#riago

[acmelxvr]

like Yeah viago x rook doesn't HAVE to have an age gap cuz rook is the player character and they can be whoever you want them to be...but I am rubbing my greedy little hands together like a fly whenever viago is Shocked, pressing a gloved hand to his chest, when his young protégé ends up in his bed. anyway all of this came to my mind cuz I'm planning a riago pre-veilguard fic

[rook-de-rivas]

When you fly high but don't land right (I'll be there then) on AO3

part one of three (?)

Here it is - the first part of my "this was only supposed to be a little thing but now its 11,000 words and I haven't finished yet"

His words are choppy and discordant in her ears, but she can make sense of some of them. She’s known, they’ve all known, that Illario held her with a measure of disapproval, that he didn’t feel the street rat who Viago had quite literally snatched out of mid air and dragged back to Salle hissing and spitting and biting was worthy of becoming a Talon’s protégé. She hadn’t realised he may have coveted her in other ways, ways that are becoming clearer and clearer as his hot breath skates across her throat and he bites down hard enough to make her cry in pain. She can smell the blood in the air. “Vi—ago,” she spat, though it came out more as a soft slur. “Will — kill you for this.”

Flashes of light. Head pounding. Bile in her throat. Clawing at her, trying to escape. She wants to wretch but she is floating and can’t find purchase to turn. No— not floating but... being carried? Who has her? She tries to squirm free, but her limbs refuse to respond. The movement stops. “Hush, uccellina, be still.” A voice she knows, a voice she trusts— she lets it guide her back into the abyss.

[rook-de-rivas]

you'll be my reason to carry on

chapter four of you'll be my reason to carry on is now live on Ao3!

“The Prison,” Neve says firmly. “Emmrich and I… the magic at Ghilan’nain’s body, it was familiar to me after the Ritual. I – We – believe the Dreadwolf somehow trapped her there in his place.” “Thick with regret,” Emmrich adds softly. Magic and Gods, trapped in the Fade and battling ancient beings – he is an assassin, his darling girl is an assassin, they are not meant for this. “Right. How do we get her back?” Teia’s voice is shaky beneath the veneer of control, even as Viago gasps into his hands. Davrin is pacing, and Emmrich is still healing Viago, a cool balm that reminds him of the potions Ashara would make for him. Alive. His Ashara, alive.

and now we lead into the divine right

[alystrin03]

In my HC they were together for some time (before he banished her OFC) and were happy in an alternative universe!