And here we go with the next story for Spite Week. This time we finally have a Spite/Rook story. Lucanis is also there. Lucanis and Rook are emotionally very unintelligent. Or as the tag on AO3 says: They are bad at feelings. And Spite, a demon, hates he is somehow more emotionally intelligent. (@dread-red-queen)
Shadow
Fandom: Dragon Age - The Veilguard
Shipping: Spite/Rook (generally Lucanis/Spite/Rook)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rook comes to them. Blood on his clothes. Spite is not compassion. But Spite understands.
SO I'm super behind on prepping for this week but I have a first submission in the least~
Spite hunts Rook in the streets of Treviso after being taken by Corix in "Perfectly Gathered Clouds of Doom" and realizes he might just care for her a little bit more than he thought...
many thanks to @dread-red-queen for hosting this week!
Lavender and Myrrh.
Those were the two accents that he latched onto as he patrolled the streets of Treviso. Lucanis had a heading, they’d moved toward the ledger house in the Financial District. Long abandoned. Long still. And yet… there was heat here. There were lingering scents.
Rook's.
Floral and resinous.
She’d been here.
They’d been here.
They didn’t know anything about them except that it was actually just one person. Steeped in pride. There were other scents here. Jacobus was obvious. The boy was scared for his life. Scared for Rook.
But there was a third scent. Clean and sharp, like polished metal. Pride.
It was easy enough for Spite to trail anyone through scent, but it was especially easy when he knew the scent well, and pride was something he knew intimately.
"No! This way," the demon hissed as he all but dragged Lucanis down a side street he’d almost passed by.
Did he not smell her? Feel her? How much did he truly love her if he couldn’t tap into her being? Spite wasn’t as far gone with her as his host was, and even he couldn’t deny the smell of her.
At Spite’s insistence, Lucanis followed quietly, knowing that the demon was far better suited for finding her than he was. Even if he wasn’t completely distracted by her disappearance, he didn’t have the nose that Spite did.
"There! Behind that door! She’s there!" Spite exclaimed, interjecting into Lucanis’ train of thought. He pointed at a door that had long been boarded up. Lucanis would have never thought to look there because of it, but he didn’t hesitate to kick it in, drawing his blades in the same movement. If he learned anything from Vitus, it was that anyone associated with the Siccari was not to be taken lightly.
He followed Spite down into the depths of the warehouse until they reached another door that he kicked open without hesitation or encouragement. He found her on the other side, winded and tired. She kneeled on the ground, a body that he could only guess belonged to her captor laying in a heap at her knees… a spiky rod jammed into the soft flesh under his jaw and protruding from his forehead.
“Rook!” he cried as he approached her, cataloguing the injuries he could see. Lacerations, contusions, bruises… all standard fare for a brutal fight, but it was the wounds no one could see that concerned him most.
One thing at a time however. There was no point in making her sacrifice end in vain.
“I’m alive,” she answered, her voice soft as a whisper. “It’s over."
Lucanis moved as if to touch her cheek but hesitated just before making contact, noticing the purple tone that had started to rise to it. Of all the things he could do for her, he didn’t want to put her in any more pain.
His eyes moved down her features to the rest of her body and finally landed on her mangled and awkwardly angled wrist. “Meirda,” he whispered, taking it into his own. “You dislocated it.”
She drew in a sharp breath against his touch and nodded curtly. “Need it set,” she breathed out through clenched teeth.
His face solidified in response and he tugged at his glove, holding it in front of her face. “Bite down,” he instructed, his face set in a mask of resolution.
She bit on the leather and waited for his count. On two, he moved to set her wrist and while there was pain in the movement, there was a wave of relief on the other side.
“Hurt. More than just her wrist. She’s in pain. So much pain,” Spite whispered as Lucanis helped her to her feet.
Lucanis could only imagine the extent of her pain and the mental anguish she was feeling over her altercation, but Spite knew. Spite could see it. Spite could smell it.
Not only had she watched her childhood friend be ripped to shreds, she’d driven a rod through her mentor’s head. She’d been forced to do unspeakable things in the name of survival and come out on top. While he knew she was thankful that luck had played in her favor, he also knew that part of her wished it hadn’t. That it had, instead, let her succumb to the torture of facing her childhood demons.
Then and there, Spite vowed to make sure she never felt that way again. That she always felt wanted and needed and that she didn’t have to see her demons manifest so that she might have to strike them down.
It is with great pleasure that I announce I will be hosting Spite Week once more, you all voted for it, so here we are XD
Im posting the prompts now so you all have plenty of time to ponder :)
These prompts can be used for Art/Fic/Gif/Video/Song/crafts basically anything creative MADE BY A HUMAN that celebrates our favourite Demon Spite.
Spite week will Be
Sunday the 25th Oct until Saturday 31st Oct 2026
don't worry you can post after these dates just remember to use the Hashtag so we can see it.
I want to say a massive Thank you for everyone that has participated in Spite Week 2025, You have all knocked it out of the park with your amazing art, fics, poems and other creative works.
Dont worry just because the official Spite Week is over doesn't mean you've missed out, please feel free to keep posting your Spite Week content just remember to use #spiteweek2025 in your posts and maybe reblog into the Spitelings community JOIN HERE
Should I run this again next year?
yes
no
Voting ended onNov 7, 2025
Also would people be interested in other companions, Companions weeks, perhaps for Manfred and Assan? if so What dates would you like them to be in.
Please leave me comments with feedback and suggestions for next year including possible prompts.
And be sure to reblog this post with your favourite Spite Week art/fic/poems/virtual photography/creative works.
