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Veilguard Masterlist

The Once-Fallen House (Chapter 10/13)

The events of Bloodbath take a turn, a mystery unfolding before the Veilguard as House Dellamorte becomes a battleground.

(Imagine) Being Loved By Me (Chapters 2/2-complete)

Days after things came to head at Villa Dellamorte, Lucanis has his revenge, he is First Talon. But there is one thing he's missing, one last bit of business to conclude. And for that, he needs Taliesin.

An Echo, A Forethought, A Prayer (pre-release fics of Taliesin x Lucanis as listed below):

Please bear in mind that the fics in this series were written and posted pre-release. So certain things may have unfolded differently or be out of character once the game released in full. I was too excited and impatient to resist posting about Taliesin.

Coffee Beans and the Heat of Desire (one-shot/complete)

Lucanis takes a healing Taliesin to Treviso to stretch her legs. Coffee is shared and so are confessions.

It Stems from Love (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin and Spite have very different ideas on what's best for Lucanis. And Lucanis doesn't want Taliesin anywhere near Spite.

The Birds and the Bees (one-shot/complete)

The rest of the Veilguard knows that Taliesin and Lucanis are hiding something and decide to make a wager. Taliesin does her best to distract Lucanis.

Driven to Distraction (one-shot/complete)

A series of snapshots from Lucanis' POV as he gets to know Taliesin and sort out some emotions he isn't familiar with once he joins the Veilguard.

Canvas of a Lover (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin and Lucanis share a moment and reflect on the meaning of scars. Even the ones that can't be seen.

Precious Cargo (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin welcomes a new member of the Veilguard. Lucanis notices she has an endearing habit.

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the best worst day

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70397126

It all starts when Combeferre wakes up late for his 8 am calculus class. But maybe the day won't be so bad after all.

Fandom: Les Miserables

Rating: General

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Enjolras

Relationships: Combeferre & Courfeyrac & Enjolras

hello!! this is my gift for @alwaysforetells as part of the @drinkwithme-exchange event! i had such fun writing this, i love the triumvirate's friendship. i hope you enjoy!

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Was tagged by my lovely friend @tkwritesdumbassassins to share a snippet of a work in progress. Here's a peek at some first-time intimacy with Taliesin and Lucanis.

Lucanis does not understand all of the elven words but the soft tenor of her voice is enough to calm his nerves. She does not go far, remaining in his sight and well within reach if he were so inclined to draw her back to him. He returns his focus to his breathing, transfixed by her. The anxious pressure in his chest lessening as he times his breaths as he had been taught as a fledgling.  Until she bends at the waist to peel off her trousers entirely.  “Cazzo,” he croaks. He isn't sure where to look. He isn't sure if it is shameful to look. Or if it is somehow more rude to not look. In any case, he cannot bring himself to avert his eyes. He is enraptured, enthralled, utterly lost at the sight of her. He can barely breathe when she straightens up before him, naked as the day she was born and waiting for him. Ready for him.  “Raspberries,” Spite hums in the back of his mind. “Oak and lightning. Want.” “Tali,” Lucanis sighs in wonderment. “Sei così bella…” The mottled and twisted scar against her lower abdomen does not inspire the anguish and self-blame that it once had, he is relieved to find. That fateful day in the Hossberg Wetlands had been what had finally spurred him into action. The thought of losing her before ever getting to truly know her had been agony to consider. The resulting kiss they'd shared in Treviso a week later had been the soothing balm to that aching wound. It had been a vow to continue to fight and be unwilling to give up.  There is another thin, aged scar against her hip, likely made by a blade. The muscles of her thighs that are wrapped in smooth olive skin that he longs to sink his teeth into. The thatch of dark hair at their apex that sends his heart positively racing. She is an alluring canvas of soft curves and strong muscles and well-worn battle scars. She is a life lived fully. She is his.

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Chapter 9 of The Once-Fallen House is up on AO3.

I have been so so bad about writing and posting. I blame my burn out and pregnancy brain combo. I have also developed insane carpal tunnel going into my third trimester. But I swear this fic will be FINISHED.

Snippet below the cut.

“So Illario is making his move,” she says, mostly to herself.

Elbows coming to rest against his knees, Lucanis nods. “A big one. Three days from now. He’s hosting an elaborate soiree at Villa Dellamorte and he’s invited the Talons of the Crows. All of them.”

Taliesin pouts theatrically. “Aw. Sounds like I wasn’t invited.”

Smirking, Lucanis tips her chin up with a crooked finger. “You can be my date.”

“All I’m hearing is fancy party, expensive wine, and you in an even more handsome suit if I’m lucky,” she teases. “Be a nice reprieve from all of this. Even if it is most definitely a trap.”

“Hmm.” The pad of his thumb traces over her lower lip, his dark eyes following the movement. Before she can prod at him further, he leans down toward her, his mouth brushing against hers. 

It is the whisper of a kiss, tantalizing and sweet. It brings to mind the promise she had made to him back in Arlathan just over a week before. When they’d been nearly up to their chests in the hot spring's soothing waters, their hands wandering and lips moving desperately. The taste of wild raspberries lingering on their tongues…a flicker of fire ignites low in her belly and she moves to deepen the kiss before Lucanis can pull away.

His nose bumps affectionately against hers and he huffs a laugh. “It would be rather riveting to see you in a dress.”

Taliesin draws back as if stung, her nose scrunching up in distaste at the very mention of formal attire. “I’ve just remembered, I’m otherwise engaged the night of your cousin’s murder party. Try not to have too much fun without me, vhenan. Such a shame I won’t be able to attend.”

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Snippet Sunday

Reminder that the first two chapters of The Once-Fallen House are up on AO3 now! Chapter 2 has plenty of Spite.

“Spite,” Tali says as gently as possible.

The demon ignores her, striding back and forth, hands clenching.

“Spite,” she tries again.

A word rumbles out of him but she cannot make it out. He stares down at Lucanis’ bare feet as he walks back and forth and back and forth, lost in an endless loop in his mind. It makes her head spin to watch.

"Could you at least try twiddling your thumbs or something?" she finally pleads, her patience rapidly thinning.

That draws the spirit up short. "Twiddling?" he hisses, his face pinching in sour confusion at her suggestion.

Too exhausted to argue, Taliesin demonstrates with her own hands. "Anything other than this pacing. You're making me dizzy. And I need to get the blood out of Lucanis' hair before I vomit."

Spite grumbles in an irritated sing-song, "Lucanis, Lucanis-"

"Do you want to smell like Zara's blood magic?" she finally snaps.

He blinks glowing violet eyes back at her, momentarily speechless.

“I didn't think so,” she huffs. “Now sit your ass down. You can prattle all damn night if you feel like it but I need you to be still. Please.”

To her endless surprise, Spite shuffles over to sit on the wooden crate that she nudges toward him, his back to her and shoulders hunched forward.

“Are you sulking?” she asks, eyebrows climbing as she watches his rather theatrical display of displeasure.

“No,” he answers immediately, petulant.

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It all weaves together in her mind like shimmering golden threads forming a pattern that she can trace over and follow closely. Around and around, upward and back. She untangles it all, smoothing out the snarls, before lacing it back together once more. That nagging feeling in the recess of her mind grows more insistent. Same as the one she would often get in Arlathan; a precursor to the catastrophic eruption of an artifact or the heralding sign of a disturbance in the Fade just before it manifested into an anomaly. That niggling indication of trouble.

The events of Bloodbath take a turn, a mystery unfolding before the Veilguard as House Dellamorte becomes a battleground.

Welcome to my first real multi-chapter fic.

The first chapter of The Once-Fallen House is up on AO3 now.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The date night fic is finally, finally up! Stay tuned for Chapter 2 and some morning-after shenanigans.

Lucanis does not understand all of the elven words but the soft tenor of her voice is enough to calm his nerves. She does not go far, remaining in his sight and well within reach if he were so inclined to draw her back to him. He returns his focus to his breathing, transfixed by her. The anxious pressure in his chest lessening as he times his breaths as he had been taught as a fledgling.

Until she bends at the waist to peel off her trousers entirely.

“Cazzo,” he croaks.

He isn't sure where to look. He isn't sure if it is shameful to look. Or if it is somehow more rude to not look. In any case, he cannot bring himself to avert his eyes. He is enraptured, enthralled, utterly lost at the sight of her. He can barely breathe when she straightens up before him, naked as the day she was born and waiting for him. Ready for him.

“Raspberries,” Spite hums in the back of his mind. “Oak and lightning. Want.”

“Tali,” Lucanis sighs in wonderment. “Sei così bella…”

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Doing a WIP Wednesday for the first time in ages. I've been working on this fic since the end of January and it's finally moving into the finishing stages with only three chapters left to write. But I am impatient. So here's a snippet from Chapter 2.

“Rook.” Open palm pressed against the wood, she mutters the incantation for her own warding glyph. Feeling the magic take effect, she bangs her closed fist against the door twice to let Taash know the arcane seal is in place. And then she turns to face her unhappy roommate for the evening. “Hello, Spite.” The wall above Lucanis’ cot is a mess of charcoal scribbles. Misspelled words and hastily scrawled stanzas that bleed into one another, all surrounding a large decagonal diagram. In contrast with the writing littering the walls, the intersecting geometric lines within the shape are perfectly even and straight, appearing to have been drawn with crisp precision. Their sharp edges bisect and scatter into patterns that almost remind her of the way constellations are mapped on star charts.  She takes a cautious step forward, closer to the mess on the wall. “You’ve been busy,” she notes. Her gaze wanders over the lilting script that reads almost like poetry. a PEACE cut from the ALL “Wondered when you. Would come,” the demon rasps, his shoulders hunched and his eyes burning. “Always close by. Always waiting.” Taliesin remains still and silent, observing him. It is not unlike taking the measure of a wild creature when scouting, preparing for any signs of immediate danger. Much like a bear or a wyvern, spirits are influenced by their nature, their surroundings. And for all the power he had unleashed hours ago, she knows that Spite is reacting to things that he is struggling to comprehend and in the only way that he knows how. Like an animal. Or a child. Spite mutters and grumbles to himself, his gaze flicking away, one blackened hand flexing anxiously at his side. He turns back to the wall, his movements stiff and jerky. Snatching up the stick of charcoal, he returns to his work on the wall. Sweeping arcs interrupted by scribbles as he shades with single-minded precision. The scraping of coal against uneven stone is a strange symphony as it fills the silence. And as she watches, Spite angrily sketches out an image of wings. Large and dark and spread wide on either side of the geometric diagram he’d rendered before she had arrived.