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Triptych by eiluned for DreadRedQueen
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games)
05 Nov 2025
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She shook the last cobwebs from her mind and rolled over to find Spite lying in their bed, a fully corporeal Spite. He was a perfect copy of Lucanis, just duskier, like looking through a filter of twilight. He was just as solid as her human lover, she discovered when she put a hand on his chest. And he was also very, very aroused.
Rook and Lucanis wake to find a horny demon in their bed.
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21 Apr 2026
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spite's (k)not a bad guy by OnlyALIttlePsycho
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
24 Aug 2025
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Lucanis and Spite introduce Rook to her new favorite pastime.
(This is 2.2k words of pure knotting smut, y'all. Don't look for a plot because it ain't here. There is such a lack of non-smut that there was nothing safe to make the summary.)
Happy Spite Day!
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19 Feb 2026
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Sky High by KarinaMay
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age - All Media Types
12 Feb 2026
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The year is 9:57 Dragon and the Evanuric Winter Games are about to kick off in Antiva City. With life goals within reach and big plans for the future still ahead, Team Antiva head into the biggest competition of their lives.
Follow along with Viago, Illario, Lucanis and Rook on and off the ice at their home winter games.
NOTE: no new chapters will be added as of May 2026
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- Part 6 of crows on ice
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Let These Ruined Palms Be Your Chantry by ratbagjasper
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
03 Jun 2026
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Tarquin seeks change like a dog sniffs for scraps at the docks. Perhaps it's the familiarity of the path. From place to place, prize to prize, always trying to hunt down the end of it. Because there is an end, right? A city, a person, something. It wasn't Ventus, and it wasn't the military. It wasn't the Templar Order. The Shadow Dragons—now that's close. Names and faces and drinks to share and stories to laugh over. A man with a mask and many names and blue eyes, with a soft laugh and a sense of purpose so brightly burning he would've put Andraste herself to shame. And Tarquin feels that way, like a moth drawn to a flame. Can't get too close without getting burned.
Then a couple of corrupt gods escape their prison, and the Sixth Blight begins, and suddenly there are worse things he could throw himself on than a walking conflagration of divine ambition. Tarquin closes his eyes, because the heat of a hearth feels the same as a pyre when you stand this close.
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A character study dressed up in the raiments of porn-with-plot following Tarquin as he realises he's stupid in love with his boss.