I decided last minute to write a tiny snippet I got an idea for this morning for one of my Rook x Rook pairings. Idk that I’ll do the entire week but this helped me shake off some of the writer’s block I’ve been dealing with so, enjoy!
Pairing: Rook x Rook, Ziva Fontaine (Mercar) x Daphne Ingellvar
Daphne belongs to @lucaniseyebrowlicker
A Quiet Moment
Ziva heard a deep sigh as she walked through the door of their bedroom, seeing her wife sitting in front of the mirror next to their wardrobe. She was still wearing the intricate Tevene robes she had helped her put on earlier in the day, her hair up in a traditional Nevarran style Daphne had meticulously arranged that morning. She looked beautiful, like always, but exhausted. Some important members of the Necropolis had visited her school today, and Daphne had pulled out all the stops to make sure they were impressed. Ziva’s lips curled into a small smile as she walked towards her, setting her hands down on Daphne’s shoulders, pressing her lips to the top of her head as the redhead leaned into her.
“How did the visit go?”
“Mmm it went well I suppose. I am just glad it’s over so we can get back to actually teaching instead of worrying about optics.”
Ziva hummed, stepping back slightly as she listened to Daphne recount the day as her hands rose to her wife’s hair, carefully starting to pull out pins and undo the intricate braids, her fingers pressing into the points of tension she found in her scalp and neck. Daphne’s voice slowly trailed off into just the occasional sigh or groan as Ziva worked, her eyes closing as her head pressed back into Ziva’s hands. Ziva took her time, letting the comforting quiet sit around them as she enjoyed a moment of Daphne letting Ziva take care of her. Once all the pins and braids had been removed, Ziva grabbed Daphne’s hairbrush and a tie, gently brushing out her hair until it was a shining, fiery curtain before she carefully pulled it back into Daphne’s signature ponytail. Ziva smiled as she finished, leaning down so their faces were side by side looking in the mirror, turning to press a kiss to Daphne’s cheek.
“You want some help getting out of those robes too, cher? I’m sure that can be arranged.”
Ziva grinned cheekily at Daphne in the mirror, Daphne laughing and smiling back as she turned to pull Ziva into her lap, pressing their lips together with a mumbled “From you? Always.” Ziva laughed into the kiss as Daphne’s lipstick smeared across her own lips and cheek as Daphne trailed her lips down her jaw, wrapping her arms around her to pull the other woman close.
Excuse me while I spam tag games I was tagged in while I disappeared from tumblr for like 2 weeks lol. Was tagged by @nonagesimus (twice) and @classicleechaos , so here have 3 of like 8 Daphne ships!
I am not yet caught up on who’s done this so far but I know we all have a billions ships so I’m tagging both of you back, plus @hightowerqueen and @marvelous-goose !
Daphcanis
Zivaphne
Featuring @classicleechaos ‘s Ziva Fontaine.
Daphayden
Featuring @nonagesimus ‘s Ayden de Riva and my very hasty and shoddy iPhone photo editing
Featuring my own OC, Ziva Fontaine, and @lucaniseyebrowlicker's Daphne Ingellvar as the main pairing. Hex De Riva, who makes a couple brief appearances, is also one of Jessie's OCs.
This is set in a Supernatural based AU for our Dragon Age OCs.
Divider by @hounddreaming
Ziva glanced up from the register at the bar, her mouth twisted down as she watched the scene unfolding a few spots away. It was a busy night, the bar crawling with local regulars and hunters alike when Daphne and Lucanis had shown up. Ziva had barely managed a nod their way as they grabbed seats at Hex's end of the bar. Not long after Lucanis had gotten a call and had to step out to talk with his client and another hunter had taken that as an open invitation to saddle up to Daphne's stool and try his best to make a move on the witch. Ziva couldn't blame the guy for wanting a chance, she'd found her own gaze drawn to Daphne's piercing green eyes and pouty lips more than once herself each time she'd shown with Lucanis the last few months. Now those lips were set in a frown, Daphne leaning away from the hunter in front of her as she made it quite clear she was uninterested, but the hunter was either too dense, too stubborn or too drunk to catch on.
Ziva looked over to Hex, seeing that her business partner had clocked the exchange as well, his own jaw tense. Both of them were well aware that Daphne could take care of herself just fine if needed but with how many normies were in tonight amongst a bunch of rowdy hunters, a bar fight was the last thing they needed. Ziva quickly slid over to Hex, grabbing what she knew was Daphne and Lucanis's drinks and slipping out from behind the bar with a "I got it" thrown over her shoulder.
As she approached the pair she caught Daphne's eye over the shoulder of the overly ambitious hunter, giving her a conspiratorial wink that she hoped conveyed her "play along" message properly. Ziva walked right up to Daphne's side, leaning into her after she had slide both drinks on to the bar.
"There you go, cher." Ziva let the timber of her voice drop at the endearment, making sure the husky tone left no room for imagination in her intent as she looped her arm around Daphne's shoulder, the witch's arm raising to slide around Ziva's waist as she did. Ziva ignored the warmth crawling up her neck as cool fingers trailed over the exposed sliver of skin on her lower back from her crop top, her lips pressing lightly to the high point of Daphne's cheek. "Let me know if you need anything else tonight, alright?"
She briefly saw a glimpse of the disgruntled hunter's face out of the corner of her eye as she pulled back. But before she could turn to him and make it clear his presence wasn't welcomed by either of them, pale fingers hooked under her chin, turning her towards Daphne, their eyes locking briefly as a sly smile clung to Dapne's lips.
"I think there is one other thing I need before you go" She said, pulling Ziva in for a kiss. Oh. Well at least she definitely got the message. Ziva thought to herself, happily leaning into the kiss, letting her eyes slide shut as she cupped the back of Daphne's neck. The slide of Daphne's tongue against her lower lip before she tugged the fullness of it between her teeth wiped all other thoughts from the brunette's mind momentarily. Ziva gave an approving noise in the back of her throat, Daphne's fingers digging into her hip as she did.
"I know you own the place, boss, but can you save the make out sessions for your break?"
Hex sent an amused jab their way, causing the two of them to pull back abruptly. Ziva glanced over to where the troublesome hunter had been, the spot now vacant. She looked back at Daphne, a smirk curling over her lips as she reached up to Daphne's face, using her thumb to clean off a smudge of her own lipstick from the edge of her mouth.
"Anything else you need from me, cher?"
The corner of Daphne's lips tugged up briefly as Ziva slipped away from her, both their hands lingering on the other for longer than necessary as they separated. Daphne curled her fingers around her glass, bringing it up for a sip before she responded.
"Yes but I think you've got a bar full of people who need your attention for now."
Ziva gave a breathy laugh, feeling desire settle in her stomach at the witches words.
"That's a fair point, if you wanna stick around a few hours maybe I can be of assistance again then."
Ziva walked away at that, sending another wink the other woman's way as she did, feeling Daphne's gaze on her the whole time.
Day 7 of @ockissfreedom is a piece about Daphne's last time leaving the Necropolis before being assigned permanently as Emmrich's assistant. Feature's @classicleechaos's Rook, Ziva Fontaine!
finally alone - thigh
read on ao3 here, or below the cut!
Daphne knew she was running out of time, and in more ways than it felt like she could keep track of. The mission she’d been sent to Minrathous for was complete, and she’d be returning to Nevarra in the morning. And it was late, well past the time she should have been in bed already, if she wanted to be well-rested for the trip back.
She didn’t. It hurt, was the thing, the idea of returning to the Mourn Watch. Always did, but tonight especially it made her feel like her skin was shrinking, pressing in around her organs like it was aiming to strangle her from the inside out. After the incident with the spirit of rage, the officers of the Watch had informed her that this trip abroad would be her last designation outside of the Necropolis. She’d already been assigned to the expedition, and there hadn’t been enough time before departure to officially restructure the unit being sent to Minrathous.
Which meant tonight was her last chance to drink in the city. Her last chance to drink in Ziva, who sat across the table from her with nimble fingers tracing absent-minded patterns into the condensation on the outside of the copper mug cradled between her palms. A sharp smile sliced through the soft planes of her face, the corners of her eyes crinkling with mischief as she caught Daphne watching her.
- - -
After that, it didn’t take long before Daphne was employing an excuse to leave the bar, wandering a block down the street and lighting a cigarette to pass the time in an alleyway until she spotted Ziva following her out. From there, it wasn’t a long walk to the other woman’s apartment. It felt like it lasted forever, though, like every silent step — every casual, could-be-accidental brush of Ziva’s hand along her own, every bump of their shoulders together followed by the flash of a secretive smile — ate too many precious minutes out of the few hours Daphne had left.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Daphne fisted her hands in the front of Ziva’s tunic, hauled the other woman across the space between them and pushed her tongue past the soft swell of Ziva’s lower lip. Licked into her mouth like this kiss was the last thing she’d ever taste.
- - -
The moonlight that spilled through the shutters on Ziva’s windows lay in thin stripes along the dip of her hip, where she rested between Daphne’s legs, brunette-and-teal curls brushing against the inside of her thigh.
“When do you think you’ll be back again?” Ziva asked, voice low and airy, head tilting backwards to look up at Daphne.
It made Daphne’s heart twist in her chest, made the truth dry up in the back of her throat. “Not for awhile, I think,” she managed, carding her hand through Ziva’s hair, letting the flicker of grief the words brought her show just a little in the downward turn of her mouth. She watched the other woman’s eyes bank, her fingers tightening over Daphne’s knee as she explained, “I’m being assigned to a research project, once we get back.”
She let the rest go unsaid, watched Ziva’s face carefully as she processed the information. She remained smooth under Daphne’s scrutiny, and guilt churned in Daphne’s gut. She hadn’t said anything untrue. She just couldn’t bring herself to admit out loud — to Ziva or to herself — that she likely wouldn’t see the outside of Nevarra City until she’d proven herself to the Watch all over again. Demonstrated the poise and restraint expected of its wards and wardens in a way she hadn’t quite managed so far.
“I could write,” she suggested, “in the meantime,” and it felt like a paltry offering, but her heart leaped into her throat with the words, fluttered there at the pleased smirk Ziva gave her in return.
“In the meantime,” she crooned, flipping onto her stomach to face Daphne properly, “I think we should make the most of the time we have left, non?”
Despite herself, Daphne grinned as Ziva’s hands wrapped around the backs of her knees, tugging her down onto the bed properly, the warmth of her lips pressing kiss after kiss along the length of her thighs until all thoughts of returning to the Necropolis were chased off; left to be considered at another hour, when the sunlight broke the horizon.
if it's real if it's sweet (if it tastes like cherry)
Written for @ockissfreedom Day 6
Prompts: Valentine, Worried for them
Pairing: Once again my Rook, Ziva "Mercar" Fontaine and @lucaniseyebrowlicker's Daphne Ingellvar (with a brief mention of her other OC, Hex De Riva, as well).
Ziva shut the back door to the kitchen, muffling the music and noise of the full restaurant as she gave a long sigh, leaning against the cool wall. She pulled her phone out of her apron pocket, checking her last messages.
Ziva- 1:42pm
Are you comin' by the restaurant tonight, cher?
Daphne💜-2:17pm
I didn't think there'd be a table open for just me, didn't you say you guys sold out your reservations for tonight?
Ziva- 2:35pm
We've always got room for you
Ziva-2:38pm
And selfishly I’d like to see you
Daphne💜-2:39pm
I'll be there
Ziva- 8:12pm
Meet me out back in 10?
Ziva checked the time, 8:17pm, and let herself relax back into the wall more, her eyes slipping shut as she took the opportunity to be still for the first time all night. Daphne had shown up when they were already well into their packed dinner rush, the Valentine's Day crowd keeping the restaurant's small staff busy the whole evening. But as promised there had been a small reserved table waiting just for her, her usual dropped off by Ziva herself with a kiss pressed to her cheek, with a promise for a moment alone later. Once the last of their reservations for the evening had been seated, Hex had all but pushed her out the back door himself, telling her he'd report her to HR if she didn't take her mandatory 30 with a grin and a wink, Ziva rolling her eyes and reminding him that he was HR as she had pulled out her phone and shot off the text to Daphne.
The back door opened again, the cacophony of noise blasting for a moment once more before it shut, and a form moved in front of Ziva, crowding into her space. Ziva eyes remained closed but she smiled at the familiar scent of Daphne's perfume, her arms lifting to wrap around her neck, pulling the other woman down to her. Her first attempt at a kiss went wide, pressing to the edge of her jaw instead, Ziva's aim off as she wearily attempted to do so without looking. She let out a sad noise in the back of her throat, trailing kisses across Daphne's cheek towards her lips as they both gave a soft laugh. Daphne's hand immediately lifted to curl around the back of Ziva's neck as their lips finally met, pressing the length of her body more firmly against Ziva's as she did the same with her tongue to the seam of the elf's lips. Both of them groaned as Ziva happily let her deepen the kiss, her head spinning as they both gave as good as they got with each slick pass of tongues, teeth nipping at reddening lips. When her lungs finally demanded oxygen, Ziva leaned her head back against the wall, looking up at Daphne with half lidded eyes and a grin as she caught her breath.
"Well good evenin' to you too, cher." She said. Daphne didn't respond to her greeting, her brow furrowing slightly instead as she reached up and cupped Ziva's face. Here in the lamp light without her zipping by like a fluttering dragonfly, she was finally really seeing the heavy dark circles under the restaurant owner's eyes and slight pallor of her usually glowing tan skin. Daphne ran her thumb over the puffiness under her eye lightly. Ziva wrapped her hand around Daphne's, pressed a quick kiss to her palm before pulling the hand away from her face, the lie of I'm fine left unspoken between them.
"I got something for you." Ziva immediately trying to change the focus away from herself, twisting her body slightly, Daphne leaning back slightly so she could reach down and grab the small bag she had sent behind her when she came out. "Well technically Hex got it when he went to pick up the cake we had catered, but I told him what to get." She finished, holding the bag out towards Daphne in the little space between them. Daphne took the bag with a slight glare, but there was no heat behind it as her lips curled up in a small smile.
"I thought we said no Valentine's Day gifts."
"It's not a gift, just a little treat, that's all."
"Pretty sure that still counts, babe."
Ziva shrugged in response, a grin still lingering on her face as Daphne rolled her eyes, opening the bag and fishing out the contents. She pulled out a small arrangement of handmade lollipops, each piece of sugar molded into a sparkling heart in shades of pink, white, red and purple and arranged to resemble a bouquet of flowers, tied together with a green bow. Ziva's smile widened when she saw Daphne's eyes light up at the arrangement, eagerly plucking one from the group and unwrapping it.
"Well I suppose it would be rude of me not to accept such a sweet treat."
Ziva hummed in agreement as she watched Daphne suck on one curve of the heart, her lips wrapped around the piece of sugar distractingly. Ziva leaned forward, eyes staying locked with Daphne's as she arched up to glide her tongue over the exposed side of the heart shaped treat, a burst of cherry and sugar filling her mouth as both of their gazes darkened.
"Don't start something we don't have time to finish, Fontaine."
Ziva laughed, feeling the buzz of desire thrum in her veins even as the weariness in her body protested, winking at Daphne as she responded.
"A rain check then." Ziva reached into her apron once more, pulling out the smaller of the two key rings in there, pressing the key to her apartment upstairs into Daphne's free hand.
"We'll probably be late tonight cleaning up, but you're welcome to wait upstairs." Daphne hummed around the sugar still between her lips, fidgeting with the key for a moment. Ziva felt anxiety spread in her chest, worried she had overstepped in her assumption Daphne would want to stay the night, not wanting to come off too desperate in this new…whatever they were.
"If you'd rather head home though th-" the heart shape left Daphne's lips with a pop as she leaned forward to cut off Ziva's sentence and squashing her worry with a firm press of her lips. Ziva hummed, smiling into the kiss, chasing the taste of cherry clinging to those lips as she pulled Daphne in closer once more.
So the winners of my WIP Poll were 12 lines of "Zivaphne Post Final battle reunion" and "Chiario-Lighthouse AU first date"
This wip is for the Zivaphne Post Final battle reunion piece, I'll have the Chiaro lines out later today! (yes it's actually 13 lines sssshhh)
Daphne Ingellvar belongs to @lucaniseyebrowlicker
CW: non graphic descriptions of a person who is very hurt, pov of passing out, implied blood loss (she'll be fine though I promise)
Also there is implied Ziva/Daphne/Lucanis with a few lines, that is the end game for them in this timeline but at this point they are still Figuring That Out
Ziva’s knees feel weak by the time Lucanis places a hand on her back, gently guiding her away from the cheering crowds forming to welcome them. He is careful; makes it come off as two lovers wanting a moment alone instead of showing the panic she knows he is feeling about her well being right now. As soon as they are out of eyesight of the crowds she is leaning on him heavily, his arm looping under hers to take most of her weight.
She sees the way Emmrich gives her a worried glance as he walks next to them, his steps hurrying towards his fellow Watchers ahead of them to make their healers aware of Rook’s status.
They’re nearing the area the Watchers and Veil Jumpers had set up with their healers and medics when a familiar “Ziva!” comes from near by, Daphne’s voice high and tight as she calls to her. Lucanis protests for a moment as Ziva lurches in his hold, but doesn’t stop her from turning towards the direction of the voice. Daphne’s bright red ponytail rushes towards her through the crowds, Ziva limping to meet her until they collide, Ziva gripping Daphne tight as they both fall to their knees.
Those around them are kind enough to ignore the emotional moment as they kept working, moving around the two women as they clung to each other. Daphne is speaking, her words a jumbled mix of relief and panic and sobs, but Ziva’s ears are ringing too much to comprehend what she’s saying.
She inhales deeply against the crook of Daphne’s neck, the lingering smell of Lucanis’ cologne on her own clothes mixing with Daphne’s scent in a way that makes warmth bloom in Ziva’s chest because it feels like home.
Daphne pulls back, looking down at Ziva, carefully tucking some the elven woman’s messy curls back from her face as Daphne's brow creased, giving a quiet “Ziva?” at her uncharacteristic silence. Ziva blinks at her owlishly as Daphne form doubles and triples in front of her, her hand coming up and leaving a red streak on Daphne’s cheek as she mumbles something in Orlesian about how pretty she is, her words slurring as her vision tunnels.
The last thing she is conscious of is Daphne screaming for Lucanis and a flash of purple as her body is lifted in the air.
Was tagged by @hightowerqueen who posted about their OC Bea in The Lighthouse Verse AU, and so I am also going to post about Lighthouse Verse Daphne!
The Lighthouse Verse is a collaborative AU of about 100k words (So Far!) written by 8 different authors, that reimagines The Lighthouse as an historic queer bar on the verge of bankruptcy. When Daphne, longtime regular and close friend of bartenders Bea and Ayden, hears the bar is in danger of closing down, she reaches out to her ex-boyfriend Lucanis Dellamorte, aka Spite. A locally famous drag queen whose act Daphne used to perform in as a back-up dancer, Lucanis agrees to take the act to the Lighthouse to help drum up business.
When Lucanis meets Ayden — Daphne’s longtime totally just casual hook up — and Daphne rejoins the act and grows closer to Lucanis’s girlfriend, Ziva Fontaine, worlds collide. And Daphne’s favorite pastime of running away from her feelings rather than facing them starts to feel a little bit harder to indulge.
Tagging @nonagesimus and @classicleechaos since Ayden and Ziva belong to you and are mentioned!
Gonna share a bit from the next chapter of Theme Nights, featuring @classicleechaos's Ziva "Mercar" Fontaine! Going to tag Lee, @orangeandclover and @no1lucanispegger!
“Is it too awkward if I admit I was scared to meet you?” Ziva says, and Daphne chokes on a nervous laugh, takes a sip of her margarita to cover it.
Salt clings to her lip and she licks at it, a little more sloppily than she’d like. Looks over Ziva’s shoulder like she’ll find backup on the mostly empty patio.
“You were?” she mumbles, picking up a napkin, shredding it between her fingers.
She catches Ziva watching her, tucks the strips of paper under the basket of chips, and her hands in her lap.
“No,” the elven woman says, with a wry smile, “the idea of working with my boyfriends’ ex while we all shimmy around each other in spandex and high heels was actually quite comforting to me.”
Daphne snorts, “Yeah, well, the view’s pretty similar from my side of the fence too.”
“So why’d you say yes?” Ziva asks. Her tidy nails drum once on the side of her glass, and the look she gives Daphne is not unkind but it is demanding. Like she’s been wanting to ask, holding herself back from it. She has been, Daphne realizes.
But Daphne doesn’t know how to answer. There’s a thousand different reasons that all leap to her head but none of them seem to work their way to her tongue. She owes him, so much more than she could ever begin to make up for, and this is the least she can do. She owes Hex. She misses Hex, misses dancing, misses feeling like she’s part of something. Any answer she’d give feels like an admission of more than she’s willing to reveal, though, so she settles on being evasive. Swallowing the uneasy feeling she’s given herself considering the options and firing the question back at the other woman.
“Why did you?”
Ziva’s stare remains fixed on her, unwavering. Unrelenting. A flush creeps up her chest as Daphne wills herself to remain steady under the other dancer’s attention.
