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An Unkindness of Ravens by Wildmooncat
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age: Origins - Awakening, Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age II
12 Feb 2025
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Cuerva and Lucanis grew up in the shadows of their families’ heroism and infamy (depending on whom you ask), their lives shaped by the victories their forebears had won and the violence that followed them. Now their personal and generational demons pull them to one another and into the fray of an apocalyptic journey.
This fic is my headcanon for a Rook who is the daughter of Zevran and Kalian Tabris. I’ll be fleshing out both the Zevran/Tabris romance and the Rook/Lucanis romance (because my soul always needs more fluff than Bioware sees fit to give us) in snapshots that I imagine happening between the scenes included in the games. I’m also planning to weave in more of my favorite characters from past Dragon Age games into the events of Veilguard.
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Crows of a Feather by surburbanmoss
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games)
08 Apr 2025
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I do love a slow burn but, frankly, Veilguard is too slow burning for me.
A half-retelling, half-reimagining of the events of Veilguard with a sharper focus on Rookanis chaos. Female Crow Rook.
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Flesh and Bone by thefontbandit
Fandom Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
30 Jan 2025
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The Language of Flowers by Wisteria_In_Winter
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games)
08 Jan 2025
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“The idea of you in the grasp of Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan, suffering because of me, I couldn’t bear it. My worst nightmares brought to life could not compare to the dread I felt in that moment. Their foul voices, that whispered promise, the thought that they would take everything about you that I love and adore and twist it, blight it, puppet you on the edge of what you fear most. I couldn’t lose you, Emmrich, not like that, not ever. You hated me, but you were safe. I’d pay that cost a thousand times over,” Rook sniffed, holding back tears.
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In the wake of the sixth Blight, Rook finds herself adrift, clinging as best she can to her old life as a florist of the Grand Necropolis to maintain some normality. The choices she made still haunt her, the companions and the lover she hurt and lost along the way, leaving an aching void in her heart.
But what Rook believes to be lost is only shrouded in misunderstanding.
With the help of her friends, she'll find her feet again.
With a drunken confession of love through floriography, the language of flowers, her heart will be mended.
Series
- Part 2 of The Necromancy of Flowers