Since I haven't been loud on main about these two in awhile...
Art credit to @hijennyt
Lena 'Rook' Mercar is my Shadow Dragon Rogue who romances Ashur. She is one of my favorite OCs. Very much based off my personality (and even looks like me with that head shave). She will do anything to support the Boss but doesn't think she's really worthy of being more than his dirty little secret. I mean he's the Divine and she's just... an orphan
I currently have two series dedicated to them.
In Venom, Veracity, and Virtue Lena saves Minrathous and has to navigate forgiving the boss after he sends her away with Varric.
In The Dragons Den we are post VG where Lena and Lucanis broke up and she returns home to pick up with pieces with the man who always loved her despite her chosing to save Treviso
Lena is named for my dear friend @vorchagirl because this OC and story would have died long ago without her encouragement. And of course @weaveandwood always screaming about Ashurook with me.
No pressure tagging @zombiefishgirl @tarasmom and @redheadsramblings
Rules: Basically, dust off an old work and polish it up to show it off. Reach back in that achive guys
A bit of Rook/Ashur/Tarquin, though at this point in it Rook and Tarquin are both with Ashur though not romantically with each other. (Different Rook/Ashur/Tarquin. Not Desa)
Rook took note of who was present and who wasn't as she stepped out of the Eluvian room. She hadn't brought any of the team with her since this was in the nature of a more personal visit.
This time of day Ashur wasn't here, but she wasn't looking for him. She'd timed her visit carefully. She moved confidently towards the back room where Tarquin preferred to work on the ledgers. The Templar was alone, cup of cooling tea at one elbow as he leaned over a notebook and a pair of spectacles perched on his nose.
Tarquin looked up when he heard footsteps, his scowl turning searching when he saw who it was. He set his quill down. "Rook."
"Tarquin," Rook inclined her head. "How are things?"
"You mean how is he," Tarquin snorted and crossed his arms. "You gave Ashur quite the scare at Lavendale with those blighted dragons."
"That wasn't my intention," Rook sighed.
He lifted his brows. "I didn't think it was. You just seem to possess an instead ability to get yourself into the worst situations and survive by a hair. I swear you're going to make me go gray someday." His expression turned concerned. "How's the leg?"
"Between Flynn, Emmrich, and a bit of forced rest, alright," Rook admitted. "It cost me more days than I like. There's just too much to do these days."
Tarquin observed the dark circles under her eyes. "You aren't sleeping," he accused. "You can't help anyone if you're dead, Mercar."
Rook cocked her head at his use of her actual name and not the 'Rook' everyone used these days. "Let's be honest, Tarquin. I will be lucky if all of this doesn't kill me." She looked pensive. "Just promise me, please, that you'll look after him? He loves you."
Tarquin leveled a glare at her. "He loves you too, Mercar, and I suppose I am moderately fond of you, so you'd better not go and die on us."
Started a smutty one shot, did my usual thing of letting it spiral into a huge narrative justification.
What can I say, I'm a sucker for men in masks.
My Shadow Dragon Rook, Hestia, and The Viper.
I have no idea how long this fic will end up being, or if it will have a fairytale ending but happy to have anyone along for the ride.
A shout out to my sister in smut @kimberbohwrites for indulging my brainrot and being so supportive overall. Also for pointing me in the direction of @weaveandwood's Viper x Rook Fic "The Snake and The Crow" - truly flying the flag for the Ashur fans GO AND READ IT!
Pairing: The Viper x Female Rook (Bianca, an Antivan Crow mage)
Words: 3.4K
NSFW
Summary:
The Viper and Rook had chemistry that was instantaneous, obvious. It was only a matter of time before they acted on it. And then kept acting on it over and over again. This takes place on one such night.
AN: I have never been more feral for a non-romanceable NPC before, and now...I get it.
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Read Chapter Two
He met her, as always, by the Eluvian at the shop. She crossed through, as always, wearing Shadow Dragon robes to blend in, though she knew they wouldnât stay on long enough for it to really matter. He stepped forward, pulling her into his arms for the quickest of moments before leading her through the hideout, taking a path she had grown very familiar with these past weeks. Though it was the middle of the night when only the fewest and most discreet Dragons were around, he would remain vigilant and masked, only unveiling himself once they were alone in his quarters at the hideout. Not much longer, she thought, ready to rid herself of both her clothes and her tension with a few hours spent tangled up in him.Â
Their chemistry had been instantaneous, palpable to the point where even Neve commented that she felt like she was intruding on something after the first time they met. It seemed like a forgone conclusion then, that by their third meeting they found themselves in hidden corridors, entwined in each other. Since then, she made appearances every other night, and the two spent hurried hours forgetting about duty for the first time in a long time.Â
Tonight though, something was different - they turned left instead of right. The went out the entrance to the streets of Dock Town instead of to his small converted office that she intimately knew every flat surface of.Â
âViper, where are you taking me?â Bianca asked, following him through the streets, crowded even at this hour. He pulled her into a side alleyway and pressed her back against the wall of a building. He looked left and right before unhooking his mask and kissed her - deeply, and far, far too quickly - before pulling away. She was left breathless and desperate for more, clinging on to his coat to regain her balance as he fastened his mask back into place.Â
âThe hideout is too busy for me to be able to do all the things I want to do to you,â he said softly into her ear. He tucked a curl behind it, his fingers tracing the outline of the elegantly pointed tip, sending a shock through her.Â
âOh,â she whispered, a hot flush creeping up her neck though she couldnât recall seeing more than the usual handful of Dragons when they cut through the hideout before. She could sense something simmering under the carefully crafted veneer he exhibited as The Viper, and wondered what was in store for her when he could be Ashur once more. He took her hand and led her on a winding path through alleys, side streets, and up some ladders before finally arriving at a small apartment.Â
âDid you bring me toâŚyour home?â she questioned with a teasing smile, looking around while walking through the front door. It was modest, sparsely furnished - the mark of a man who never spent any time there. She leaned against a wall and watched him take off his hat and mask, finally revealing the handsome face that she had grown so fond of over these last weeks, specifically his full lips.Â
He knew what he was doing with those lips.Â
âI know I can trust you,â he said matter-of-factly, hanging up his coat. âNow, where were we?âÂ
âI believe you were going to elaborate on all the things you wanted to do to me,â she said. He stepped close to her, unfastening the closure of the robes she had hastily thrown on before leaving the Lighthouse that night and sliding them off her shoulders, leaving her in just a pair of leggings.Â
His fingers traced the outlines of the feather shaped scars she had gotten carved into her skin the night she was initiated as a Crow. The pain had been worth it for the feeling of his light touch, tonight and every night they were together.
âI want to touch every one of these feathers,â he rumbled in her ear. âWith my fingers, with my mouthâŚespecially your wings.â Biancaâs breath caught at the mere thought of him behind her, mental images from previous nights creeping to the forefront of her memory - one hand on her waist, pulling her back into him, the other in her hair, tugging slightly to turn her head to kiss him roughly. He had always been particularly drawn to the feathers carved into the shape of wings on her back. His mouth trailed from her earlobe to the side of her neck, kisses following a path left by his touch, causing her magic to react wildly within her. Sparks of lightning felt like they followed each press of his lips against her heated skin, bringing a gasp from her own. Her neck, her collarbone, the lowest scarred feather between her breasts - nowhere escaped Ashurâs diligence.
Still, he moved lower, and the sparks within her ignited to fire as she watched him. She was ready to self combust when she felt his fingers reaching inside the waistband of her leggings. He let out an approving hum when he realized she didn't wear undergarments - she never did on nights they spent in each otherâs company.
âYouâre lucky I even wore those.â
âYou shouldnât have.â
âThat would have made for one awkward walk through Dock Town,â she laughed seeing the smirk on his face looking up at her. âIt wouldnât be good for Mr. Anonymity to be seen walking the streets in the middle of the night with a pantsless woman, donât you agree?âÂ
âIt may have been worth it,â he smiled against her stomach, kissing it once more before sliding off the slippers she wore and pushing her leggings off her hips, the dim light in his apartment revealing the curves and dips of her strong frame. He traced the outlines of her legs from her ankles to her calves to her thighs before settling his hands on her hips. Bianca admitted to herself that there was something very pleasing about a fully clothed Ashur kneeling before her naked body. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall and felt his warm breath on her. He kissed each hip bone, each thigh, her lower stomach as if he had all the time in the world, his soft lips branding her yet never moving to the place she wanted them the most.Â
âAshur,â she whispered, âit isnât like you to tease me so much.â Most nights were frenzied with him - there was never time for much else. They had a simple arrangement, and it worked. Or so she thought, until she felt him kissing almost every inch of her skin. Things couldnât be different between them, butâŚwhat if?Â
âThere is less of a chance of someone flinging my door open with an emergency here,â he looked up at her before draping her leg over his shoulder, kissing the crease of her thigh. âBesides, here you can be as loud as you want,â he smiled before flattening his tongue, dragging it from her entrance to her clit, the lightning within her raging once more. She tightened her grip on his shoulders and arched against the wall, soft moans spilling from her mouth as he continued licking, alternating between soft slow laps and fervent flicks against her, reading her body like a book he was well acquainted with. Her hips rocked against his face, and she wanted more, more, moreâŚ
His fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips, his tongue keeping its steady rhythm like a dutiful soldier. She tensed up and shuddered against him, her cries echoing through the apartment as he tasted her pleasure. Â
He stood and swept his hand from her hips to her stomach to her breasts in an agonizingly slow path. It was pleasant torture - every second he spent exploring her body increased her want of him tenfold. The warmth of his lips soon followed as he took each nipple into his mouth - sucking, flicking, biting gently. She felt him hum against her as each one hardened at his ministrations. He dragged his tongue in a path between her breasts, following the outlines of her scars back up to her collarbone, her throat, then finally her lips, where he kissed her like he would never kiss her again. Kissing Ashur was what she assumed a religious experience would be like, if she had been religious at all - he kissed her deeply, intensely, and with a fervor that was unmatched by all the others she had kissed before. Their tongues slid together, well-practiced at knowing what the other liked. His hands threaded through her hair, wrapping in her tangle of curls, while hers busied themselves by pulling his shirt free from his pants. He had been wearing it far too long. She began fumbling with the buttons blindly, distracted by both the heat of his kiss and the hardness pressing against her hip, letting out a frustrated groan when they did not yield easily. She was desperate to have him inside her and in that moment, those buttons were proving to be almost as big a foe as the gods they were fighting.Â
He pulled away, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth before grabbing her hand and leading her down a small hallway to his bedroom - as sparsely furnished as the rest of the apartment, but comfortable enough. Bianca perched on his bed, watching him.Â
âI thought I was lucky just seeing the entryway to your apartment, I didnât realize Iâd be seeing your bedroom too,â she laughed. âYouâre pulling out all⌠theâŚâ
She was quickly silenced by the sight of him undressing. Ashur had a grace that was hidden by the layers he wore. He surprised her that first night they were together, how elegant his movements were when unconstrained by large jackets and layers of clothing, layers of duty, layers of pressure. He never shied under her gaze, even when she watched him as intently as she was now - head tilted, eyes following the path of his hands. Sliding his shirt off, pushing down his pants, taking off his undergarments. It had to be said Ashur in no clothing was her favorite Ashur of all. Completely unburdened, completely himself. It was a rare occasion they had the opportunity to fully undress as most nights were stolen moments, a rearrangement of clothing to allow for quick access and an easy exit. TonightâŚwell tonight there felt like there was time, even if they both knew there wasnât. Not really.Â
âNow youâre really spoiling me,â she said. âA girl could get used to this, you better watch out. Soon, I wonât want to be bent over your desk anymore,â she laughed.Â
He laughed as he crossed the room, climbing on to the bed behind her. He made good on his promise from earlier as she felt the first touch of his fingers softly tracing the scars on her left shoulder, followed by his lips. Slowly, methodically, he traced each one from her shoulder blade to her arm and back. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, focusing solely on the feeling of him on her skin, anticipation of his next move adding to the bonfire raging within her.Â
âWe both know thatâs a lie,â he whispered into her ear, gently nipping at her earlobe and eliciting a soft gasp from her. Bianca was wound so tightly she felt she could explode at any moment, and though she hadnât even touched him yet, she could tell he must be feeling similarly - he was hard as stone against her backside. She pressed her hips back into him, smiling at the moan he used her shoulder to muffle while he resumed his careful appreciation of the scars on her right arm.Â
He ran a finger lightly up and down her spine, goosebumps spreading all over her body. She wasnât sure what magic he possessed to cause her to react so vividly to his touch, but she would not complain, not when it felt like this. His hands went to her waist, pulling her against him, her back now pressed against his firm chest. She rocked back against his hardness, wanting him even more if that were possible. She wanted him to push her forward into the mattress and take her. Instead, she felt a hand slide to her center, parting her and finding her swollen clit before rubbing it gently. The other hand slid up to her breast, his palm fully covering it as it kneaded the soft flesh, his hips rocking in time with hers.Â
âAshurâŚpleaseâŚâ she moaned. This wasnât fair - they didnât tease each other, they didnât drag it out. That was something for normal people with normal lives who werenât trying to save the world. That was something forâŚfeelings. Something they agreed they couldnât â wouldnât â risk. âDonât make me beg.âÂ
He stopped moving.Â
âWould you beg for me?â he whispered into her ear. She could almost hear the smile in his voice. âYou want me that badly?â
âI want you inside me right now,â she whispered, her voice dripping with lust. âDonât make me wait any longer.âÂ
âLie down for me. I want to be able to watch you while I have you,â he said. If she thought she was heated before, it was nothing compared to how she felt then. Her body was molten - she was liquid fire in his hands as he pushed her back onto the mattress, her head resting against his pillow. It was faint, but it smelled of him. She guessed this was probably the first time heâd been here in over a week. She watched him through half-lidded eyes as he settled himself between her spread legs, pressing them farther apart with his muscular thighs.Â
âYou are beautiful, you know that right?â he said, leaning down to kiss her as he took himself in one hand, guiding himself into her slowly, steadily, just the way she liked it. The initial burn gave way to pleasure as she felt herself open and give around him. Ashur was a large man, especially where it counted. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed deeply inside of her, filling and stretching her perfectly. Any worries she had during the day left her mind whenever he was inside her and tonight was no exception.Â
He set a deliberate pace from the beginning. There was no need for easing her into it, she preferred it this way - with him pulling almost completely out of her before driving back in fully. Each time his hips snapped against hers she felt the world melt away. She arched against his bed, her arms wrapped around his back just as his were around hers - the two of them clinging tightly to each other as they sought to forget everything outside of this moment, if only for a moment. She knew her nails were digging into his skin, and selfishly hoped they would leave a mark, even if no one would be able to see it.Â
âMore, Ashur, more,â she whispered into his ear. âHave me. Take me. Iâm yours.âÂ
He looked into her eyes, something quickly flashing across them but gone in an instant before he sat up on his knees, his hands on her hips. He drove into her faster, harder, grunting with effort. His eyes darkened as he watched where they were joined, his hardness glistening with her arousal.
For a long while, the only noises in the bedroom were the sounds of their collective moans, their bodies hitting together, and the creaking of the bed. Ashur managed to hit every spot that drove Bianca crazy, even some she didnât even know he could hit from this position. He moved her feet to his shoulders, using her thighs as leverage as he continued his relentless pace - long, driving strokes that hit every inch of her. She felt herself starting to tighten around him, wanting that release so badly but not wanting this night to end. She could be like this with him all night every night and never be satisfied. She was selfish when it came to being with him, that she knew. How could she not be? She was certain she was ruined, that no one else could possibly make her feel this good. The scary thing that raced through her mind occasionally was that she wasnât sure if she wanted anyone else to try.Â
âAshur, I -â she panted, unable to get a complete sentence out before he started to rub her clit once more, a jolt running through her, causing her hips to buck at his touch. He knew what she needed. He kept the same pace, watching her face as she got closer and closer to the edge, ready to throw herself over that great precipice. She cried out his name, sending it to whatever gods were listening, if there even were gods anymore and came hard around him. Pleasure crashed over her in waves as her orgasm shuddered through her body once more.Â
He lost control, thrusting into her roughly as he raced to the peak of his own desire. He kept eye contact as he finally, blissfully reached it, driving into her once more before crying out loudly, his release filling her. He was beautiful when he came, she couldnât deny it. He was beautiful always, but unguarded, unfiltered, and knowing nothing but pleasure was a side of Ashur no one else got to see but her, at least at this moment in time.
A small consolation.Â
Sweaty and panting, he pulled out of her and lay beside her on the bed to catch his breath. She turned to her side to look at him, unused to having time to relax after finishing their near nightly ritual.Â
âWhy donât you stay tonight?â he asked quietly, breaking the silence. His finger played with a wild curl that had fallen across her face before pushing it back into place with all the others.Â
âThat doesnât sound very âno strings attached,â Ashur,â she laughed. She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to.
âMaybe we could have a couple strings,â he replied.Â
âHmm...and what would a couple strings be like?â she asked, her fingers tracing the shell of his ear, the sharpness of his jaw, the fullness of his lips. He responded with a gentle kiss to her fingertips.Â
âMaybe sometimes we come here if thereâs time. Maybe you stay the night instead of running off straight back to the eluvian.â He sighed. âThere are other, more dangerous strings I am thinking of, but those are not possible.âÂ
She laughed. âAnd what constitutes a dangerous string?â
âSomething like us not hiding, something like us seeing what this even is. Or could be.â Â
âThose areâŚdangerous strings. You know that. I know that. If anyone found out, the Venatori would use me against you and Elgar'nan and Ghilanânain would use you to get to me. WeâŚcanât,â she said, her brow furrowed as her heart sank. âAs much as I want to.âÂ
âSoâŚIâm not alone in feeling this way?â he asked, his fingers intertwining with hers.Â
âNo, youâre not. Which may be dangerous in its own way. We both have important work to do. When that is done, we can revisit the dangerous strings.â Relief poured through her veins as he nodded in agreement.Â
âAnd until then?â he asked, kissing each one of her knuckles, the inside of her wrist, her shoulder, her neck. He was relentless, and she was already cursing herself for being logical for once in her short life. And he knew it.Â
âWe can have a coupleâŚnon-dangerous strings. I do think I like being in your bed.âÂ
âAnd you staying here?âÂ
âI like that too,â she smiled. âJust not tonight. I have to leave in a few hours to meet with Grey Wardens in the Anderfels and find a monster hunter named Davrin. I should be back in a couple days, though. If it's a night where thereâs timeâŚIâd like a repeat of tonight. More than one.â She paused, her heart racing. âI like this. I like us. If it were any other worldâŚâÂ
He kissed her then, softly.Â
âIf it were any other world, we wouldnât have met. It is what it is. Iâm happy to revisit the dangerous strings later. Come on, letâs get you home. UnlessâŚâ he pulled her back on top of him, making her laugh in surprise. She felt him already starting to harden beneath her once more. âYou have time for a quick round two?âÂ
âI think I can make the time. Who needs sleep anyway?â she smiled before kissing him.
@hijennyt made this based off my prompt response found here on AO3. Literally the most beautiful and amazing gift I have ever received. Please go check out her work and give her a follow
Discord Writing Prompt
After Lucanis hurts Rook so bad that Rook goes back to Ashur fuming/crying, he sends a letter to Lucanis
(Ashur vs Lucanis was specifically requested though it originally was a general faction leader/lover)
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