their choice in companion.
Fem! Rook is accidentally hurt by spite, and the spirit feels really bad about it.
Fem! Rook finds out that Caterina is the one who killed her parents.
{ Wyvern Rider! Rook x Lucanis }
Fem! Dalish Rook surprises her allies by bringing a pack of Wyverns to the Dragon Fight in Treviso?
Fem! Rook organizes a tea party for Manfred and Spite, to Emmrich's delight.
GN! Rook buys Emmrich a Momento Mori ring & Sorta Proposes with it?
Dorian & Lavellan spend an evening with Keeper Hawen’s clan, and Dorian has an eye-opening experience.
At a Magisterium soiree, another Magister attempts to buy the Inquisitor from Dorian – Mistakes were made.
NSFW. Lavellan asks Dorian to use his invisibility skill in the bedroom.
Dorian & Lavellan have a lazy Sunday morning together.
Lavellan requests the good wine for Dorian, because his Vehnan deserves the best.
Rogue! Lavellan is reckless in battle and Dorian needs to protect him.
Veilguard! Dorian worries about his daughter (Rook) but quickly discovers she's in good hands when he catches Lucanis looking after her.
Lavellan barely survives the attack on Haven and looks to Dorian for comfort (and warmth).
Lavellan & Dorian flirt in Haven.
Dorian catches Lavellan doing something unexpected, and he gets some serious butterflies.
Confidence Boost - The Antivan Crows have a New Year’s Ball, but before Lucanis can attend with Rook on his arm, he needs to give Ma’hallain a confidence boost.
The Hard Truth - Retelling of finding Varric in the Regret Prison.
Dinner Preparations - Ma’hallain helps make dinner for the Veilguard.
The Emerald Sea - A formal request from Divine Victoria has Ma’hallain, Lucanis, and Davrin taking a detour to the Emerald Graves, where they find the lone survivor of a vicious attack.
{The Turning Point} - Thedas- and Rook- survived the Evanuris, and now they have to learn how to survive in the aftermath of the world's near end.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Mended Bridges - Soon to be Archon, Dorian Pavus, receives an unexpected visitor in the aftermath of Elgar’nan’s defeat. (His mother?!)
The Vineyard Girl - Ten years post-Veilguard, Mahvir Lavellan takes his son, Alecander, with him on a summer trip to Antiva. There, Alec meets the love of his life.
Lavellan Tells A Story - Inquisitor Lavellan tells his companions a story about the Dread Wolf.
Among the Flames - How Inquisitor Lavellan discovered his son, Alecander, and Dorian meeting him for the first time. (Post Trespasser).
A Field Trip with Lavellan? No Way! - A fun fic based on true events, called I died several times and had to keep reloading, and oh my god, why does anyone follow my Lavellan anywhere?
{ Dead Man Walking } - A series of Trespasser Drabbles I'm writing because it's my birthday, and frankly, I love the Trespasser storyline most! There's just something about it!
Whenever Ward floofs up to be intimidating, its fur begins to resemble the tendrils of a wisp and they might even start to snap and crackle like little shocks of static if sufficiently riled (though this does not result in you getting a zap if you come in contact with it, you'll still probably get a nip or swipe of claws if you don't respect Ward's space when it's angry).
Charmer, this is ssssssssssssoooooooo cute.
I can see this perfectly in my mind's eye, too! Ward's one of those NPC companions you can read about and know exactly what you're looking at in any scene or scenario, and that makes having the little spectral fur-baby around all the more fun!
Dorian x Lavellan idea: Someone tries to threaten to make a scandal out of their (Dorian and Lavellan's) relationship only makes themself look stupid when the pair doesn't hesitate to preform some PDA while and being all 'And? Yeah, we love each other. What exactly is your point?' and they just start going back and forth about why they love the other until one of them looks at whoever tried to threaten them and is like 'Oh, you're still here. Honestly forgot why you were.'
In my mind, this is the same Lavellan x Dorian pair from this fic, just younger!
Tags: Post-Inquisition, Pre-Veilguard, Dorian + Lavellan are having a vacation together, some fantasy racism included, mentions events that happen in Trespasser.
Word Count: 1.4k
The summer in Val Royeaux brought in all sorts, especially those looking to vacation during the warmer seasons. Waves crashed against the sunbaked rocks, sending a cold spray onto the public beaches. Women carried parasols and lounged on chaises. Men stood together in the sand, the occasional pipe or cigar in hand as they discussed trade deals or other business, as their servants carted wine between them.
The children were the liveliest. Herds of them ran among the dunes, searched for shells, chased the gulls, or raced toward the incoming waves. Without the school semester holding them down, they acted like lunatics, screeching and laughing to their hearts’ content, or until a parent sent a servant to corral them.
Dorian walked the beach in a plum shirt. Its silk fabric guttered in the wind, while sand slipped into the crevices of his sandals. When his Amatus had suggested Orlais as their meeting spot, he nearly laughed. He couldn’t imagine spending two weeks around scores of pompous Orlesians, but Vivienne had helped make their arrangements, and it had been a relatively peaceful trip so far.
Lavellan walked beside him. His hair tied back, his shirt unbuttoned at the chest for a sliver of skin, and his face turned toward the sun.
Dorian didn’t think twice about intertwining their fingers, holding tight to the man who stole his heart.
Lavellan turned to him and smiled. “I’ve missed this, Vhenan. I’ve missed us.”
“I’ve missed it, too.” Dorian answered. “I know it’s not been easy, and that these scant few weeks don’t make up for the months that we’re apart… But while I’m here, I’m yours, and only yours.” His hand is lifted, and brought to Lavellan’s lips, where he receives a tender kiss to his knuckles.
“Ar lath ma.”
“I-”
A shadow descended. At once, the warmth of summer twisted into the telltale chill of danger. Dorian watched as Lavellan’s ears shifted to a point, and as his keen eyes darted to the left, glaring at the man who had stopped in their path.
Dorian followed his gaze, and found an Orlesian Noble staring down at them as he gradually sank deeper into the sand. He crossed his hands over his chest, his domino mask painted a soft cream and robin egg’s blue to accommodate the beach’s setting. It, alongside his carefully sculpted beard and goatee, did nothing to aid his attempted intimidation.
He leered into Lavellan’s face, particularly intrigued by the sight of a Vallaslin. He parted his lips, looking like he might slander an elf for walking in an area populated by nobility, but then Lavellan smiled, and pulled Dorian closer.
“Pardon us, Lord Furtune, we didn’t mean to get in your way.”
The Orlesian, Furtune, raised his eyebrows at being addressed by name. Then, looking over Lavellan again, the pieces clicked into place, and recognition registered on his face. “My family vacations on these beaches every summer, and the last person I expected to see was the Inquisitor himself. Shouldn’t you be in the mountains somewhere, tending to your armies?”
Dorian knew a snake when he saw one, and Orlesian’s were as venomous as his cohorts in the Imperium. Furtune wore a large ring on his index finger, embedded with his family’s crest. That’s likely how Lavellan named him on the spot, but the elf’s keen eye came with a quick mind filled with information. He had something on this man, Dorian assumed, if he posed any sort of threat to the Inquisition.
“Commander Rutherford is more than capable of seeing to our forces while I’m away,” Lavellan answered. “But we’re not at war, so my armies aren’t my current priority.”
“Is that so? I’ve heard otherwise.”
“Then you must not have the best source of information,” Lavellan said. “I’d be happy to give you a tour of Skyhold, to put your mind at ease. As I’ve reassured everyone, we’re putting all of our resources into helping Southern Thedas recover after the Breach.”
Furtune crinkled his nose and pulled back his upper lip. “I couldn’t imagine traveling through those horrid mountains. I’ll have to take your word for it, Inquisitor. But if you’re so busy with restoration efforts, then what are you doing here?” For the first time, his eyes cut to Dorian.
“I took some time to meet with my partner,” Lavellan said. He doesn’t shy away from the information like Dorian might. “We live apart, and so we chose Orlais to meet. We had hoped its beaches would provide us some solace this season.”
“I see.” Futune hadn’t taken his eyes off Dorian. His hazel eyes narrowed behind his mask. “Dorian Pavus, I presume?”
“The very same,” Dorian said. He bowed at the waist, only to lean into Lavellan’s side when he rose again. “Orlais isn’t as nice as Tevinter in the summer, but I can see why you flock to the ocean’s side.”
“Yes,” An awkward silence stretched between them. Then, Furtune took the comfort Dorian sought in his lover and turned it against him. “And it’s not like you had much choice. Orlesians are more open about their… affairs. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a problem if your fellow Magisters saw you in the company of another man, but I couldn’t imagine their reactions if they knew it was an elf.”
Lavellan laughed at his side. His polite facade broke with the crashing waves. The sound rattled with the edge only a growl could give it.
Dorian’s stomach twisted as he instinctively reached for the Veil. He patted himself on the back for maintaining his composure as he starred the hateful cretin down. “If you hoped to break the news to them, Furtune, your out of luck. Many of my colleagues in the Senate already know of my relationship, as do our associates in the South. We’re on a public beach, for Andraste’s sake, it can’t be much of a secret.”
Furtune tapped his nose with his index finger, then pointed at the couple accusingly. “Yes, you are walking on a public beach! A knife-ear, and Tevinter Scum, two things that the good people of Orlais don’t want to see. Moreover, there are talks of removing you from power, which I wholeheartedly agree with.”
“Oh, how that pains me to hear.” Lavellan deadpanned.
“But how much quicker would the people be moved to that notion if they heard you were conspiring with your Tevinter consort? Working with him? Swayed to do his bidding, like so many elves before you?”
Dorian considered lighting the man on fire, but Lavellan had other plans.
His lover turned to him, and placed his hand beneath his chin. Dorian knew what was coming, but he still blinked in surprise as the elf brought him into a tender kiss. A second passed before Dorian’s mind caught up, he threw his arms around Lavellan’s shoulders, and returned Lavellan’s kiss with his tongue passing against his bottom lip. The kiss deepened, hot and heavy with Furtune as their witness.
Lavellan allowed a soft moan to leave him, not one loud enough for the children to hear, but one that would scandalize the noble who dared to threaten them with their own relationship. When Lavellan finally pulled away, he had to wipe the corner of his lip with the back of his sleeve. “I believe I am under your spell, ma lath. Besotted. Devoted.”
“That can’t be right,” Sweet words weren’t rare between them, yet Dorian’s heart still skipped a beat. “Because you had me the moment we met, Amatus. Handsome, intelligent, caring, generous. Truly, I’m the luckiest man in the Thedas.”
Lavellan smiled in return, and leaned in close. His next kiss pressed firmly against Dorian’s forehead. “You’re all those things and more. Don’t sell yourself short.”
Dorian considered tackling his lover to the sand, or picking him up and running into the surf, but then he remembered that they were dealing with a bigot with an axe to grind. With his anxiety eased, he turned to Furtune and gasped. “Oh, you’re still here?”
The ignored noble had gone red in the face. “Of course I’m still here! We were in the middle of the conversation, that was incredibly rude.”
“I believe the conversation is done," Lavellan said. “We clearly don’t care who knows about our relationship, and if anyone comes looking for something, all they will find is two people madly in love.” He took Dorian by the hand again, and together they walked toward the sea.
"He did know Wine like the back of his hand, but before he could speak, Caterina said:
'I know a wonderful supplier out of Antiva City-'"
My first thought after reading this was that everyone else around the table sighed internally in anticipation of the three hour argument that is about to begin. 😂 Rook is wondering if she should have begged asked her parents to have Aunt Josephine come to help meditate this.
This is exactly what happened, and Caterina may have done it on purpose. Dorian hasn't won her over yet.
This is a really cool idea and I- I don't know how to execute it muts. I'm disappearing for several hours and I'll see you on the other side of my creative whimsy.
Dad Dorian and Caterina would have the most epic clash over planning the Rook x Lucanis wedding. Imagine the Archon of Tevinter and the former First Talon having an hour long debate over the flower arrangements while Rook and Lucanis watch or are in their own little world (Illario might also be there and is just enjoying the show).
Hey, if it doesn't show in the writing, I love writing from Dorian's perspective. It might be one of my favorite things to do. The kiddos are getting married, and we've got a dual pavellan / Rookanis scenario, but it's mainly Caterina + Dorian.
Dorian’s parents had taught him to be a gracious host, but after a week of Caterina Dellamorte haunting the halls of his palace, his patience wore thin. In the early afternoon, their two families gathered in the outer garden for tea beneath the spring sunshine. He didn’t like tea. Moreover, he carefully eyed the kettle in the center of the table, as if a single drop might fall into his own cup and cause an allergic reaction. It would be a fitting end, given who his house guests were, and he wouldn’t put it past the former First Talon to switch their cups when he wasn’t looking, making the Archon’s death look like an accident.
He voiced his complaints behind closed doors, whenever he and his husband had a moment alone together at the end of a long day. Lavellan watched him pace the room from the edge of the bed, his keen eyes alight with amusement as he let Dorian have his moment before gently reminding him that Caterina was visiting them for a reason, one that didn’t include stepping on his toes.
Caterina’s rich accent floated through the garden, breaking through the birdsong and the rustle of leaves, “I would like Treviso’s Grand Cleric to oversee the ceremony.”
Dorian canted his head to the side. “You’ve been here for a week and are only mentioning this now? Our family knows the Divine personally, surely he should oversee the ceremony-”
“He?” Her tone is clipped, and cold. “That is not the true Andrastian way, we need sanction from the Sunburst Throne and the Sunburst Throne alone.”
On his left, a chair creaked as Rook shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She leaned into Lucanis’ side as her eyes darted between their parental figures. Dorian hadn’t pushed religion on her growing up, he was Andrastian, Lavellan had the Elven Pantheon as a child, and she could make her own choices, but for a marriage to be recognized, a member of the chantry had to be there. He wanted it to be Ashur. Rook knew Ashur, he trusted Ashur, and it would be another pair of eyes in a room full of assassins…
Dorian’s gaze shifted to his right, where Lavellan had pushed his chair closer to his. Their knees bumped underneath the table. A prosthetic hand landed on his thigh and squeezed gently. He met his husband’s eye, who gave a small shrug of his shoulders. The Imperium would recognize a wedding sanctioned outside of its borders, this was merely a matter of pride. Like many things in the past week, Dorian would need to be the bigger man.
He sighed. “Very well. We can have your Chantry representatives sanction the marriage, but I would like to invite some individuals from the Sunburst Throne directly.”
Caterina lifted her teacup to her lips, and to her credit, appeared unphased by this information. “You’ve friends there?”
“Of course,” Lavellan now placed his hand atop Dorian’s on the table as a visible show of support. Naturally, he waited for the right moment to make himself seem more like a doting husband, and less like a sentinel, always on his guard. “We’re personal friends with Divine Victoria, I thought that was public information?”
Dorian smiled, and swallowed his warning: If any harm comes to us, the Divine herself will want answers.
“I knew you served in the Inquisition together, but I didn’t know how close those relations ran.”
“Very close,” Lavellan assured, “In fact, she sanctioned our marriage.” He brought Dorian’s hand to his lips, and placed a chaste kiss to the golden wedding band on his finger.
“That’s quite the honor.”
“Yes.” He agreed. “I doubt she can make this wedding, with her schedule, but we have other friends in her council that would love to support our children on such a momentous day.”
“We should do what we can to ensure they can attend.” Caterina refilled her cup, and then leaned across the circular table to top off Lavellan’s, too.
Dorian tried not to gawk. He should have known, his husband could charm entire courts and defeat Dragons; it's no surprise that he unspooled Caterina Dellamorte’s barbs within seconds.
Lucanis coughed to gain the attention of the table. “It will be a great honor to have such esteemed guests there to witness our union, but I want to ensure that the Veilguard will still be the Guests of Honor? They will have their own table, and be in the wedding party-”
A scoff came from a few feet away, and all eyes turned to Illario, who refused to sit with the others at the table. He had taken up a lounging chair at the edge of the stone patio, staring out into the lush garden, watching dragon flies and various other creatures flitter between pond and plants. “I can’t believe you made Davrin your best man,”
“That’s because he didn’t try to kill me, cousin.”
“There’s still time,” Illario said, “A wedding is the perfect time to pull off a murder.”
Dorian narrowed his eyes. He clinched his free hand into a fist. Magic itched at his fingertips. He hated this. He could admit that becoming Archon had made him even more paranoid about his family’s safety, but Illario felt like a threat. He knew the man had Venatori ties, he knew that he had sent Lucanis to the Ossurary, and just the thought of it sent the taste of bile rising in his throat-
“Illario, that’s enough.” Caterina picked up her cane and cracked it on the ground. The resulting sound echoed across the garden. Lavellan flinched, while birds darted from their shadowed hiding spots. “Be grateful you’ve received an invitation at all.”
“Yes,” He scowled. “The lovely couple is very generous.”
“We want you there, Illario.” Rook said. “Despite how you feel about it, we still view you as part of the family. Why else would Lucanis drag you on this trip?”
“To babysit me?”
“Viago could have done that.”
Illario pursed his lips. “Will there be wine at this wedding?”
“So much wine,” Rook turned her gaze to Dorian.
He did know Wine like the back of his hand, but before he could speak, Caterina said:
Okay, I know you have considered the tension inherent to Rook who is in a romance with Lucanis but who is also side-eyeing the way Caterina treats her grandsons and Caterina returning the side-eye, but imagine how awkward it would be if Caterina treated this Rook more like how she treats Teia. Rook saved her golden-grandson and together they saved Treviso, foiled a coup attempt by her least favorite grandson, killed two elven gods, and saved the world; maybe that means Rook is acceptable for her Lucanis, even if Rook is still clearly a little too 'soft hearted' to understand how the world/Crows work. Imagine Lucanis' reaction to this! Heck, imagine Illario's reaction to this!
This isn't a prompt unless you want it to be; I was just thinking about how uncomfortable it would be to have Caterina display approval or fondness towards Rook (specifically one in a romantic relationship with Lucanis) when Rook... isn't really able to say that the feeling is mutual.
This.
This is what I expected the Rookanis romance to turn into, actually! The game didn't have as much meaty romance as its predecessors, so we didn't get to see Caterina's reaction to Lucanis' relationship, but much of the fandom agrees that she disapproves of Rook. I write most of my fics this way to, but only because Rook serves as a distraction, something that pulls Lucanis away from his duties as the First Talon.
I have a Rook who vocalizes his disapproval with the Crows, you know, so it makes a scenario like this difficult, but an indifferent Rook, or a De Riva? I can definitely see this scenario happening, especially after they saved Treviso over Minrathous. They give Caterina every reason to like them, to approve of them, and to appeal to them as Lucanis' partner.
I imagine Caterina sending Rook gifts, letters, and occasional aid at random moments, ensuring they're well cared for and their every need is met. It's an almost pampered lifestyle, not one Caterina is known for giving her allies.
Whenever Rook comes for a visit, she greets them with a, "How are you, dear?" And she chastises her grandsons should they argue with Rook, or disagree with them in her presence. It's favoritism, but it's sweeter than what even Lucanis receives. I think Caterina not having the pressure of managing Rook, or being Rook's boss, allows her the luxury of being nicer. The same goes for Teia, whom she does genuinely like.
Lucanis should be relieved that Caterina takes to Rook so well, but part of him might be unnerved by it. Obviously, he knows his Grandmother has a sweeter side, but it's not one he's accustomed to seeing often. While Illario is certainly jealous and perhaps a bit enraged that an outsider is being treated better than family. And who can blame him, really?
Not a prompt (unless you choose to take it as one), but I like to imagine that dad Dorian would take one look at the dysfunctional mess that is the Dellamorte family dynamics and the ways Caterina treats (and mistreats) her grandsons and throws himself wholeheartedly into being the best father-in-law ever to Lucanis (if Illario gets his act together, then he might extend this to Illario as well). Lucanis is good to Rook and Rook loves him; that's enough for Dorian to claim this wet-cat of an assassin as family.
I've been thinking about this, letting it simmer, as it were, and Caterina is a little too much like Dorian's parents for his liking. She leaves a sour taste in his mouth whenever they interact, and he doesn't like her underhanded comments. She's too manipulative, too cunning. (She would have gone far as a Magister).
Not to mention, she's the First Talon of the Antivan Crows. That's a title worthy of respect and terror. Unless otherwise specified, I tend to write Dorian as the Archon, and he purposely getting close to the Crows is a gamble he really shouldn't take. Alas, what's he to do when his darling daughter has gone and fallen in love? He knows what that feels like when it's sincere, and he can't keep her from that! Never in a million years!
So, he plays nice with Caterina and sticks out his neck while simultaneously offering Lucanis a seat at his table and an ear to bend when there's trouble. I don't think Lucanis would take him up on these offers right away... But when he becomes First Talon, and the weight of leadership, being the perfect son, and managing his first REAL relationship feels like too much? He finds that Dorian is the perfect person to talk with.
In short, yes, Dorian would accept Lucanis on behalf of his daughter. But he would see some of himself in Lucanis, and Lucanis might find a mentor in Archon! Dorian. A mentor who doesn't put the weight of the world and lifelong expectation on his back, anyway.
(And yes, he might let Illario come over for family dinners, but that will take some more greasing from Rook, and a few more guards placed in the dining hall.)
I'm late by a day, but I was tagged by @rookwithawand some time ago! Thank you for thinking of me in my absence, and sharing your recent writing with me!
Here's the beginning of a little pavellan hurt/comfort drabble that's been sitting in my drafts:
An ache deep in his bones woke him in the middle of the night. He stretched against it, popping the joints in his hips and knees as he arched his back against the silk sheets. His calves burned in protest, and then locked in place. The muscles constricted, and tightened to a deeply painful degree.
Lavellan buried his head in his pillow and held his breath. He counted the seconds until the spasms passed, with his hand-sewn quilt fisted between his fingers. When the ache subsided, he tried to ease himself back to sleep with mental lullabies and counted halla.
Neither worked, and as the need to stretch his limbs intensified, he tossed and turned in the bed.
As the minutes turned to hours, his frustration mounted. Sleep eluded him, while his body screamed for movement that no amount of thrashing or stretching could satiate. He considered ripping off his remaining three limbs, as if that might cure the restlessness.
Fortunately, his solution came in the form of a soft hand against his back. Fingertips glided along his bare skin, gentle and consoling, before the steady warmth of a healing spell seeped into his flesh.
Dorian twisted the Veil, spooling magic between his fingers to ease the spell into his lover's weary body -
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And scene!
Let's see, I'll tag @nonbeenairystuff, @maagisterpavus, and @galadrieljones, if they feel up to sharing some wips! Much love to you all!
