• Roz, they/them, githyanki, gloomstalker ranger/war cleric.
• Serenity, he/him, ????, goolock, durge.

• the delightful intensity of its taste (BG3, 3021 words) Gen, minor Tav/Astarion. Roz becomes a partial-illithid and finds they start having certain... cravings... as a result.
• Dear Alistair (can I come home yet?) (DA, 29215 words) Alistair/M!Amell. Ren Amell pursues the Architect’s darkspawn into the Deep Roads and reminisces about his time in Denerim as Alistair’s chancellor. 
• Addendum (DA, 3557 words) Varric/m!Hawke. Ten years is a long time to pretend you aren't in love with your best friend.

they start off with strong push and pull; corentin is unwilling to be played the fool and solas is trying to coax him to trust him, all while things are getting more emotionally complicated for both of them. i want it to edge into codependence; solas is fixated on rook as his equal, rival, love interest, and only human connection. corentin is fixated on solas as a white whale, a passion project, a frustration, an enigma. both of them know this isn't good and can't end well, but neither of them want to stop, either.

"You look busy." Rook seems uncharacteristically deflated as he says it, big brown eyes focused on Emmrich's desk, taking in the numerous open books scattered about. "Unfortunately so, dearest," Emmrich replies, heart breaking slightly at the way Rook pouts. "I'm penning a rather urgent letter in response to a colleague's query." Despite his answer, Rook pads across the room anyways, stepping behind Emmrich's chair and placing both hands on his shoulders. A slightly callused finger traces along the top of his collar and sends a shiver down his spine, before Rook leans forward, sliding his hands down along Emmrich's chest. "How urgent?" Rook asks, his lips ghosting over Emmrich's ear. "Quite," Emmrich breathes. He places his pen down gingerly, careful not to let any ink splatter, before he leans back, reaching up to brush the backs of his fingers along Rook's cheek apologetically. "Perhaps you could come back later? Surely one of the others would be glad for your company until I'm finished." The dissatisfied huff he gets in response is supremely uncharacteristic, made more shocking by the sharp turn from how solicitous Rook had been just a moment before. "Fine." He pulls away quickly, the sudden lack of contact leaving Emmrich comparatively cold, and starts for the door. "Corentin," he sighs, getting to his feet quickly so he can catch Rook by the wrist. A gentle hold, more of a request than a demand, but it's enough to make Rook turn back to him, half-pouting and half-scowling as he looks up at Emmrich. "Darling, tell me what's wrong." "You're busy." He replies, unhelpfully. Emmrich lifts a brow expectantly, and after a short moment of silence, Rook cracks, swaying forward to drop his forehead into Emmrich's collarbone. "Bellara's talking to the archive spirit, and his voice is super annoying. But everyone else is already asleep, and it's so quiet here because it's the Fade." It clicks, and Emmrich can't help but wrap his arms around his lover and hug him close. "Oh, my dear, do you need help falling asleep?"

"He's smart when he wants to be, but so fucking stupid when his temper acts up. Same reason he didn't think to just waltz in and ask nicely to come back. 'Cause he's still pissed. Idiot." [Ashur] tilts his head, considering. "Is that why you were surprised to see him?" He gets a shrug first, and then Tarquin shifts uncomfortably, staring down into his cup. "We're… friends. Got stuff in common—military family, self made men, whatever. Kind of figured once things cooled down, he'd get the invite back and he'd come 'round and things would settle again. But then things cooled down and he didn't come 'round. Thought he was just too mad, maybe, that he didn't want to come back after being sent off. But… he didn't get that invite back, did he?" He glances up then, gloved fingers tapping against the side of his cup absently. Ashur sighs. "As far as I can tell, no," he admits, standing to his full height again and gently nudging his papers back in order. "We had to destroy some documents after Nessus, clean house, shuffle people around. A lot of things got lost in the chaos, and I think he was one of them." Tarquin laughs as much as he ever does, a short, unsatisfied huff of air, his mouth twisted up into something resembling a grimace. "Suppose we can't be surprised he's pissed, eh? Second Shadow that's ever taken down a slave ring on his own, and while you're the legendary Viper, he's shipped off to the other side of the country and forgotten about."

• emmrich gets some hurt/comfort from the veilguard as he processes that the love of his immortal life is missing, potentially forever (right after an argument, yeowch!).
• corentin experiences a couple weeks of total isolation in the fade, which is extremely bad for him actually! whump whump whump
• reunion from fade jail when emmrich and co finally find corentin and drag him out of the fade, and then we circle back to hurt/comfort land.

In the space of a few moments, Emmrich loses him. One second, he is fighting forward against a crashing wave of power, clawing at the air as he calls for Corentin to remove the dagger from Ghilan'nain's body, and the next, everything has stopped and Corentin is... gone. They have no time to mourn their losses, to figure out what happened. Bellara is missing, Harding is dead, and Corentin has disappeared into thin air, but Elgar'nan's grief is fierce, and the island is aflame shortly after his sister falls. It's all they can do to retreat, and the boat ride back to the eluvian is eerily silent as what remains of them tries to grapple with what they've lost. This is usually the part where Corentin would count their victories. He did the same after Weisshaupt—even after everything that had gone wrong there, he had been the only one among them to see the light shining through heavy clouds. "We killed an archdemon," he'd said. "People have fought whole wars and come out the other side with less than that. We can do this." In hindsight, it was his unshakeable optimism that had kept this group moving. The mood on their return to the Lighthouse was more dour than a funeral, and they gathered in the library wordlessly, ignoring the conspicuously empty seats. Emmrich gaze was cast down, his grip on his staff tighter than usual, waiting for someone to break the silence. It was an honour typically given to Corentin or Bellara. "Okay." Davrin is the one to finally do it. "Did anyone see what happened to him?"

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

• emmrook 5+1
• melatonin
• macerian soulmate AU
• emmrook - fade jail whump