Thedas Weekend
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“Ready, darling?” Emmrich pushed open the bedroom door with his hip, fingers on his cuff, smoothing it down.
“Ugh.” Rook sat by the vanity, attempting to pin her hair into some semblance of order, tucking errant strands into one hand, the other holding a golden clip trying to bunch it together — and failing. Her hair fell back down in waves. “Give me another minute.”
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Or, Emmrich and Rook get ready for a party. They'll be running a little late.
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- Part 1 of Thedas Weekend
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Neve was a cynic and she’d come to have certain expectations of the world. One, it was rarely fair and there was always a price, some greater than others. Two, there would always be people that needed help everywhere — best to pick your battles and take the small wins when you can. Three, surprises always led to trouble and vacations were a myth. All of them unalterable facts of Neve’s world.
And yet.
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Or, Neve reflects on her relationship with Rook and Lucanis.
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- Part 2 of Thedas Weekend
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Nellie was frozen on her bed, arms like lead, chest tight and heavy. It was cold, too cold, she was sure her fingers must be turning blue, ice crawling up her veins. But she couldn’t even shiver, muscles locked in place as her eyes darted around the room in a panic.
Then Nellie’s eyes settled on her.
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Or, Emmrich and Rook's little girl has a nightmare. Or is it?
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- Part 3 of Thedas Weekend
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Anita cooed at her, hand flicking Viera's curly auburn hair back, exposing her neck. Fingers to her jugular, not quite pressing — Vi would groan if she could, cunt aching as the ropes keeping her legs open burned.
“My poor amatus.” Anita applied pressure to her throat. “Do you want some attention?”
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Or, Anita ties Viera up.
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- Part 4 of Thedas Weekend
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shrouded in sunlight, your voice in the wind by floricolous
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
03 Mar 2025
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“What the fuck just happened?” Taash’s horrified whisper was loud in Emmrich’s ear, the sky rumbling above them just as Rook blinked out of existence, Lucanis still prone on the ground but breathing.
“I don’t know, but we need to get out of here — now!” Davrin pulled Emmrich by the arm. He resisted, trying to reach the spot he last saw Rook. Davrin tugged him harder. “Come on!”
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Or, a look at how Emmrich deals with Rook's disappearance.
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- Part 5 of Thedas Weekend
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Slots for Professor Volkarin's lectures always filled up quickly and Thana traded not one, not two, but five separate favors to get a seat. But it was worth it — just to hear the professor’s low, warm voice go on about self-abnegation techniques for sub-astral navigation.
Maker. Doesn't the Professor just make it sound like the most riveting thing?
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Or, Thana has a tiny crush on one Professor Volkarin. She doesn't do much about it besides pine in the background of his lectures.
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- Part 6 of Thedas Weekend
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Johanna was not soft — sharp-tongued and long-clawed, always had been, always would be. The type to leave the apprentices crying with a well-timed, cutting barb, shot to nip their unimpressive careers in the bud. The type to leave suitors wondering what the hell they were thinking in the first place. She scoffed at them all. Fools and cowards.
Then there was Volkarin, the bleeding heart, the insipid popinjay that stuck to Johanna like particularly cloying perfume, hard to wash off, harder to forget. Ambitious, brilliant, and charming, stealing into crevices she hadn't realized she had. Johanna had no soft center, but for him — well, her claws retracted only an inch, sinking hard enough to bruise, to bleed, but never to kill. It would be a waste of talent, after all.
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Or, Johanna, in her youth, doing something kind for Emmrich. It's a secret until it's not.
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- Part 7 of Thedas Weekend
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Ellana pushed Solas to his knees, a strip of leather around his neck, hot and tight — not enough to choke, but just enough to press against his skin when he stretched, pleasant and full of promise. It left him gasping when Ellana pulled the leash and tugged him forward, her legs spread, his spend dripping from her cunt and onto the sheets below.
“You made a mess, vhenan.” She tutted, eyes half-lidded, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She winded the leash around her hand and pulled it taut. “Clean it up.”
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Or, leashed and collared, Solas cleans up his mess.
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- Part 8 of Thedas Weekend
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Solas slipped away, the wine turning sour in his mouth. This feast, this celebration — for another victory of the Evanuris, for another great foe slain, Wisdom and consequences unheeded. He grimaced, and the hot burn of fury twisted in his gut. And her — Mythal seated at the high table with the rest of them, mouth curled in a secretive smile, fingers over Elgar'nan's. She had not spoken once to Solas this night, and it had left him off-balance as his feet took him away from the great hall and into the guest wing of her palace.
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Or, did the Dread Wolf truly think Mythal had forgotten him?
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- Part 9 of Thedas Weekend
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Rook wondered what it would be like to trace it — the wrinkles on his brow, the crow's feet by his eyes, following his hairline with her fingers, until she brushed his jaw and her thumb was under his lip. It would be soft, she thought, his lips — speaking of spirits and the Fade as she climbed onto his lap, ground onto him, her heat against his, her hands on his starched collar, unpinning his—
“Rook?” Emmrich's tongue darted out to wet his lip, a pause as he cocked his head at her.
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Or, Rook is pining horribly for dear Professor Volkarin.
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- Part 10 of Thedas Weekend
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“Solas.”
He froze, lyrium dagger held high, the terrible tremble of magic in the air. He recognized her voice, how could he ever forget? Decades or centuries — he would know her from the way her mouth shaped his name, from the sigh that escaped her lips now.
“Solas,” she called his name again, and he could hear her feet against the stone stairs, carefully climbing toward him. “Vhenan, please.”
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Or, what if it was Lavellan instead of Varric at the Veilguard prologue?
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- Part 11 of Thedas Weekend
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“Happy with someone who cares for you.” The words were out of Rook’s mouth before she could think, mortified at her own sincerity when she finally realized what she had said, a fierce blush spreading across her cheeks. She stepped back, stammering, “I— I mean—”
“Would you take a walk with me, my dear?”
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Or, a variation on Emmrich and Rook's first kiss.
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- Part 12 of Thedas Weekend
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love spilling through the edges by floricolous
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
03 Apr 2025
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Papa's funeral was last week and Nell had long run out of tears in the endless stream of condolences and well-wishers. She didn’t begrudge them — or tried not to, anyway — after all, her father had been a well-loved and well-respected man, and it was gratifying to see that for herself even at a time like this.
But she was just so tired.
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Or, far into the future, Emmrich's daughter finds something among his belongings.
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- Part 13 of Thedas Weekend
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Emmrich had grown quite fond of Antivan opera in recent years, and while the Nevarra City Opera House was certainly no Dellamorte estate — there being a distinct lack of Crows in the audience and the only blood to be spilled this night would be Queen Madrigal’s on center stage — Emmrich dared hope Rook would enjoy it all the same.
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Or, Emmrich takes Rook to the opera. Rook finds some extra entertainment.
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- Part 14 of Thedas Weekend
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kiss me so i know it's real by floricolous
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
03 Apr 2025
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They had won. Mirevas’ knees nearly buckled under them from relief until a loud gasp and a crack reverberated across the open space of the throne room. Neve gasped again, hands breaking through the Blight, stumbling away from the throne then falling to floor.
“Neve!”
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Or, after they win, Rook, Neve, and Lucanis take some time to themselves.
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- Part 15 of Thedas Weekend
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The knife was lodged in her chest and it was surprise — not fear — that came over Rook’s face as the color drained from her. “Emm—rich…”
“Hush, darling.” He caught her just as her knees gave out and she crumpled. “It will be alright. Just a little pain, my love.” Pain was but a small price to pay for eternity. Rook would forgive him for it, he was sure — his wonderful, beautiful, brave girl. This too she shall overcome.
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Or, Emmrich can't stand to lose Rook and loses her in the process anyway — until Rook comes back.
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- Part 16 of Thedas Weekend
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actually, i just miss you by floricolous
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
19 Apr 2025
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The door mat was not in the same place Neve left it that morning. A little off center, like someone had stepped on it and then turned around without lifting their feet. Could be nothing, but could be something. Neve was suspicious all the same. She pressed her fingers to the door, and just as she suspected — it gaped slightly.
The lock had been picked.
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Or, Neve comes home to a surprise.
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- Part 17 of Thedas Weekend
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you put the very stars to shame by floricolous
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
20 Apr 2025
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Emmrich ran a gloved hand down Rook's spine and leaned down, mouth brushing the junction where neck met shoulder. She shivered under him.
“Allow me to assist you, my love,” he murmured against her skin, the flesh pebbling beneath his lips as he kissed a line down her shoulder.
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Or, Emmrich helps Rook get dressed.
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- Part 18 of Thedas Weekend
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see how flowers grow beneath the place your head once lay by floricolous
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
21 Jun 2025
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Emmrich startled awake, sucking in harsh breaths, the air icy pinpricks in his lungs as he scrambled to reorient himself. The ritual site, and the dagger, and — Rook.
In his arms, her lips against his, and— and— not here.
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Or, Emmrich loses consciousness after a fortnight of trying to get Rook back from the Fade. He wakes up alone and panics.
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- Part 19 of Thedas Weekend
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“You know…” Rook was on her knees, crawling toward him before she could think. “I'm still pretty cold. Wanna…” And Emmrich’s eyes were drawn to her lips when her tongue darted out to wet them. “Wanna do something about that?”
Shadows from the fire danced on his face, creating an almost otherworldly look as his eyes darkened and his smile widened. “Is that so, darling? Of course, we can't have you freezing to death out here.”
“Exactly,” her words came out as a whisper, hands travelling up his trousers, settling on his hips as she drew herself up to her knees.
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Or, Rook and Emmrich get caught in a storm in Rivain. They take shelter in a nearby cave and find something fun to do until the storm abates.
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- Part 20 of Thedas Weekend