#spiterook

[tevivinter]

Rookanis Week: Spite

Whenever they have the chance, Caelen, Spite and Lucanis love flying all over Treviso at night. Fifth day of @rookanis-week 💜

Alternate version below!

[spiritsong]

this was one sketch on a page of three, but the other two pissed me off so much they blew up. so here's loretta and spite <3

[the-muffin-master]

As a certified Spite Fucker™, allow me to bring up the concept of him playing hunter with Rook (it's enrichment for him).

When Spite's on the prowl chasing his "prey", he's hyperaware of any noises: footsteps, birds flying away because Rook got too close, the sound of their breathing quickening as it happens. He's a man of little words, but he'd still take the opportunity to taunt them regardless.

Spite can smell Rook's unique scent from a distance, tracking them down with eerie precision, and it's further aided by how attuned the spirit is to strong feelings. It would be so easy to flap his wings and tackle them to the ground the moment they revealed their location.

He's only got one weakness, really, if you think about it. The fact he has dumb fucking car headlights for eyes.

[morrriigan]

Love Letters Chapter 26: The Thing That Binds You

AO3 Link

The parchment is rough, irregularly cut, the ink soaked too deep in places. The handwriting is strange—almost Lucanis’, but not. There’s a lilt to it that doesn’t belong to him. A lack of control. Lines that start too hard and spiral at the ends. It tilts where his steadies, coils where his cuts clean. Her pulse skips. Her breath catches. Spite.

Chapter Summary

Spite writes a letter.

Chapter-Specific Tags

Explicit Sexual Content, Threesome (MMF)

[lotusfueltofire]

Seven sentence Sunday

I was tagged by the lovely @kai-dimir ♥

Tagging @apothe-cary @kindlyfeline @styxdysnomia @vixenofcadmea and anyone who wants to do this!

I am putting this under cut because it's NSFW. Not exactly explicit, but it suggests sex with a somewhat tame language.

Spicy Spiterook, demon form Spite, rated M part of my Antidote AU

Rook glanced down, and there it was. A sharp, unnatural bulge pushing outward from his belly, the skin stretched taut around the shape. He pressed his fingers to it, and a low shiver ran through him as he felt the distinct, pulsing vibration beneath. It shouldn’t have aroused him more, but somehow, it did. Something about the foreign pressure, the wrongness made intimate, sent heat pooling low in his spine.

When Spite finally deemed it the right time to move, the friction against the muscle of Rook’s walls was absurdly overwhelming. He was so full it bordered on unbearable - yet, somehow, it felt exactly right.

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WIP Whenever

Thanks a lot for the tag @waxlyricalmoon! I've been dying to share more of my kinktober wips hehe

Soft tagging @l-llavellans, @rooks-dagger, @megthemariner, @serbarris, @veil-song and @serjory

Lucanis’s lashes fell shut. Candles shivered in their holders, their glow shrinking as the air turned colder. When his eyes snapped open again, they glowed violet.

“You. Tied. Us.” Spite’s ragged voice echoed through him. “Why?”

Caelen’s hand lingered against his cheek. He felt it at once — the Fade humming beneath Lucanis’s skin as another presence emerged from within. “Hello, Spite,” he smirked. “Nothing personal. Lucanis only wanted to make sure you behaved.”

“He. Spoiled. The fun!” Spite snarled, his arms straining uselessly against the bindings. “I want. To touch. Rook.”

A demand, born of hunger and frustration. Caelen paid no mind it. Instead, his gaze wandered, savoring the sight before him — Spite splayed across the mattress, wrists bound by a spell that matched the color of his eyes. Candlelight spilled across lean muscle, painting him in fire and shadow. A figure torn between demon and man.

“Is that so?” Caelen tilted his head, straddling him with unhurried grace. A single finger traced a line down Spite’s sternum. “And where, exactly, do you want to touch me?”

Spite’s eyes flared brighter. “Everywhere.”

There it was again — hunger. The word lit a spark of heat in Caelen’s belly, anticipation building as he held the demon’s gaze. His smirk widened. “That’s quite the demand for someone who’s bound.”

A low growl rumbled from Spite’s throat. “Release. Me.”

It was far too amusing to have him like this, and Caelen hadn’t even begun.

“Later, perhaps,” Caelen mused, his fingertip wandering lower, tracing a lazy path toward Spite’s stomach. “For now, I’d rather teach you a thing or two about patience.”

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Ethereal Bliss

Rating: E Pairing: Spite/Rook Words: 3,222 Summary: While wandering the Fade, Caelen longs for Lucanis — only to find Spite waiting for him instead.

Caelen could never predict how the Fade would reveal itself.

Tonight, it borrowed the shape of Treviso, with streets stretching into an infinite maze. Hues of viridian swirled in the sky, like a watercolor painting never to be finished. The canals gleamed, though the water never moved, untouched by wind or time.

He wandered, drawn forward not by purpose, but by memory. The air shimmered with a familiar wrongness — like stepping into a treacherous fantasy. Light wavered behind windows. Silhouettes drifted by, faceless and indifferent. The path ahead curled, turning into a corridor leading somewhere familiar.

Café Pietra.

Caelen’s gaze drifted to a table tucked into the corner, its empty chairs washed in amber light. Nostalgia stirred in his chest.

He hadn’t seen Lucanis in weeks.

There were times when duty forced them apart. While Lucanis disappeared beneath contracts and the pressing weight of his role as First Talon, Caelen struggled to mend a blighted city left in tatters by the Venatori.

During those stretches of absence, letters became a substitute for presence. But written words carried no warmth, only the shape of thoughts. He missed the simple things — the scent of breakfast in the early morning, the rhythm of Lucanis’s heartbeat beneath his ear as they drifted into sleep. And the Fade, cruel as ever, offered the illusion of return, even it if was to their empty seats at a café.

His legs moved on their own. One hand drifted across the table, reminiscing.

“You’re here.”

A ragged voice tore through the stillness.

Caelen turned.

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Taming A Demon

Rating: E Fandom: Dragon Age Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite Tags: Restraints, Light Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones Words: 3,485

Lucanis tugged against his restraints.

Magic bit into his skin, unyielding. Violet ropes tied his wrists to the headboard. The mattress was deceptively soft beneath his spine — a calm before the storm. He inhaled, slowly, as the chill air ghosted over his bare chest.

“Is it too tight?” Caelen asked, sitting back on his heels.

Lucanis shifted against the ropes, testing them. “No. It’s tight enough. But…” His brow furrowed. “Are you certain the spell will hold?”

Caelen nodded. “The bindings won’t break unless I command it,” he murmured. “You’ll be fine.”

Lucanis’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It isn’t me I’m worried about. Spite is… too eager for this.”

A smirk curled over Caelen’s mouth, molten eyes gleaming in candlelight. “Is that supposed to be a bad thing?”

“Caelen...” Lucanis bit back a sigh. “What if he hurts you?”

Caelen brushed a strand of hair away from Lucanis’s temple. “He won’t. Spite loves me, remember?”

Lucanis’s mouth twisted. “That’s exactly what concerns me.”

Caelen’s thumb traced his cheek, his touch gentle and soothing. “Do you trust me?”

“Always.” The answer came without hesitation.

“Then you have nothing to worry about.” Caelen’s gaze dropped to Lucanis’s lips. He kissed him then, brief and tender, before whispering against his mouth: “I’ll take care of both of you.”

At last, the stiffness in Lucanis's shoulders began to loosen. “Tesoro… say the word if you wish to stop.”

“I will,” Caelen promised, caressing his cheek. “I’m ready when you are.”

Lucanis’s lashes fell shut. Candles shivered in their holders, their glow shrinking as the air turned colder. When his eyes snapped open again, they glowed violet.

“You. Tied. Us.” Spite’s ragged voice echoed through him. “Why?”

Caelen’s hand lingered against his cheek. He felt it at once — the Fade humming beneath Lucanis’s skin as another presence emerged from within. “Hello, Spite,” he smirked. “Nothing personal. Lucanis only wanted to make sure you behaved.”

“He. Spoiled. The fun!” Spite snarled, his arms straining uselessly against the bindings. “I want. To touch. Rook.”

A demand, born of hunger and frustration. Caelen paid no mind it. Instead, his gaze wandered, savoring the sight before him — Spite splayed across the mattress, wrists bound by a spell that matched the color of his eyes. Candlelight spilled across lean muscle, painting him in fire and shadow. A figure torn between demon and man.

“Is that so?” Caelen tilted his head, straddling him with unhurried grace. A single finger traced a line down Spite’s sternum. “And where, exactly, do you want to touch me?”

Spite’s eyes flared brighter. “Everywhere.”

There it was again — hunger. The word lit a spark of heat in Caelen’s belly, anticipation building as he held the demon’s gaze. His smirk widened. “That’s quite the demand for someone who’s bound.”

[Read on AO3]